Shinomiya Yumei Wants to Live

Dazed, Miura put the shuriken aside, continued to hold the second shuriken and began to draw it.

"puff--"

Looking at the blood that came out, Miura became even more dizzy.

She suddenly found out if she was dizzy, but she never had this symptom before.

"puff--"

The third, the fourth, the shurikens on Yumei's back were pulled out one after another.

Miura, who was a little dizzy at first, gradually got used to it, the discomfort subsided, and his body felt a little hot instead.

The remaining slender ones are easier to pull out, and they can be pulled out cleanly in one or two strokes.

"Take off the kimono...to stop the bleeding"

Yumei in a seriously injured state cannot move, and can only ask Miura.

"it is good"

Miura nodded, and it was finally time for her to show her talents.

She can still handle the hemostasis. I think back then when she was in the tennis club, bruises often occurred, and hemostasis has been done many times.

Miura leaned down, untied the loincloth around Miura's waist, pulled the kimono at Miura's shoulders and took it off.

Miura's fair shoulders gradually appeared, the blush on Miura's face spread to the surroundings, and she took off Miura's kimono with trembling hands.

The back of the perfect beauty appeared bit by bit. If it weren't for the wounds and blood oozing from the back, this back alone would have fascinated many teenagers and girls.

Miura's hot palm caressed Yumei's cold back, which was a little wet, because of the pain just now, Yumei's back broke out in a lot of cold sweat.

Miura stroked Miura's back pitifully, and took a clean gauze to wipe off the blood and sweat on Miura's back.

After wiping Yumei's back clean, Miura blinked, she felt a little dazzled.

The small hole caused by Chimoto on Yumei's back disappeared, and the shuriken's wound seemed to have become shallower. The wound closed together, leaving only a thin seam, and the blood stopped flowing out.

"It's all right here, you don't need to worry about the rest, the wound will heal automatically"

Because Miura's movements were too slow, Miura's wounds were almost healed now.

If Miura had been slower, she would have miraculously discovered that Yumei's body could push Senbon and the shuriken out automatically.

"pity..."

Miura lay on the side of the bed and stared at Rei's red pupils.

The weakness in Lian's eyes was still obvious.

"..."

Rei stared at Miura silently, without saying a word.There was no expression on his indifferent face.

"pity..."

Miura carefully looked at Rei's cold appearance, and couldn't help getting closer.

"pity..."

Her body was a little hot, her breath became hot, and Keren, who was thinking about it day and night, was right in front of her eyes.

Moreover, his body was too weak to resist, and Miura couldn't help feeling some thoughts that he shouldn't have.

"pity..."

The closer he got, the closer he could feel Lian's weak breathing, but Lian was still indifferent, without any change.

There was no expression of rejection, nor a look of agreement.

"pity..."

Miura pursed her lips, opened her eyes wide and leaned towards Lian, she wanted to see Lian's first kiss clearly.

Kissed!Lian did not resist!There is no movement!There is still no expression change on the face!

As cold as a silver moon hanging in the night sky, it will not fluctuate due to any actions of people.

Miura regretted her mobile phone more and more, if she had the mobile phone now, she could record this scene.

Wash it out, frame it and hang it on the wall.

Memorable first loves and first kisses.

As for the yellow-haired Hayama Hayato who she said she had a crush on before, I'm sorry, but it was because she was young and ignorant, so she couldn't be called her first love.

Now she feels that true love should ignore gender!

Who said gays can't fall in love!

Same sex is true love!The opposite sex is only for reproduction!

She understood why Ebina always read those weird danmei books, true love between same-sex people really exists!

Smelling the unique sweet and greasy scent on Rei, Miura couldn't help but continue to pester her.

She is indeed her goddess!Fragrances are unique!

Miura began to tentatively stick out his tongue while learning from the book with careful thought.

In an instant, the whole feeling is different, and the body and mind seem to be singing happily.

And Lian's expression changed!Those crimson eyes actually started to avoid her sight!

She kicked off her shoes, climbed onto the bed, and entangled Yu Ming like an octopus.

She saw the hope of the cold moon falling into the mortal world!

She is going to pull this cold moon from the sky today!

Let this moon be hers alone!

From now on!The moon is only beautiful for her!

Wrapped around Yumei's body, Miura felt a strange thing pressing against her, wondering if Rei still had a weapon on her body?

He directly reached out and took Lian's weapon away.

As soon as he touched it, Miura was stunned as if struck by lightning.

She stared blankly at the cold pity and smiled strangely.

It was very strange and beautiful. At that moment, the cold silver moon turned into a dark red and strange blood moon.

Laughing strangely, Lian directly turned over and pressed her under him, took off the prosthetic breast and shook it in front of her eyes.

"I'm a man~ Are you surprised?"

Yumei's smile was extremely bright, looking at the disbelief, shock and complexity on Miura's face.

Yu Ming's brain was trembling with the pleasure that rose from the bottom of his heart.

"This is what you delivered..."

Miura whispered while biting Miura's ear, and began to collect his hard work without hesitation.

He suffered a lot of injuries, lost a lot of blood, and crippled a lot of gods.

All, all, all must be retrieved from Miura...

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Falling asleep after writing questions in the middle of the night...

Fortunately, the score of 90 in Section [-] passed

Licensed drivers are online!

Chapter 186: Satania and the game

In a high-rise apartment not far from Miura's house, Bichon Frize was lying on the floor near the floor-to-ceiling windows and watching Miura's house with a sniper scope.

"I'm really envious, I also want to be treated like this by Master Yuming."

Bichon muttered in a low voice, twisting and turning the sniper scope adjuster knob on the side.

"Crack--"

The door of the apartment opened, and Coca, who was wearing casual clothes, walked into the apartment with a plastic bag.

Bichon's hand silently moved down from the sniper scope adjuster knob, holding his sniper rifle seriously.

"Shift change, the snack you want"

Keka put the plastic bag on the table, went to the floor-to-ceiling window and lay down, ready to monitor Miura with a sniper scope.

"kindness?"

As soon as he put his eyes in front of the sniper scope, Keka noticed something was wrong.

Why can't Miura's house be seen from the adjusted sniper scope?

Looking at the bichon who was obediently monitoring Miura's house by his side, Coca said coldly

"Bichon Frize, have you moved my sniper scope?"

Coca is very sure that Bichon Frize did it, and only she and Bichon Frize are responsible for monitoring Miura in this mission.

Didn't she do it, did she do it herself?

"Hey hey~ I didn't notice~ I moved subconsciously"

Bichon watched Miura's house carefully, twisting his buttocks and coquettishly towards Coca.

"Next time you touch my sniper scope, I'll wring your hand off"

Keka said something indifferently, lying on the floor and began to adjust the sniper scope, after a while, he said

"It's ready, you can go eat"

The bichon jumped up from the ground and lay down for hours, his chest was crushed.

She suspected that the reason she didn't grow breasts was because she always lay on her stomach when performing tasks, and she must find someone who can squat next time she looks for a surveillance point.