Conan: My Old Sister Maurilan

"Sister, why are you angry again?"

Hear everything in the room.

Gongsheng can no longer treat Yuanzi in front of him like in the past, at least the emotions shown by the other party cannot be avoided.

No longer superior and inferior.

Yuanzi chose to give up, gave up the opportunity and means to control the boy, and chose the final fulfillment.

"I want to leave here, I don't want to sleep together anymore, I want to go home."

The shoulders on the back were held down by the palms, transmitting subtle heat, touching the muscles and bones with fingertips, and pinching them little by little.

Sonoko closed her eyes, feeling the massage on her shoulder bones.

somewhat comfortable...

I have also tried some massages. Yuanzi has experienced the techniques of those senior technicians. Pressing and pinching the bones will bring a kind of relaxation and completely relax the bones.

But Gongsheng's massage is completely different, it's like the moment his fingers touch the bones, the two bodies are completely fused, and then something is injected into his body.

Constantly pouring in, piling up, filling up, and then being unable to accommodate, flowing towards other areas.

"Wum~~" subconsciously shouted.

Gongsheng noticed that the girl next to her was a little strange, her complexion was filled with charming pink, and the delicate white and tender face protruded from the pink, turning into the shyness and beauty of cherry blossom petals.

"But if you leave here, sister, you won't be able to eat the food I cook, is it really okay?"

very beautiful.

It turns out that short hair is not so unacceptable, but I have never seen a beautiful girl with short hair.

Can't help it...

The male student stretched out his hand, slid it from the shoulder, on the snow-white neck, along the earlobe, and touched the headband.

It seemed that he was afraid that the entangled hair would be damaged when touched by the headband, so he carefully cleaned the hair along the sides of the headband.

A little straightening out...

The fingertips touch the headband, the thumb pinches the inner edge of the headband, and the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger pinch the outer edge of the headband.

At this time, as long as you gently remove it, you can completely remove the headband.

The action stays in that moment...

Because Gongsheng is also waiting for an answer.

"I'm afraid that you are willing to make it for me now, but one day you will get bored and never eat it again."

Yuanzi moved forward slightly, no longer leaning against the cabinet panel of the bay window.

Because a better location can be found.

"Then I will cut off these hands and keep them with my sister forever. If I want to eat, I will connect them again, so that I will cook for my sister forever."

Warm jade and soft fragrance, knead into bosom.

Maintaining the feeling of being in the kitchen half an hour ago, Yuanzi moved into Gongsheng's arms, leaning his back on the other's chest, stable and firm, without any bumps caused by muscle stiffness.

She sank into it thoroughly, with her head resting on her shoulders.

You can touch the boy's breath by turning your head, and you can see the boy's lips with cherry blossoms when you open your eyes.

"Very well, I agree with the proposal."

Give up, become the superior and subordinate, also give up to become the king.

lost...

Yuanzi didn't feel it, on the contrary, she felt more at ease than in the past, without the joy and excitement of love in romance, and without the greed and secret pleasure shown in love movies to relieve the pain of lovesickness.

Love each other, the extremely ordinary feelings, the impulse to confess the rest of my life here that I will not regret.

"Uh, do you really want to chop your hands?"

Well, Gongsheng felt a little regretful, and actually gave away his most precious left and right hands as gifts.

"Well, it must be chopped off, but Sister Yuanzi doesn't want the hand of the bastard brother."

Reaching out, Sonoko took a pair of arms.

Wearing furniture and clothes, eating my brother's food recently seems to be a little fatter, a little plump and fleshy.

But there was no fear, no excitement.

Feel the left arm covering the slightly raised belly and wrapping around the waist.

I feel that the right arm is holding the underside of the cotton candy that has grown slightly recently, and it seems to collide with the lower half of the fixed ring of the inner cover, which bears part of the lifting force, and finally wraps around to the position of the left cover belt.

He leaned back into his arms and was hugged.

"Sister, what do you want?"

The gentleman hooked the key on the table with his toe, and pulled it to the front with his toe little by little.

"I want your heart, give it to me."