My Girlfriend is Yingriri

then……

"Snapped!"

The folding fan made intimate contact with the top of the head again.

Although the sound is loud, it is not painful, but a little itchy.

Hashima Kiyosuke was speechless: "Why did you hit me again?"

Feelings make yourself bow your head just to knock again, so much taller than you, so that you can't reach people when you knock, I'm really sorry!

If I remember correctly, this is the third time you have knocked your head today!

Do you still want to let me go to your room at night to attack Sun Wukong like Patriarch Bodhi knocked on Sun Wukong!

It's a pity that Patriarch Bodhi is not a fourteen-year-old girl with three flat chests!

"Humph."

Yin Zi snorted softly, and the nice ending sound drifted far away in the evening wind, but it revealed a little girl's beauty.

"Go back to play chess."

After dinner, Hashima Kiyosuke and Ginko went back to continue playing chess. He has calmed down now, and he has all the skills and routines of shogi practice in the past.

It can only be said that Hashima Kiyosuke's previous foundation is really good.

It is estimated that it is no problem to become a professional player, but Hashima Kiyosuke can't bear to play around shogi all day, this idea just flashed, and the watch disappeared.

During this period, cousin Guixiang came in with three more cups of green tea, and then knelt down and watched the battle.

To be honest, Hashima Kiyosuke actually prefers a gentle big sister like Kiyotaki Katsura more than Shirayukihime who is only fourteen years old, and she is taken care of by a beautiful and gentle neighbor big sister, but it is the ultimate dream of every male high school student. !

But between cousins, there can be no development...

and many more!

Hashima Kiyosuke suddenly stopped.

The prohibition of marriage between cousins ​​was the law of the previous Chinese dynasty, but it is very clear from memory that in Japan, marriage between cousins ​​is completely allowed!

"Hey, Kiyosuke, why are you suddenly looking at me like this?"

Kiyotaki Guixiang blinked and was a little puzzled, "Is there something on my face?"

"No." Hashima Kiyosuke shook his head, the thoughts just now were just random thoughts, and he naturally wouldn't have any nasty thoughts about a woman who had only known each other for two hours, "I always feel that the scene just now is very familiar, as if I have traveled through it in an instant. Over time, we all grew up in the blink of an eye, and Sister Guixiang has also become a beautiful and gentle sister."

Hashima Kiyosuke paused: "Well, silver hasn't changed much..."

"boom."

With a slight pain in his foot, Hashima Kiyosuke's foot, which was placed under the coffee table, was stepped on by Ginko, who was sitting across from him.

Although he was still expressionless on the surface, if you look closely, you can see that there is a tiny cross tendon on Yinzi's forehead beating gently. Sure enough, girls care about their age and figure.

"I actually learned to praise girls, and Qingsuke really grew up." Kiyotaki Guixiang's lips were upturned, and when she heard the gentle and beautiful adjective, she was obviously in a good mood, "Hey, Qingsuke, what's the matter with you?"

Hashima Kiyosuke's expression was a little weird: "No, nothing..."

There is naturally floor heating in the room, and the temperature is not very low. According to Japanese habits, after entering the house, they will take off their shoes at the entrance and will not run around in the room wearing shoes. That is to say, Hashima Kiyosuke He and Yinzi are both barefoot and not wearing shoes at the moment.

When Ginko kicked him just now, the pain was naturally not painful, but when the skin touched, the soft and delicate touch, like silky milk chocolate, left a deep impression on Hashima Kiyosuke.

In a trance, I remembered that I was studying in school before, I once shared a table with a girl, and then inadvertently touched each other's legs. The silky and delicate touch is unforgettable to this day.

Yin Zi, who was sitting opposite, didn't seem to notice, but his fingers clearly squeezed the folding fan in his hand.

……

Nine thirty in the evening.

A round is over.

Hashima Kiyosuke yawned, "Is it here today?"

Guixiang nodded: "The clothes are ready, Qing Jie, let's go take a bath."

"Thank you, Miss Guixiang."

Naturally, I will not go home at this point, and since I was a child, I have lived here for a lot of time, and I will not feel embarrassed or inconvenient.

Hashima Kiyosuke was indeed a little tired at the moment. He got up to take a shower, brushed his teeth, and then walked into his room.

This is a very traditional Japanese-style room. There is no bed, no computer, and no TV. It's just a tatami mat on the ground. Fortunately, Hashima Kiyosuke doesn't recognize the bed, so he turned off the lights and got ready to sleep.

And then...phones are so much fun!

I was very sleepy before, but after lying down, I don't know why, and suddenly I am no longer sleepy!

He was the only one in the room, so he didn't have to worry about disturbing others by playing with his mobile phone.

After a while, a rustling sound suddenly sounded.

Hashima Kiyosuke was startled, turned around to look, and sure enough, a figure appeared outside the door, with the shadow of a strip in his hand.

Hey, it's too much!

The youthful daily life that was promised suddenly turned into the atmosphere of a horror movie!

Hashima Kiyosuke wanted to call people at the first time. The three laws of horror movies are that curiosity kills the cat. If you don't die, you won't die. No matter who is outside, suddenly sneaking in in the middle of the night in the middle of the night is very scary. !

It's a pity that the door of the room has been pushed open, and a girl in a sailor suit appears outside the door.

"silver?"

Hashima Kiyosuke was startled, and pressed back the words that came to his mouth.

If the shouting drew uncle and cousin Guixiang, everyone would be embarrassed.

Then the problem is coming.

Yin Zi didn't sleep in the middle of the night, why did he suddenly come to his room?

Is it a night attack?

impossible.

It's not a love brain, and it's not a li/fan, that kind of thing can't exist in reality.

Or maybe I knocked my head three times before, and now I want to apologize?

It was also that Sun Wukong went to Bodhi Patriarch's room, not that Bodhi Patriarch attacked Sun Wukong at night! (╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!

Hashima Kiyosuke hesitated for a while, but did not speak, wanting to see what Ginko was going to do.

The delicate footsteps sounded like a cat, and the slender, even thin girl did not turn on the light, but walked silently in front of Hashima Kiyosuke.

Hashima Kiyosuke secretly opened a gap in his eyes. At this moment, in the dimly lit room, it was difficult to find him squinting and peeking.

"stare--"

The silver-haired girl bent down and leaned over, and even the faint scent of shampoo wafted into her nose.

Hashima Kiyosuke was relieved immediately.

Hello, what is this for?

Shouldn't he really come here to attack at night!

then……

Chapter 16 Theater in the Brain

in a dim room.

The silver-haired girl leaned down and said softly, "Qingsuke."

Hashima Kiyosuke pretended to be asleep and kept silent, wanting to see what the silver-haired girl who suddenly attacked at night was going to do.

Seeing that Hashima Kiyosuke didn't move, the silver-haired girl pursed her lips slightly, stretched out her right hand, and landed on Hashima Kiyosuke's face.

To be precise, on the ears.

Then twist lightly.

"Are you still pretending to be asleep?" The girl's voice revealed a touch of coldness.

Hashima Kiyosuke was helpless and sat up straight, "How do you know I'm not asleep?"

Yinzi said, "You said that going to bed before eleven is a waste of your life."

When he spoke, his voice was still calm, and the expression on his face did not change, but Hashima Kiyosuke clearly saw the disgust in the other's eyes.

"I said that?"

Ok.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that he really said it.

It was probably one of the black histories left behind during the previous middle school period, but it was actually remembered clearly by Yinzi.

Now... I don't seem to be able to sleep until eleven o'clock, because I can't put down my phone at all.

"What were you thinking just now?" Yin Zi asked calmly.

Hashima Kiyosuke shook his head: "Nothing."

Ginko narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the folding fan, and knocked again on Hashima Kiyosuke's head.

Hey, you're going too far, your head is not a wooden fish, it's a shame to keep knocking on and on!

"It always feels like you're thinking about something nasty."

Hashima Kiyosuke narrowed his eyes and decided to break the jar: "I was wondering if you were going to attack me at night."

"..."

Obviously, a suspicious blush appeared on the face of Miss Yinzi, who had always been cold.

Hashima Kiyosuke sat up suddenly and grabbed Ginko's wrist.

As a result, when he got up, he accidentally pulled the quilt and made Yinzi, who was sitting on the tatami, crooked, and fell into the arms of Hashima Kiyosuke. There is also a quiet body fragrance of orchids.

Four eyes facing each other.