mousepad-d2 Chapter 142 I Don't Know What I'm Writing
Chapter 142 I Don't Know What I'm Writing
I don't know if it's my illusion, but I always feel that seeing you this time is completely different from the past.
Oh~~~~ Is the difference really that big?
It's so old that even I can't help but want to ask, but I think it's a waste of time to talk to you, Matsushima Zero.
That's right.However, as you said, based on the friendship between you and me, it is reasonable for me to perfunctory you, right?
you!Matsushima Zero, you bastard...
Oh, oh, you get angry so easily, should I say flattered by your cooperation?
Hmph, so what if you change the way you speak... you're still so... annoying.
Oh, speaking of it, I seem to have forgotten to tell you something, Gu Yue-jun.
I am not interested……
Oh, don't refuse in such a hurry, since you are already wasting time, it doesn't hurt to waste a few more seconds, right?Why not show your self-cultivation and generosity?Gu Yuejun.
Humph……
That's it, hehe, although he has a cunning and shrewd face, Gu Yuejun unexpectedly possesses the characteristics of loyalty and steadfastness, and is very upright and honest, full of a sense of justice.
Cut~ You bastard...why did you suddenly say such...
Is it a strange word?Ha~~~Because I have always admired Gu Yue-jun very much, and this kind of appreciation is almost equivalent to... hi·love·ha——
Matsushima zero degree, stop for me!stop!You tell me clearly!Why are you saying this to me!
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In the first area of Dongliuhun Street, Runlin'an, is an inconspicuous small courtyard.
"I'm back, Soyousuke." He casually kicked the straw sandals off his feet at the entrance, let the flying straw sandals draw two ginger-yellow arcs in the air, and Hirako stooped and walked into a square of about eight tatami mats. In the Japanese room, "After a whole day of rest, how do you feel?"
Sitting in front of the window, the brown-haired man who was reading a brittle and yellowed book of unknown age raised his head from the pages of the book, and the black-framed glasses that set off his face were light in color His light brown eyes naturally followed Hirako's approaching footsteps, and he closed the pages of the book in his hands at the moment when his tired but not slow footwork stopped, and placed them neatly on the scroll about an elbow high on his knees.
Vice-captain Aizen pushed his glasses, and the movement of raising his arms slightly affected the neatly folded skirts on his chest. The loose collar slid to one side with this slight movement, quietly revealing a chest as white as jade, and scattered on the soft and smooth skin, dotted with bright red plums that make people think.
"Thank you very much for your concern, Captain Hirako. There is no serious problem." Aizen subconsciously straightened her slightly loose waist, abdomen and spine, looking directly at the cross-legged seat in front of her, her folded knees almost touching The blond man with kneeling thighs pondered for a while, "What do you think about dinner? I can prepare it for you."
"There is no rush for dinner." Hirako lazily raised his slender fingers, and accurately pressed the sensitive protrusion on Aizen's chest through the thin fabric of the bathrobe. The silky cloth is clearly projected on the dense nerve endings. The subtle pressure and the seemingly invisible friction of the cloth bring unbearable pain to the delicate tips that are red, swollen and bloodshot. , Dense and delicate bouncing slender and sharp pain nerves.
The sudden stimulation made Ai Ran frowned slightly unexpectedly, and returned to the calm silence after the unnatural up and down collision of Adam's apple.
Pingzi's light gray eyes, which have been closely watching Lan Ran's every move, certainly didn't miss such an obvious change. He slightly increased his strength to confirm the soft and hard touch under his fingertips, and opened his mouth to show an exaggerated and playful smile: "I have Let you take the medicine, right? Sousuke. Can you ignore suggestions that do not belong to the order?"
The sharply increased strength of the fingertips formed a small depression in the chest. Under continuous pressure, the hard and fragile particles in the center of the depression slowly ooze out the fiery pain that is as sticky as magma and burns the nerves, and the pain that is hidden under the pain The unbearable pleasure of being helpless.
"Uh——" Swallowing the □□ that spilled out of the lips hastily, Aizen gently held Hirako's palm that was still standing on the chest but had already relaxed his strength, and the corners of the raised lips were still gentle, humble and impeccable. , the low and sexy voice pleased Pingzi's sensitive auditory nerves, "I'm very sorry that I didn't follow your advice, Captain Pingzi."
If you add "please give me the punishment I deserve", which is obviously a mentally handicapped declaration of a talking man, who has been brainwashed and confused, the whole thing is a S|M□□ sightseeing scene!Wait a minute, what are these pink bubbles floating in the air with "ghost" written on the front and "animal" drawn on the back? !convex-convex
Pingzi, who accidentally entered the ghost animal mode, let Aizen hold his slender wrist in the depths of his heart, and the silent wind was messy like a demon, in a short and ambiguous moment. After the confrontation, she made up her mind to break away from this weird, extremely sweet and pink ambiguous atmosphere, and lazily raised her brows in a magnanimous gesture: "Well, forget it. Take off your clothes, and I'll paint it for you." "—Mouth, is this even more ambiguous? !Flip the table! ! !
"This..." I obviously underestimated the thickness of my captain's skin, which has surpassed the corner of the city wall and added twelve rows of bricks. He could propose the aftermath options of his own affairs without changing his face and heartbeat. Ai Ran was a little hesitant just now. With a hesitant ending sound, the belt across the waist has been nimbly pulled away by fingers that do not belong to him. The silky fabric follows the force from the skirt and slowly slides down along the smooth lines of the shoulders and neck, finally lingering on the bent hands. elbow.The moment the hot, painful redness leaked into the cold air, the subtle but sudden stimulation made Aizen's breathing stagnate for an undetectable moment.
"Last night, it really was a bit too much." Hirako put his head close to his rising and falling chest, and the distance was so small that every time his chest rose and fell, he could feel the moist touch of warm breath blowing past him, "But..." On the protracted ending of the Western accent, there is a charm that seems to be a smile but not a smile, "The color is unexpectedly attractive."