My Origin is Your Wife

The little maid who was driving saw the head maid suddenly collapsed on the back seat, and was a little worried about asking.

The maid stretched out her hand to stop her, got up and resumed her usual cold expression.

"You didn't see anything, understand?"

"I...understood."

part.39 want to hold your hand

The figure standing under the dim streetlight has a graceful standing posture that is completely incompatible with the broken scenery around it.

Awe-inspiring.

The two men stood upright in the night wind, their silk dresses clinging to their bodies, outlining a slender and slightly slim silhouette.

A head of long black hair that looked as if it was smudged with thick ink was casually tied, and against the backdrop of the hair, a sultry white neck was revealed.

The fair skin exposed by the neckline is more radiant than the light white long undergarment silk.

Even in this cold night, the two men still stepped on a pair of clogs with bare feet. The clogs with a black lacquer background and the red rope outlined the lines of the insteps beautifully and delicately, making the skin soft and white.

Probably... There is no problem in holding it in the palm of your hand and kissing lightly.

Sakura threw herself into Ryoichi's arms.

Sister Shi is so cold...

Raising her head and looking at those dark black pupils, looking at the slightly pale lips of the two rituals, Sakura suddenly felt as if her heart was being grabbed.

Indistinctly... There is also a bloody smell like rust in the cold wind.

Ryoichi lowered his left hand slightly, and stroked Sakura's soft short hair with his right hand.

Only when facing Sakura, Yumizuka Wuyue could see such a doting look on Ryoichi's face.

Yumizuka Itsuki enviously bit the kimono that Ryoji took off, and she bit off the silk thread that shrunk the brocade gauze.

I don't know whether Xiao Wuyue is envious of the two ceremonies' doting on Sakura, or envious... Sakura's dependence on the two ceremonies.

But what could she do, she wasn't hurt either.

For the first time, he babbled and jumped over to fight, but was kicked on the little butt by Ershi and Erte Luqi, and sank on the spot.

She can't point her buttocks at Sakura, point to the footprints on her buttocks and cry.

So... so shameful.

I want to pick up my dignity as the second ancestor among vampires.

That girl with black hair and red eyes is really super strong, she can fight back and forth with that perverted guy in Liang Ri and even have a slight upper hand.

Gongzuka Wuyue was so envious, he didn't know when he would be able to chase after the two rituals.

When I can beat her, I must treat her like this!

The two rituals comforted Sakura softly.

Sakura hugged Ryoshi's cold left hand distressedly, looking at the pale complexion that lost all color, she gently pressed her cheek against Ryoshi's hand, as if she wanted to warm Ryoshi's hand with her own body temperature.

But let alone, Sakura, who turned into a steam princess by driving a train with a small head, has a hot little soft face.

"It's nothing serious, it's just a minor injury." Ryoichi kneaded Sakura's burning ears.

The reason why I can't move until now is just because of the little parting gift left by Alteluchi.

It should be just a simple curse, just take some time to find Aoqi Chengzi.

Sakura bit her lip, stubbornly dragging Ershi to Aozaki Touko's office now.

"It's very late... Sakura." Ryoichi leaned forward, brushing Sakura's hair blown by the evening wind behind her ears.

"It's time for Sakura to sleep." Ershi said in a low voice. "Sakura has to go to school tomorrow."

Ying Konglan's eyes were full of stubbornness, holding on to the two rituals without letting go.

"Really..." Liang Ri hugged Sakura with his backhand, under Sakura's unbelievable astonished gaze, he picked her up with one hand, held her little butt with a little force, and carried Sakura on his shoulders.

"Shi... Shiki sister!!!" Sakura wanted to struggle shyly, Bai Shengsheng's calf raised up, and the fluffy slippers fell to the ground with a slap.

But thinking of the left hand injured by the two rituals, Sakura didn't dare to move again, and her body hung down limply.

"Let's go." Liang Ri said softly to Gongzuka Wuyue.

"Hey!? Where are you going?" Yumizuka Wuzuki bent down and picked up Sakura's shoes, subconsciously sniffing them.

Sakura watched Yumizuka Itsuki's movements.Immediately, starting from the neck, a bright light pink color appeared on the skin, and the arches of the feet were involuntarily tensed.

How could this man be like this!

"Go find a troublesome guy." Not noticing Yumizuka Wuyue's small movements, Ryoichi sighed softly.

Adjusting Sakura into a comfortable posture and hugging her in her arms, Ryoji walked towards Asakami's car.

Yumizuka Wuyue lowered her head and dared not look at Sakura again.

She followed behind the two ceremonies, and her eyes were all taken away by the wobbly feet in front of her following the steps of the two ceremonies.

Three people sat in the back row, and the atmosphere in the car seemed a little abnormal.