Dressed As the Paranoid Female Second In the Interstellar Text

The young man walked towards Su Baibai.

Su Baibai sat there, looking up at him slightly. She was wearing the simplest sportswear, but she still couldn't hide her beautiful figure.

She put her hands behind her, with a pair of long legs, her posture was a bit strange and tempting.

Yari didn't know what to think, his eyes darkened slightly, he swallowed his throat, the black collar wrapped around his fair and slender neck, and he could still see the shallow teeth marks on the skin.

Su Baibai raised his foot and stepped on Yari's knee, stopping the boy's steps.

"You are an SS-level psychic, think you can beat me?"

Yari was silent for a while, and then said, "What smells... on you."

As an SS-level psychic, Yari's sense of smell is more sensitive than ordinary people.

After being reminded by Yari, Su Baibai suddenly felt that something was wrong with him. She subconsciously let go of the foot on Yari's knee, not wanting Yari to come straight over there and lean slightly in her direction.

He first leaned against Su Baibai's cheeks and sniffed, then bent more and more, skipping her neck, chest, and finally staying on top of her abdomen.

Su Baibai subconsciously stretched out his hand to support Yari's head, "What are you doing?"

When the young man sniffed his breath, the warm breath pressed against Su Baibai's skin, causing a strange tremor, as if she was licked by a cat.

But obviously, he didn't meet her at all.

Yari finally smelled clearly, his face changed slightly, "Are you injured?"

He smelled blood.

Su Baibai was sure that she was not injured, but if she was not injured, why did she smell blood? unless…

Su Baibai stood up and turned his head. Sure enough, a light red smeared on the narrow bed, which was extremely dazzling on the white sheets.

"I may be... menstruating."

Ari:…

Facing the girl's calm attitude, the boy's cheeks were slightly red when he first came into contact with this kind of thing. He remembered how he smelled it just now, it was like... a dog.

Su Baibai turned his head hard to look at his trousers, and saw that there was also a large beach behind. She was a little irritable, "I'm going to use a sanitary napkin."

After years of evolution, women still have to go through a terrible menstrual period, and sanitary napkins, a product of the era that should have been abandoned, have been preserved because of their menstrual periods.

"sanitary napkin?"

"Well, you go buy it."

"Why?"

Su Baibai pointed at his trousers, "Are you going to let me, a weak girl who can't take care of herself, go out and buy it by herself?"

Yari stared at the pervert who was threatening him just now, but is now weak and unable to take care of himself, and fell into a long silence.

"Huh?" Su Baibai raised an eyebrow at him.

Yari finally said, "Here, it's far from the place to buy sanitary napkins."

Even in this hell-like place, the former Yari was mud in mud. In this slum, of course, there are better plots, and even a commercial area. But it didn't belong to him, he could only live in this deserted place with only a damp and dark semi-basement like a lame stray dog.

"Then..." Su Baibai felt the turbulent feeling, and when he looked down, a streak of red blood fell from his thin ankle.

The red blood, the white and tender ankles, the blood was like a meandering stream, leaching a clear **** smell.

The surrounding air fell silent, and Su Baibai finally felt a little embarrassment belonging to a woman at this time.

She was a little humiliated, and decided to show the humiliation completely, "How about you help me make one first?"

Ari:…

Although Su Baibai's request was very rude and weird, Yari really... knew how to do needlework.

As a stray dog, many things in Yarihui are self-taught. For example, rummaging through the trash can to eat, but if you can't find it, you will steal and rob. Another example is that if the clothes are torn, he will use the needles and threads he finds to sew them up. Because he fights a lot, the clothes are often torn, so the needlework is not bad.

Needle and thread have always been hidden in this semi-basement.

Yari tore a box from under the bed, which contained some old clothes and an old sewing box.

Su Baibai was quite surprised. She just said it casually. She didn't expect that Yari would actually make sanitary napkins for her.

The girl sat on the cold bench with her chin propped up, with an old dress under it.

The teenager was sitting by the door, with a faint light, making sanitary napkins for her. The picture of pinching the orchid finger in his hand and stitching things with no expression on his face is really shocking.

Su Bai stared at him intently.

Yari was suddenly annoyed, "Don't look at me!"

Su Baibai blinked, "Oh." Then closed his eyes.

The hot gaze disappeared, and Yari calmed down.

He squeezed his hand that was shaking for no reason, pressed it down hard, and continued to sew. Although there was no expression on his face, his wild beating heart betrayed him.

Although he was sitting on the cold bench, Su Baibai actually fell asleep.

What woke her up was a piece of stuff thrown in her face.

Su Baibai woke up abruptly, raised his hand and ripped off the thing on his face. It was a simple sanitary napkin, and then in front of him was Yari who was opening the door to go out, "I'm going out, you use it first."

Su Baibai looked at the bulging sanitary napkin made from old clothes, nodded and said, "Oh."

Yari went out, Su Baibai stood up and was unbuttoning his pants, the door over there was pushed open, and the boy came back, "Don't go out if it's all right." Then he lowered his head and saw that Su Baibai had unbuttoned half of his pants, and the cold white skin was surging. Out of crimson, he closed the door with a "bang" and left.

Su Baibai's calm voice came from behind, "I want underwear."

Ari stumbled and nearly fell.

Does this pervert know what it means to be shy?

Yari drove a broken car to buy things for Su Baibai. He had money in his hand, which he bought by selling Asa Bird's car.

Of course, the things in the slum can't be that good. Yari stood in the small shop and looked up and down. He first took a few packs of sanitary napkins, and then went to the underwear area.

Black, red, yellow, white... any color you want.

Yari stared at it for a while, and a picture couldn't help but emerge in his mind.

What if Lilona wore these things?

As soon as the idea came up, it was suddenly interrupted by Yari. He patted his face hard, how could he think like that? What's the difference between him and Lirona's pervert?

Yari grabbed a few pieces and stuffed them into his pocket, bought them, and went home.

Su Baibai's uterus is like entering a blender, stirring and stirring in it.

Su Baibai lay on the bed with a pale face, as if he was about to die.

She thought that her menstrual pain would disappear after crossing, but she didn't expect that this ghost would follow her.

Su Baibai hugged the quilt and turned to stare at the door.

With a "click", the door opened, and Yari came back in a hurry, handing her the things in his hand.

"yours."

Su Baibai took it with trembling hands, her freshly dyed black hair stuck to her cheeks, her originally rosy lips also paled a bit, not to mention her face, which was pale and pale.

Seeing Lirona like this, Yari felt that this woman really had a time when she was "weak and unable to take care of herself".

Seeing that Su Baibai's hand was about to touch the capsule, Yari suddenly stepped back, avoiding her hand.

Su Baibai looked up suspiciously.

Yari stood there, because the basement was too dark, so Su Baibai couldn't see his expression, only heard him say, "You, call me, and I'll give it to you."

Call?

Su Baibai frowned, his voice soft and completely lost his strength, "What's it called?"

Yari's voice became odd and hoarse, and he said, "My brother."

Su Baibai: ...are you crazy or am I crazy?

There was no sound in the basement, only the breathing of the two of them.

One up and down, as if deliberately entangled.

Yari did it on purpose. He had been bullied by Su Baibai for so long, and it was rare to see her pitiful appearance. He couldn't hold back and made such an excessive request.

No, there's nothing wrong with this, he was older than her, and he just let her shout, there's nothing wrong with him at all.

"Huh." A sneer came from there.

Ari's back froze subconsciously.

"Are you sure?" Su Baibai's tone suddenly rose, and then he snorted again.

The blender started working again, and the eighteenth generation ancestors of its family were called to join it.

Yari looked at Lirona, who was curled up into a small ball again, and her nervous mood instantly relaxed.

Lirona at this time is really delicate.

Yari suddenly realized that Lirona likes to bully herself so much because she always looks so pitiful?

Yari walked to the edge of the bed, reached out and brushed away the wet sweat on Su Baibai's cheeks, wiped the corners of her slightly wet lips with the pads of her fingers, and then slowly slid down to touch her smooth and white neck.

Su Baibai couldn't be harassed, and was about to open his hand, but the boy suddenly touched the bite mark and said, "I bit you here."

Ok?

It's you, you son of a bitch!

Su Baibai got up suddenly, and then returned suddenly.

Eighteen generations of the **** blender.

The quilt on the girl slipped off, revealing her big white legs in big pants.

Yari stared at the big pants and paused.

Su Baibai said, "I took it from your box." Hers were all dirty.

Yari's eyes suddenly became extremely deep, and the boy's hand on her neck suddenly lifted up, then leaned over and bit the old scar in one bite.

"Hmm..." Su Baibai groaned, scolding him and pushing him with his hands, "Bitch!"

At this moment, the strength that Su Baibai was proud of was stirred and disappeared, like a cat scratching.

Yari tasted the smell of blood, and the sweet blood mixed into his flowing blood and flowed all over his body. He felt that his blood was starting to boil, like a beast that had just opened its bloodline, and finally tasted the smell of meat and was unwilling to talk.