The King of Cultivation from Sakurasou

But Qianliu won't get married, and living with all the girls is what he wants.

"I'm going to play too! With Liuhua!"

Possibly knowing that his weight alone is not enough, Xiaojiu said in the name of Liuhua.

Maybe it was because Qianliu didn't respond, Xiaojiu continued to act like a spoiled brat.

Qianliu couldn't stand his sister's verbal offensive and was quickly defeated.

"Okay, okay, I just made fun of you."

Xiaojiu herself has experienced it several times, but she still can't help being sullen, how could she not learn well.

"By the way, speaking of Liuhua, why haven't you come here to play recently?"

Qianliu asked.

When talking about Liuhua, Xiaojiu naturally couldn't keep silent any longer: "She is strictly controlled by Sister Shihua, and she is basically not allowed to go out."

Under Xiaojie's narration, everyone probably figured out Liuhua's situation.

For example, before returning home from school, you must get reports from Shihua's store, and then do homework in the back kitchen lounge, and you are allowed to go out to play after finishing your homework.

There is more than a miserable word to describe, fortunately, the old brother will not treat her like that, Xiaojiu secretly rejoices.

"Okay, stop talking and come to the kitchen to help me with some things."

Yang Cai put down the soup and shouted into the depths of the bedroom: "Hesa, don't play the piano, let's practice after dinner."

The voice fell, and the sound of the piano inside stopped abruptly.

After a while, the figure of Dongma came out of the corridor.

"Today's food looks very rich."

Mai also entered the room from the balcony, along with the half-painted Shinshiro.

The two women came to the table and sat down, watching Qianliu and Kasumigaoka get up to help in the kitchen.

"It's okay, as always."

Yang Cai said modestly.

Since her cooking practice, her level has risen sharply. If teaching is not her main occupation, she would have been fooled by Shi Hua to try to train and cook.

As soon as she took off her apron, Hina heard Kasumigaoka breaking the news about the relationship between Qianliu and Zizi.

As a result, there was no movement, presumably everyone present is used to it, and how bad can it be.

At most, blame it at the time, and what should happen later.

Chapter [-]: Drop the chain at a critical time

Chiryu is considered inaudible, although he is one of the protagonists, but as long as he doesn't make a sound, it will be fine.

Let them talk and they won't lose a piece of meat. At most, they will be scorned for a few days, and then they will be a good man. A little gossip will not affect Qianliu at all.

At this point, even Mai Sakurajima doesn't really care how Chiryu will wave.

"Mai is going to shoot commercials in Kagoshima in the next few days, right?"

While eating, Yang Cai asked.

"Well, it's about a day and a half: I don't need to keep dinner for me tomorrow night."

Mai smiled faintly at Hina.

In fact, regardless of their attitude towards Qianliu, they have a very good relationship, so good that some two people can fight side by side...

"Can you bring me some local specialties when you go to Kagoshima again?"

Nayuta asked.

She always liked something over there, but unfortunately she couldn't go there for a long time, so she could only ask someone to take it with her, just because someone in the family wanted to go there, so it was naturally entrusted to her.

Qianliu gulps down the soup, and doesn't listen to the conversation between the girls. After dinner, he comes to sit on the sofa.

After the girls finished chatting, Mashiro, who hadn't been with him for a long time, came out of the bathroom after taking a shower.

The wind blew slightly, coming from the balcony window.

The girl's long soft and moist hair fluttered in the wind, and she held her hair in some trouble.

Qianliu suddenly glanced over, the action just now was a bit sultry, inadvertently charming.

She just stood there stupidly, with transparent pupils, awe-inspiring eyes, snow-white skin, and an illusory atmosphere as slender as easily damaged glass crafts.

To the extent that she could feel the inconceivable atmosphere, the mystery and presence that had not changed from a year ago still surrounded her.

Maybe this is the real white, no matter what, there will be no obvious changes.

"Thousands of Streams"

Mashiro tilted his head and looked at him a little strangely.

It was a mature expression that Qianliu didn't see very often, the tips of her hair that danced in the wind were pressed down, and the traces of age were also etched, and it was impossible not to make people fascinated.

"Qianliu, what's wrong, is there something strange about me?"