The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"Ah, the loser is a little girl with only breasts but no butt."

Kasumigaoka crossed his legs gracefully, teasing with the ten chips in front of him as originally intended.

"Don't be too happy! Damn fox!"

Nayuta gritted her teeth indignantly, and she was frustrated by her defeat again......"Are you guys still playing?"

At this moment, Chiryu descended the stairs and caught a glimpse of the girls accusing each other.

"It's over, the loser is Nayu."

The Hill of Xia made no secret of falling into a hole.

"Woooooo...Senior."

Seeing Nayuta staring at him pitifully, Qianliu said dumbly, "If you lose, you will lose."

"Wow, senior, come and comfort my wounded heart!"

Naruto rushed forward.

Halfway through, she was held back by Xia Zhiqiu, and looking at her eyes that could see through her thoughts, Nayuta gave up angrily.

"Tsk, after playing with you guys, it's time for me to sleep too."

Chihiro staggered to his feet, accidentally bumped into the table top, seven or eight, and an empty jar fell down with a clanging sound.

"I should go back too."

Xing Nai glanced at the time and got up with a smile.

"Is Stella here?"

Qianliu asked involuntarily.

"Well, just got outside."

Xing Nai came to him, dared to tiptoe and kissed his face lightly, and then said goodbye with a blushing face: "Goodbye everyone, I had a good time today."

Kasumigaoka's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at Xing Nai's slightly provocative gaze, and then directed at Qian Liu with an inexplicable smile.

Rubbing his brows, Qianliu said to Xing Nai, "Let's go, I'll take you out."

With the acquiescence of Kasumigaoka, after sending Xingna out to the courtyard of Sakuraso, a car with lights was just in front of the telephone pole, and Stella's expressionless face could be seen through the windshield.

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After waving to him before leaving, Xing Nai lifted her skirt and slid into the back seat.

Watching the car disappear around the corner, Qianliu returned to the house, and was greeted by Kasumigaoka's smirk and Nayuta's pouting expression.

"you are"

Could it be that after the fall, "Qianliu, it seems that we have to have a good talk."

Kasumigaoka folded his arms around his chest. If he wore glasses and held a teaching ruler, he would look like a teacher.

"That..., I'm going to find Mashiro to sleep!"

Nayuta saw that the situation was not good, and chose to slip away.

Qianliu raised his hand: "Let's talk about it when I take a shower."

"Senior! Let's go together!"

"Don't say stupid things!"

Kasumigaoka glared at Nayuta.

Chapter [-] seems to have a taste

"Hey, stingy."

Nayuta dropped a word, and before Kasumigaoka had time to respond, she immediately.

He ran up to the second floor in a hurry.

Zhenbai, who was painting, tilted her head when she saw her appearance, and continued to immerse herself in her painting without asking any further questions.

Qianliu watched as Kasumigaoka entered his room, while he went to the large bathroom to relax.

At first, he didn't like bathing very much, but as the number of contacts increased, he gradually fell in love with this habit, very much enjoyed the feeling of warm water covering his whole body, expelling the fatigue accumulated over the day, and emptying his mind and thinking about nothing.

The bathroom was very quiet, so quiet that I could hear the chirping of insects in the grass in the courtyard, sinking my whole head into the water, and the surrounding sounds immediately.

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It was rare to be able to enjoy the quiet time alone in a day, and when he noticed that the water temperature was decreasing, Qianliu stood up, and the hot water swayed on the bathroom floor with the turbulence.

Walking down barefoot, he pulled the towel on the hook next to him and wrapped it around, he went straight out of the bathroom, and when he returned to the room, he saw Kasumigaoka sitting at the table reading what he wrote.

2 Hearing the dull footsteps walking barefoot on the floor, Kasumigaoka turned the computer chair to face him. Just as he was about to say something, he noticed that Qianliu’s wet hair was still dripping with water droplets, and he couldn’t help getting up and pulling it out from the closet. A dry towel came to him and carefully dried his hair.

While wiping, he complained: "really, I don't know how to dry it, what should I do if I catch a cold?"

The girl tiptoed slightly, with a serious expression and a hint of anger.

Seeing this, Qianliu smiled casually: "How can it be so easy to catch a cold."