The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

"Wow ha ha, I announce, for today's good news! Tonight we will not be drunk or go home!"

Misaki rolled up her sleeves and ran to the refrigerator as if she was going to have a hard time.

Qianliu glanced at her, forget it, she would be happy.

"Hey, there's no wine in the fridge."

Misaki just spoke up.

The voice of Kasumigaoka came from the entrance: "What wine?"

The girl's white dress and warm black pantyhose are also tied with a light-colored belt with a bow on the left waist, which perfectly sets off her beautiful figure.

As she walked in, she gestured with a suspicious look.

"Isn't Qianliu going to move, so of course you have to be happy tonight."

"Your pleasure is...drinking"

Kasumigaoka naturally came to sit beside Chiryu, who was lying down, and looked at Misaki in a doll costume.

That outfit was a bit funny, and it looked silly.

"Could it be that Shi Yu is worried about Qianliu's drunkenness?"

In normal times, Misaki probably meant something with her ambiguous tone and sultry gesture.

But now the doll costume really can't express that kind of atmosphere, so I have no choice but to give up.

"What am I worried about, isn't Shibai there?"

Xia Zhiqiang rubbed inward, and Qianliu had to change from lying flat to lying on his side.

"Ah, I'm just so unattractive, it's a big blow.

"He's not the type...you are."

When it comes to boyfriends' hobbies, Kasumigaoka is a professional.

Just rely on the little ones that I usually play.

There are all kinds of bizarre costumes, and she alone has played master-servant, police games.

Looking at the leopard in the tube, and learning some facts from Hina, Kasumigaoka can almost understand what this guy's hobbies are.

"It's really loving each other."

Misaki cast an envious look.

"Hmph, if this guy hadn't always been able to guess the bottom line in my heart, I would have killed him long ago."

Kasumigaoka patted the hand that was stretched out from behind, and the air pressure did not allow him to move around under his legs.

With his right hand bound, Qianliu was not in a hurry. He stretched out the other hand and wrapped his girlfriend's waist and asked, "Why did you come here?"

"Can't come here"

"Yes, of course."

It's almost there.

Satisfied, Kasumigaoka raised his soft thigh and let go of his right hand.

Unexpectedly, Qianliu was not willing to move away, and put it on her black silk legs to feel the temperature.

Xia Zhiqiang glared at him, but unfortunately there was no deterrent.

"Be honest with me."

"I'm not very honest."

He appeared innocent.

"you......"

"Qianliu, do me a favor."

At this moment, Mashiro, who came down the stairs, interrupted the conversation between the two.

"what busy"

Qianliu looked up.

"Art work, figure painting."

"Well, you want to make me a model for character painting."

With just a few sentences, he parsed out what Mashiro was trying to convey, and then Qianliu let go... The hand resting on Kasumigaoka's leg was half-relyed.

"That's right."

"Do I need to stand further away?"

Kasumigaoka was very discerning and got up and left the sofa before Mashiro nodded.

Came across the sofa and moved the easel to face the sofa, and Mashiro began to draw as if no one else was around.

After straightening his body a little, Qianliu said, "That's fine."