My Youth Love Story Sudden Change of Painting Style

The same sounds erupted in the other classes, surrounded by laughter and loud conversations. When the bell rang, everyone rushed out of the classroom, as if trying to escape from the prison as soon as possible.

Biqigu and the others all walked almost before they got up slowly, stretched a lot to relieve the pain of shoulders and back.

"That one……"

A weak voice came from the front position, and Cai Jia hesitated to say: "Um, Hachiman...Thank you."

Biqigu smiled at him: "You have worked hard too, don't you want to go home now?"

Xiao Cai looked around, then lowered her head to point her finger: "That..."

"Which?"

"Pull ~ noodles!"

"Eh?"

Totsuka stared at him expectantly: "I want to eat ramen..."

Blind fisheye pressed the corners of his lips delicately: "Ramen...actually I don't like it very much."

Totsuka was frustrated for a second, and then mobilized again: "Then, let's barbecue! The barbecue is delicious!"

The big guy looked at the other person's expression silently, and analyzed the tone just now, and couldn't help swallowing his saliva...

Yoooooooo...

It should be emphasized that the reason why he swallowed his saliva was because he remembered the saliva he had eaten with Isshiki Jingcutai last time. It tasted quite good.

Really.

"Hey, you're still a small company!"

The dumpling poked a dumpling's head from outside the classroom: "I thought you were gone, go to the department together?"

"Then go together."

He walked out of the classroom with Totsuka, Yui pulled him towards the special teaching building, and asked suspiciously, "What were you talking about, Xiao Cai's face was so red?"

"I'm talking..."

He naturally took the small group of meaty hands: "I was telling him that the dry pot rabbit tastes good."

"Puff, you are so bad..."

After walking for a while, the dumpling suddenly got a little closer, stood on tiptoe, looking at him with moist eyes.

Is it coming again?

Are you asking for a kiss again, you lusty H dumplings!

Biqigu closed his eyes with restraint.

He likes to be passive.

"That, small business..."

After waiting for a long time, Mr. Biqigu opened his eyes angrily, "What the hell is it?"

The sweet nectar smell became stronger as she approached again, and Yubihama dumplings blushed: "I think..."

"...You want it, you luscious dumpling! But I'm sorry I am a premarital chastity!"

"I didn't!"

The blushing face became even more red, angrily: "I just want to see the sunrise..."

"There is a ghostly sunrise in the winter."

After waiting for a long time, I didn’t expect it to be such a request. Biqigu curled his lips disgustedly: “And I really want to sleep late in the early morning in winter. Let’s wait until summer for this kind of thing. It’s okay to watch it with you every day.”

"Really? Are you sure?"

Blind fisheye has gone forward: "Fake, I like to do morning exercises with my duffel in summer, what the hell is sunrise?"

"Bah baah bah... too abnormal!"

You... do you understand?

………………

There are no days left this year.

Biqigu pulled Tsurumi and cleaned each room little by little. The diligent look of Liumeijiang that is completely invisible at home might make his wife seriously doubt whether she is her mother.

The living room has been cleaned up very clean, but the little ghost's face is also gray, and Yahata feels sorry for her, so he washes her face, and then hugs her upstairs. The look of tired and sleepy is really distressing.

"Why don't you continue to stay at your sister Xuenai's house?"

Liumei rubbed his eyes in trouble: "Um, that big breast feels like a pervert..."

Big tits?

Ah, Yuuki under the snow...

"Although she is a bit perverted to her sister, she is still acceptable to others, right?"

Delicate and small brows frowned: "She always likes to touch people..."

"..."

"...And always like to touch some strange places."

Mr. Biqigu was silent for a long time, and then he stood by the window and greeted his parents under Xuexia in Chinese, with his ancestors for several generations.

Then I went downstairs in a depressed mood, and when I saw the very clean living room, I felt better again.

only……

I don't know why, there is an existence that releases ominous air in the living room.

That's my younger sister, Higiya Komachi.

With her upper body exposed outside the quilt table, lying face down on the ground, the love cat Kamakula sits on her back and uses her tongue to trim her hair.

Is this being ridden by a cat?

Let's go, Pipi Ding!