I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

I just wanted to make fun of it, but I didn't expect it to be so stupid.It's just debt, how can it be like selling oneself.

"What's the matter!" Bazette looked a little embarrassed and angry.

"Just call me Kuangsan~" Kuangsan laughed.

"But..." Bazette's Adam's apple rolled, thinking of the previous ritual-like move, and then nodded very firmly. "Owner!"

The corner of Kuangsan's mouth grinned slightly.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

There was silence between the two for a long time, and the atmosphere was a little awkward.Bazette clutched the corner of his shirt and said.

"Is this... looks good?"

She just regretted it as soon as she said it.

Really... how can I be so stupid, there is no topic to praise the other party.Let's just say the weather is nice today.

The corners of Kuang San's mouth twitched slightly, and he pulled away the hand that was holding Bazette's arm.

Bazette was stunned, flustered.

Suddenly, a cool touch from the girl's fingertips came from behind.

Kurumi stroked along the hollow on the back of the dress, Bazette shuddered, an electric shock-like feeling spread across her back, and she could barely move.

"It's beautiful~ It's very beautiful." Kurumi said with a smile.

Bazette's eyes narrowed, so happy.

On the balcony on the other side, Sakura closed the window with a sigh of relief.

whispering sound--

Chapter 92 Cat!Loli! !Nutty apron! ! !

Putting his hands through Sakura's armpits, Kurumi suddenly lifted Sakura up.

Sakura's body trembled, a little flustered.

Only after smelling the familiar sweet and greasy taste, the heart that was suddenly lifted was put down again.

Her little nose wrinkled, and in addition to the mellow body fragrance, there was also the smell of potato chips, and Sakura knew it.

"What's the matter?" Holding Sakura, Mo Yusan took a few steps back, touched the edge of the bed, and sat down, holding Sakura in his arms.

She was only wearing a loose shirt, her big white legs were bare, and she was kicking a pair of cute pink bunny slippers.

When she came up just now, she saw Sakura looking into the distance with a look of resentment.

Mo Yusan stretched out his hand, wanting to pinch Sakura's little nose.

But something she didn't expect, Ying Aowu took a bite, squeezing her fingers with her teeth, grinding it back and forth.

Mo Yusan was stunned there, only to feel that his fingers were hot.It's not that it hurts, it's still a bit difficult for Sakura to break her defense, unless... she releases Pacific Ocean.

It's just a little weird in my heart, a feeling that I can't explain.

"It smells like potato chips." Sakura let go of her mouth and patted the clean thighs under her little ass, a little dissatisfied.

This unattractive sister, so lazy, playing games every day, will not be asked by girls in the future.

So I can only reluctantly accept such a sister.

"Um... Is there anything?" Mo Yusan raised his brows, and put his still warm, shiny fingers into his mouth and snorted.

"No~" she smirked.

"Woo..." Sakura pinched the hem of Mo Yusan's clothes, her cheeks flushing red.

this this this...

stupid stupid stupid!This sister is stupid.

"Obviously it's delicious!" Mo Yusan hugged Sakura and said with a smile.

Snapped--

Sakura slapped Moyu Sanhuan's hand on her waist with a slap. "It's dirty!"

It's all... it's all drool!Just wipe it on yourself.

"Hey." Mo Yusan smiled embarrassedly, and then touched the girl's waist with a backhand.

"It's clean now."

call--

Sakura was full of anger, she grabbed Mo Yusan's arm and turned around, sitting on Mo Yusan's thigh with her legs spread apart, and the two embraced each other.

She crossed her legs around Mo Yusan's waist and stared at Mo Yusan with round eyes.

Mo Yu San carefully supported Sakura.

What...Flannel Ball Flannel Ball!

Sakura looked at the unsuspecting snow-white skin that overflowed her sister's neckline in front of her, as if there was a faint milky scent coming to her face.