The Yukinoshita family wants me to confess

However, waking up after taking a nap for a while can easily make people in a half-awake and half-drowsy state, very sleepy but a little refreshed.

Especially just because of auntie's actions, I was excited for a long time.

A person who has been thinking for a long time in the dark with his eyes open will naturally feel sleepier than before. In addition, Hirakawa Hideo was very tired, so he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

However, in this state, his sleep is very light, his body is exhausted, but his brain nerves are extremely active, and his brain is always running. From a small thing he read in the book during the day, he thinks of other things in reality, and from reality, he thinks about his previous experiences. Some things that have passed, speculating on what I thought during those times...

Like many long and tiring dreams, unhappy and more exhausting dreams.

And when he was thinking about these things, his senses were still perceiving the outside world.

A familiar and refreshing fragrance faintly wafted from the tip of his nose, and the sound of the air conditioner operating was very subtle, but somehow it became very clear to his ears.

The quilt is made of down, thick but not heavy, and it won't feel oppressive or stuffy when covered, and it doesn't feel good for Hirakawa Hideo when it touches her body lightly.

Hirakawa Hideo fell asleep in a daze, half asleep and half awake for a long time.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, but he just couldn't fall into a deep sleep like usual.

My mind was thinking about things, I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or thinking about something.

The night is deep.

Looking down from the sky, the bright city lights seem to have dimmed a little.

Especially the outskirts of the country are already dark.

Near the small house, there are too many fireworks and few people here, and it is very quiet at night like this.

It was so quiet that it seemed that the whole world had fallen asleep.

In the dark bedroom, the lights have been turned off for a long time, and the two people on the bed seem to have fallen asleep, but the younger-looking boy next to him doesn't seem to have slept well, his brows are slightly frowned, and he adjusts his sleeping position from time to time .

There was also a quilt on the left side of the bed, but it was shriveled inside, the quilt was limp and sunken, and there was no one inside.

On the right side of the bed, Ping Chuanxiu, who had taken off her shirt and never put it back on, and Xuemu, who only wore a nightgown, lay together and slept under the same quilt.

They are very close.

Although Ping Chuanxiu was afraid that she would not be able to control herself and her aunt would blame her, she moved a little further away, but the quilt was only a small place, the air conditioner was turned down very low, and the air outside was very cold, Ping Chuanxiu was actually still next to her auntie.

It is also difficult to pay attention to keeping a distance when you are half asleep and half awake.

Soon, Ping Chuanxiu's body gradually approached Xuemu unconsciously, and finally even turned over and pressed Xuemu under her body as a pillow to hug her.

With her hands on her waist, she wore a nightgown as thin as a cicada's wings.

His left leg stretched across hers.

Her nightgown was pulled up a little while she was sleeping, or before, and her legs were almost exposed.

The legs rest on the smooth and plump thigh surface, which is very comfortable.

In his sleep, Hirakawa Hideo seemed to have sensed the change in the environment, and his slightly frowning brows relaxed a little, and his irritated expression due to poor sleep quality eased a lot.

Maybe it was so comfortable, Hirakawa Hideo hugged a little tighter as usual with a pillow.

His head also stretched out, pressing on her shoulder.

The aroma at the tip of the nose became a little stronger, and Hirakawa took a few sips lightly.

Just like that, holding Xuemu in a not sober state, rubbing his face on her shoulder.

This is just an instinctive action to make myself comfortable, not soberly out of lust.

Ping Chuanxiu continued to hug her, and the expression on her face gradually eased, as if she was very comfortable.

However, Snow Mother in her sleep didn't seem to think so.

She didn't wake up, her body instinctively rejected the feeling that something was pressing on it, and gently pushed up Hirakawa Hideo's leg that was on her lap, but it might be because of her deep sleep, she didn't have much strength, and pushed softly Pushed it down and didn't push it away.

Instead, under the struggle, the quilt was lifted a little.

Mother Xue pushed it a few times in her sleep, but gave up without pushing it away. Her pretty brows were slightly frowned, but she didn't wake up.

Hirakawa Hideo rubbed his face back and forth on his shoulders, and his rough breath hit his neck and shoulders, making it itchy.

It's not comfortable.

The originally shallow breathing seemed to become a little more rapid.

The breath in front of him smelled very nice and familiar, Hirakawa took a few deep breaths unconsciously.

Xuemu twisted her body a few times.

I want to get rid of Hirakawa Hideo's hug and the strange feeling between the necks.

If it weren't for the close and familiar feeling of the person on her body, Mother Xue might have woken up long ago.

She instinctively rejected this kind of intimate behavior, but the person on her body made her very relaxed, and her body was very close to him.

Comfortable and a little uncomfortable.

That seems to be the feeling.

Chapter 120 Chaos (Modified)

"call……"

Breathing hot air between the sensitive neck and shoulders, Xuemu frowned and snorted in her sleep, straightened her body, and twisted slightly.

I couldn't help but push it away.

But that person felt very familiar to her and very intimate.

Originally, she wanted to push away his head resting between her neck, but when her hand touched it, she unconsciously stroked his head.

Not sober, but with a sense of pity.

Her breath hit her sensitive skin, which was itchy and uncomfortable.

Xuemu twisted her body, trying to stay away from the uncomfortable feeling.

But it was not very useful, she deviated a little to the left, and Hirakawa immediately moved her head towards her, as if she recognized the "cushion pillow" in front of her.

Gently stroking his head with her hand, Xuemu frowned and leaned back, her eyes were still tightly closed.

Young, very similar to Xue Naiyangnai and somewhat cute, there was a hint of puzzlement on her face, as if wondering why her body was so uncomfortable in her sleep.

Although it was a little uncomfortable, her hand movements were very gentle, stroking the person who stopped and sniffed on her shoulder pitifully, like a mother doting on her child.

The chest undulates slightly during breathing, and the quilt covering it is like a round hill.

The quilt was lifted a little due to the struggle just now, exposing her delicate collarbone and a part of her arms, as well as a small part of ups and downs.

Either because of an accidental movement while sleeping, or because of the struggle just now, the sling of the nightgown on the left shoulder fell to the arm.

After the lights are turned off, all this is hidden in the dark and invisible.

Only Ping Chuanxiu, who hugged her without any scruples, personally felt a little bit.

He vaguely enjoyed everything that he couldn't enjoy on weekdays, and the state of being sleepless just now seemed to have gone away, and it had already become a sweet dream for him.

But he wasn't just content with that.

Hideo Hirakawa rubbed her slender shoulders, feeling in a daze that the aroma in front of her seemed to be more tangy and rich, so she hugged the soft pillow a little bit forward, stretched out her legs and clamped her aunt like usual with a pillow The slender and smooth legs were smooth and comfortable, and the face was brought close to the neck, sniffing the fragrance there, some hair fragrance, some familiar perfume smell and a little strange body fragrance.

"Well……"

This seemed to be too exciting for Mother Xue, and her frown became tighter, and the face that had recovered its original lovely face due to deep sleep also had a different charm.

She tilted her head, frowning her pretty and delicate brows, and made an indistinct sound from her mouth.

The hand that was stroking Ping Chuanxiu's head suddenly grabbed Ping Chuanxiu's hair, and then let go weakly.

The warm breath kept hitting her neck, and the skin there was sensitive to some small particles.

I don't know if it's because it's too uncomfortable or because the sensitive part is stimulated, Xuemu keeps tilting her head, sometimes to the left and sometimes to the right because of Hirakawa Hideo's movements.

The legs tried their best to get rid of this strange feeling, but they were tightly clamped by the opponent's legs, unable to move. They could only rub up and down gently, thighs rubbing against thighs, in order to slightly relieve the itching of the body a feeling of.

Not only Hirakawa Xiu who was holding her tightly, but even her own breathing became a little short.

Both of them were not awake, but the feeling went straight to the body. Even when they were asleep, they faintly felt something wrong, but they both ignored it because they were comfortable and the other's breath was too familiar.

Mother Xue's frown eased a little, but she still frowned slightly, unable to tell whether it was discomfort or something strange about her body.

Hirakawa Hideo's head was also slightly away from her neck, breathing the cold air in the bedroom hastily, which was a bit comfortable in the gradually warming environment.

Under the quilt, the pair of legs that were tightly clamped seemed to struggle a little, but they did not leave, but instead entangled. The plump and greasy thigh stretched out to clamp Ping Chuanxiu's leg, and Xuemu's body was also because of this. As a result, he turned his body sideways, facing Hirakawa Hideo, reached out his hand instinctively and hugged Hirakawa Hideo's head, pressing his head in front of his body, with his chin resting on the collarbone, and pressing his face against her sensitive skin. neck.

Her breathing was gradually no longer steady, close to panting.

The same is true for Hirakawa Hideo, but her head is held and her breathing is not so smooth.

Both of them felt a little faintly, but it was limited to this, the subconscious movements were not exaggerated, it was just a slightly intimate hug, which was far from being passionate.

Legs rubbed against each other.

Almost clinging to the body, breathing is almost panting.

This brought only a short-term relief from the itching, but it became more uncomfortable after a long time.

Mother Xue's slightly relieved brows were tightly wrinkled again, her nose was slightly straightened, and there seemed to be dissatisfaction between the brows on her soft and delicate face.

The plump and smooth thighs are gradually exerting force.

But Ping Chuanxiu didn't realize it, and remained motionless, just hugging, as if hugging this soft body was enough.

In a dark bedroom, the two were lying on the same bed hugging tightly.

With the low and inaudible sound, bursts of cold air were discharged into the room, maintaining the low temperature.

The quilt was lifted a little, and the exposed part came into contact with the air outside the quilt, which was a bit cold.

The two hugged each other face to face.

Ping Chuanxiu's head was buried between Snow Mother's necks.

The suspenders of Snowmother's nightdress almost fell off.

In the place covered by the quilt, the legs of the two were entangled, Xuemu's plump and elastic thighs sandwiched Hirakawa Hideo's legs, and her slender calves rubbed against the bend of his legs.

Time gradually passed.

The two have maintained this posture, with slight adjustments in the middle, but it probably remains the same.

for a long time.

The snow mother in her sleep bent forward unconsciously, and hugged Ping Chuanxiu with her hand on Ping Chuanxiu's head, holding her tightly.

Ping Chuanxiu's head rose from her neck and stopped in front of her face.

The two were breathing face to face, and the gas they exhaled was a little warm, and they unconsciously opened a little distance, but their bodies were still tightly hugging each other.

Her legs gradually went up.

The warm thigh touched Hirakawa Hideo's thigh.

It was very hot like this, Hirakawa Hideo stepped back a little bit, but her thighs slid up again.

There was a reaction in a daze.

I don't know if it's tactile or just instinctive because of the increased temperature there.

In this way, Hirakawa Hideo's body, which originally wanted to retreat a little, did not retreat, but slightly straightened up.

Breathe out comfortably.

He leaned forward and put his mouth on Xuemu's forehead.

He stretched out his hands and hugged Xuemu.

The temperature in the dark room seemed to be heating up gradually, and both of their bodies were getting hot.

In the dead of night, in the empty room, it was pitch black, only the sound of panting from time to time.

The space on the bed was not too small, but the two of them were squeezed into the same quilt, clinging to each other intimately.

"Well……"

Xuemu pushed away the hands that were touching her body, and half-opened her eyes.

And Ping Chuanxiu was still asking for a kiss, she was gagged by Ping Chuanxiu as soon as she opened her eyes.

She had just woken up not so long ago and was at a loss for what to do in the face of this situation.

His body was numb, and his thighs unconsciously rubbed against each other's body, tightly clamping his legs.