How to Develop the King of Anime

After picking up the phone, Jingu Yao said into the microphone that the person who called him was Shiyu of Kasumigaoka.

"...Does it have to be something for a girlfriend to call her boyfriend? Junkman..."

The girl's slightly lazy voice came from the phone, which was also mixed with a touch of dissatisfaction.

"Of course not, Shi Yu, you can call me anytime you want."

Jingu Yao changed the direction of the phone and said with a smile.

In the past, Kasumigaoka Shiyu was more accustomed to chatting with Jingu Yao on the Internet using LINE, but now Kasumigaoka Shiyu prefers to talk on the phone with him. She was very happy when she heard Jingu Yao's voice. Although Jingu Yao's heart was darkened by being said this by a beautiful woman, at the same time he felt a little guilty.

"You're not working?"

From the slight change in Jingu Yao's tone, Shiyu of Xiazhiqiu can hear what Jinguyao is doing. This ability is really amazing. I have to say that Shiyu of Xiazhiqiu has put a lot of effort into Jingu Yao's body. However, But Jingu Yao couldn't give her enough in return. Sometimes Jingu Yao was also afraid, afraid that one day Shiyu of Xia Zhiqiu would suddenly wake up and walk away from him, instead of indulging in this seemingly unrequited love.

"Yeah, I'm watching the video, how did you hear Shi Yu?"

Jingu Yao is really curious, even he himself doesn't know what subtle habits he has that will reveal his emotions.

"...If you are at work, you will be very perfunctory, and only when you are not working will you be so focused on chatting with me, Mr. Yao Yao!"

Although Shiyu Kasumigaoka seems to be complaining, in fact, her tone is mostly ridicule. She is not the kind of hypocritical girl who gets angry because her boyfriend is busy with work. On the contrary, she is a rather traditional Japanese woman who treats men work has always been supportive.

"Feel sorry……"

With this understanding of Shiyu of Kasumigaoka, Jingu Yao can only say softly, full of apology.

"There's nothing to apologize for, Junkman... But it's really strange, you're usually very busy at work at this time."

Kasumigaoka Shiyu, who knows Jingu Yao very well, knows his schedule even if he doesn't live with him.

"My sister came from Kyoto to stay for two days and kicked me out of the bedroom."

Jingu Yao leaned against the head of the bed and shrugged.

"Oh? Trash-kun's sister? I really want to meet..."

Xiazhiqiu Shiyu's voice was slightly raised, as if thinking of something.

"No, I don't think you want to see her."

Jingu Yao gave a wry smile. Kasumigaoka Shiyu's thinking of taking the curve line to save the country was wrong from the beginning. If she met Airi, Jingu Yao had already thought of how terrifying that scene would be. Absolutely one is sarcastic and sarcastic, and the other is dismissive. If you are not careful, the two may fight!

Putting the laptop on the bed, Jingu Yao came to the window and sat on the edge of the window, blowing the cool breeze of the spring night, feeling the midsummer night that will come in the near future, and kept chatting with Shiyu Kasumigaoka like this.

It was almost twelve o'clock at night, and when Jingu Yao's mobile phone was about to run out of power, Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu reluctantly hung up the phone. So many excellent women were connected to him, making Jing Gong Yao feel what it means to be a man is very difficult. Especially being a good man is harder.

Hanging up the phone, Jingu Yao looked at his watch, he sighed and walked out of the door to secretly open his bedroom door. As expected, Mashiro was still sitting under the light and drawing cartoons attentively. Although he wanted Miyako to rest early, Jingu Yao also knew that Zhenbai would never listen to her, and she would definitely fall asleep under the workbench with the quilt in her arms again tomorrow.

Going back to the house to lie down, following the neighbors to turn off the lights, Jingu Yao closed his eyes and lay on the bed dozing, just when his consciousness began to blur, and he might fall asleep at any time, the house's The door was pushed open suddenly.

Jingu Yao, who was sleeping, opened his eyes abruptly, and said helplessly, "...My dear sister, how did you develop this habit of going to a man's room at night?"

Chapter One Hundred and Seventieth Go and Become Ai Dou Lu!

Jingu Airi, who was sneaking and pushing the door open, was startled, she shrank her neck back, and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands, so she didn't exclaim.

However, after knowing that she had been discovered, Jingu Airi was fortunately not covering up. She pushed open the door directly and walked in after getting used to the darkness a little.

Jingu Yao, who was lying on the bed, did not move. His eyes, who had been in a half-dreaming and half-sleep state, had long since adapted to the darkness, and a mellow fragrance wafted around him, with the smell of shampoo after a girl's bath, as well as the youthful body of a girl. Body scent.

Jingu Yao, who was covered with a thin quilt, turned over and looked around, and saw his sister standing at the head of the bed. She was wearing a low-cut suspender dress. Even in the dark, she could notice her exposed shoulders. On the white and tender, and delicate as bamboo collarbone.

Ao's chest slightly blocked his sight. In this darkness, the two brothers and sisters looked at each other like this, the gentleness of each other's breaths could be felt through the nose, and only the light inhalation of the two of them in the silent night. Voice.

"...Why didn't you lock the door!"

Jingu Airi took the lead, knowing that in this situation only taking the initiative was the right way, and it was also her way of evading excuses.

"How can anyone lock the door in their own home!"

Regarding her sister's wayward statement, Jingu Yao just shrugged her shoulders and didn't try to expose her, and went on with her topic.

"Then get up, I have something to do with you!"

Jingu Airi took a deep breath, she suddenly bent down and grabbed Jingu Yao's quilt, and slammed it open.

"what are you doing?!"

Jingu Yao, who was resting on the bed, said dissatisfiedly, but he did not resist, and let his sister remove the quilt.

Airi who opened Jingu Yao's quilt first blushed a bit, turned her head subconsciously and didn't dare to look at him, but Jingu Yao was only wearing shorts, and her body with hardcover muscles was naked. Although she wasn't naked, the sight of men, especially her brother's body, still made Jingu Airi's heart beat faster.

Pursing her rosy cherry lips, Jingu Aili forcibly calmed herself down, she grabbed Jingu Yao's arm, and said a little coquettishly: "...Get up, I really have something to do with you! "

"Alright, alright, I'll get up right now, Aili, don't drag me."

The little sister's little hand was a little cold, and the tender white and slender fingers grabbed his arm. Jingong Yao could feel the tenderness in the palm of his hand. He got up from the bed and got close to his sister's body. The aroma that seemed to have a light mint smell and the tender jade skin on Aili's body with very little clothing made Jingu Yao's breath suffocated.

Letting his eyes not fall on his younger sister's pale skin, Jingu Yao asked, "...Okay, I'm already up, let's talk about what I'm going to do!"

"this!"

Jingu Airi was a little embarrassed and took out a hand that was hidden behind her, and in her hand there were several pieces of paper that looked like pictorial papers.

"Let's talk about it first, this thing doesn't belong to me, it's just that of a good friend of mine!"

Having said that, she shoved the pictorial in her hand to Jingu Yao, and bowed her head in embarrassment, as if she felt that it was too shameful to hand over this thing by herself.