The Sealer of the Sword

However, it didn't make Yan Ye think too much. It seemed that the sound of the action he just pushed away from the admiral's room caught Ren's attention.

After clearly chanting lightly, Rin's body turned his head directly. When Ron saw Yan Ye standing in front of the admiral's room door, his cheeks blushed slightly for some reason, and then he seemed to be I want to say something, but—

The sound is very petite, at least when standing with Yan Ye who is over 180, it almost only reaches the shoulders.

The kind of admiral's uniform that looks big on Yan Ye's body, when wearing it on Xiang's body, of course, it is a bit too much.

how to say?

Just because of the length of the clothes, it was almost from the shoulders to the ankles on Hibiki's body, and the small hands were also tucked into the sleeves of the clothes, and the sleeves were rolled up to show their hands, but And because the sleeves didn't have a focus, they just slackened loosely again.

Under the circumstance that Xing Ke seemed to be even more petite, Xing was shaking the loose sleeves gently, looked at Yan Ye and said softly: "Commander, lecherous."

"I don't seem to have said anything... let's say, what are you doing?"

Saying nothing and doing nothing, Yan Ye, who was complained to by Ring first, couldn't help but sighed in disbelief, and walked in the direction of Ring.

Hibiki didn't show any restraint in this regard, but it seemed that Yan Ye felt a little shy because she was seen by Yan Ye who had just taken a shower.

As for Yan Ye's question, Hibiki gently folded his hands together, brought the admiral's clothes that were open together, and completely wrapped it inside——

"It smells like a commander."

"Ok?"

"It feels... as if being held by the commander."

"No...Rin you said that in front of me—huh? Oh!"

Yan Ye, who continued to walk towards Xiang while complaining, seemed to suddenly remember something. After clapping his hands directly, he looked at Xiang with an expression of sudden realization, and said, "Slut?"

"Commander... that kind of statement is too much."

"Ah, sorry sorry."

The wording seems to be a bit wrong, but it seems to be the case, right?

After all, if you correlate what Hibiki said just now with the appearance of Hibiki she saw when she came in, you can roughly guess what Hibiki was doing at that time.

Hibiki probably came to look for him because of something, but when he found out that he was not there, he took advantage of the time he was back to take a bath.

Then, after washing, I found that Yan Ye hadn't come back. When I was about to start looking for a hairdryer, I found the admiral's uniform and put it on.

If you still can't understand why Hibiki does this—

Just another way of thinking, if your goddess came to your house, and then went to take a bath, when you went to take a bath, but found that your goddess' clothes or fat was left in the changing basket, then you What will be done?

That's pretty much the case.

That's why Yan Ye said that sentence intentionally.

Just shrugging his shoulders and walking to Xiang's side, Yan Ye saw Xiang smiling softly, then looked at him and said, "Commander, can you blow my hair for me?"

"Okay."

Of course, Yan Ye would not refuse such a request.

So when he heard the words, he walked to the chair behind the admiral's desk and sat down, and when he took out the hair dryer, he turned his head to look at Xiang who was beside him, lightly smiled and reached out and patted Tui, motioning for him to sit down.

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Chapter 410 The sound of coquettish like a cat

The right hand is still a little inconvenient.

At least it's the kind of feeling that it hurts to death if you move it lightly, but Yan Ye still took off the bandage on his right hand.

It's true that the pain buff cannot be lifted, but whether it's an external injury or an internal injury, it's actually healed. Now it's just that the pain nerve is still working hard, ha... It's really painful.

After gently moving his right hand, Yan Ye smiled and looked at Xiang Xiang with a light smile when he realized that it was nothing but the death of the pain.

Although her right hand still hurts a little, after all, the sound is unusually small. Given her weight, to be honest, even if she jumped directly to Yan Ye, she probably wouldn't feel anything.

So don't worry.

Sitting on the admiral's chair, he took out the hair dryer, reached out and patted his tui's Yan Ye lightly, and after seeing Xiang Zai smiling softly, he leaned over gently like a coquettish cat.

Gently attached to Yan Ye's body, if Xing had a cat's tail, I'm afraid it would have been gently swinging on Yan Ye's body by now, right?

That lazy look that made people keep teasing, but Hibiki also brought it to the extreme.

Xiang didn't speak, but whether it was the appearance of wanting to get into Yan Ye's arms, or the gesture of gently reaching out to let Yan Ye hold her in his arms, Yan Ye couldn't help but spoil him. After smiling like a smile, he stretched out his hand and gently hugged it.

very light.

When you pick him up, it's like holding a kitten.

And the feeling that rou was so soft as to be boneless also made Xiang Zai gently twist his body when he was picked up by Yan Ye and sat on Yan Ye's tui, like a cat coquettish, and comfortably nestled in it. Yan Ye's arms.

At the same time, the milk-like aroma on his body was stronger than usual, and the scent that people couldn't help but want to take a bite, also let Xiang linger in Yan Ye's arms. Gently rubbing against it, water droplets still occupied the shirun silver-white hair, which looked even more gorgeous under the soft light.

After all, this kind of action between Yan Ye and Xiang can almost be said to be accustomed to, so there is no such thing as embarrassment and then try again and again.

Being able to sense what Hibiki was thinking about, Yan Ye didn't keep it.

When she gently stretched out her hand to hold Xingjie in her arms, she reached out at the same time and took the hair dryer on the side, one hand was holding the hair dryer and gently blowing Xingjie's hair, while the other hand stroked her lightly. That silver-white hair.

Under the caress of Yan Ye, Ren couldn't help making a sound as comfortable as comfort.