My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

No!

I don't want to be caught by Xuexia again.

Although this possibility is very low, it is still very guilty. When I think of that guy's black face and say "this is the second time" or something, I feel terrified.

He seemed to notice his expression and stared angrily: "How do you feel that you are a little reluctant."

Biqigu looked at her with a wry smile and didn't want to say anything.

The girl hummed a few times, but her eyes flashed again immediately, and her mouth opened slightly, just enough to accommodate an index finger in and out.

The boss was wet and moved his index finger.

The clerk came over with the cake and tableware.

Cakes, black tea and coffee were all skillfully and neatly laid out on the table, looking at them happily, and took out the phone and started snapping pictures.

Don't do this, do girls like to take lunch or snack photos?

Biqigu shook his head, picked up the spoon and prepared to eat, but was stopped by Isse again pulling his sleeve.

"Ah, that, waiter, can you take a picture for us?"

The clerk was called over and picked up the mobile phone that Yishi handed him.

"Endless?"

When the young man was about to pick up the spoon again, he was knocked on his hand.

"Come on, senior, take a pose too."

"No, I'm a little hungry now. If you don't eat the cake, the air here will be cheaper."

"Hey, what's this saying, puff puff, it won't be so fast, hurry up."

Probably because of her anxious tone, the clerk also looked at the blind fish eyes with some trouble: "Um, customer..."

Yes, I'm sorry, I troubled your work...

Biqigu sighed helplessly, stood up, leaned closer to the table and leaned out.

"It's better to be closer..."

The young girl leaned her body on her with satisfaction, her eyes moved delicately, she smelled a faint shampoo scent in her nose, and soft flaxen hair was falling beside her cheeks.

That face, just beside.

She was so close that she could feel her warmth and sweetness. When the teenager couldn't help but step back, he heard the voice of the clerk.

"Ah, well, so be it, then take a shot—"

"Wait a minute."

Biqigu shook his head, and then looked at a colored feather, all expressions in the end belonged to one kind.

He held her petite body blankly in his arms in the same way as his sister, and asked the clerk solemnly and solemnly: "Trouble, please hurry up! I'm afraid I will regret it..."

"Uh, oh, yes..."

...

After the photo was taken, Biqigu slowly sat back to the original position under the ridiculous gaze of the clerk. He didn't have any energy. Just taking a photo was so hard...

Maybe it’s not completely nonsense...

The other person was even more tired than him. He couldn't tell the direction. His face was almost burnt and red, and his big amber eyes became mosquito coil eyes, and he couldn't sit still.

"Senior, senior~"

"Ok."

"senior--"

"……what's up?"

"senior!"

Yahata sighed slightly, wondering why this ghost girl always loses her skin when he takes the initiative?

"I, my face is red now? For sure?"

Biqigu blinked, teasing her intentionally: "It's okay, red, like a monkey butt."

"Wow, what a terrible metaphor!"

The girl's mood slowly calmed down, and the heat on the coffee cup gradually disappeared.

She wandered her eyes, clutching the phone firmly in her hand, as if she was still reminiscing about the moment just now, her heart was pounding, and she almost didn't jump out.

"Isshiki, I think you'd better drink the black tea before it gets cold."

"Well."

The girl was very hungry. She ate a big bite of cake. The sweet taste and sweet mood were really great.

It seems that the hamster is bulging his cheeks, lowering his head while eating cake, looking at the photos just taken, and smirking "Hey" from time to time.

Biqigu sighed, I hope he doesn't blush on that photo...

………………

"Down, down, is it snowing?"

Today, Yukia Yono is in charge of taking care of her sister, and the long deserted Ministry of Service is finally a little more angry, because Blinky and Miss Dumpling are inside...

...

Do you believe it?

Do you dare to believe his setting that you will be able to beat up a chicken when you break it?

...

Well, anyway, don't need money, trust a little.

"You are four fools? How can it snow? Someone is throwing confetti upstairs."

Sitting on the throne under the snow in the posture of a scholar, Bigiya Hachiman, who is solely in charge of ministerial affairs for the time being, smiled back and chuckled: "Being in peace? What is that? Why do we have to work hard to promote peace?"