The harem party doesn't deserve to read books, right?

As for dating Yui and going to Yuigahama's house...

Or another day.

It's really busy now.

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"Really, actually let me sleep outside all night..."

This stinky brother...

I stayed alone all night the day before yesterday, and I stayed alone all night last night.

Early in the morning, Yang Nao woke up from Makoto Amano's house feeling very bad.

Smelly brother, dead brother, he is so afraid of me attacking him at night...

hateful.

No, I can't take it anymore, I want to move home and sleep.

"By the way, Brother Amano and I are the only two at home. Even if Brother Amano screams his throat, it seems that he can't resist me. Why should I listen to him obediently?"

After another night of sleeping alone, today's Yang Nai finally came to his senses.

She didn't seem to need to be afraid at all.

Quickly got up to wash up, and then put on some beautiful light makeup, Yang Nao quickly returned to Yukinoshita's house.

but……

"Brother smelly, brother Amano, brother, good brother... Where are you?"

There is no Makoto Amano in the huge Yukinoshita family.

he is not at home.

"I can't get through the phone, and I don't reply to the message. Where did he go?"

Yang Nai, who originally wanted to go home and "bully" a certain stinky younger brother, can only sit in the living room at home depressed with his mobile phone, becoming a watchdog.

"This stinky brother didn't go to investigate alone, did he? Did you agree to bring me with you?"

I'm so angry, my makeup is all white.

This damned stinky brother...

Chapter 220 Where is the sixth chapter?open the door! 【4.5K】

Ding--

It's the electronic sound of the access control.

"Eri Pear?"

Did you forget something?

The married wife who was cleaning up the utensils in the kitchen wiped her hands on her apron, then stepped on her slippers and walked quickly to the porch in front of the door.

But the figure that appeared in the access control camera was not the daughter she thought, but a suspicious man in a suit with his head and face covered by a black round hat.

"……Who?"

"I'm a newspaper seller, ma'am."

The suspicious man in the suit pulled the brim of his hat down.

"You subscribed to our paper last week."

"newspaper?"

Only then did the wife notice that the man seemed to be holding a newspaper in his hand.

It turned out that they came to sell newspapers door-to-door.

"I haven't subscribed to a newspaper, have you made a mistake?"

"But the display of our newspaper delivery is your address here..."

"Okay then, just put the newspaper outside the door, thank you."

The left and right are just a newspaper, Sayuri Sawamura thought about it but didn't go into it.

"Besides the newspaper, someone asked me to deliver a letter to you. You need to sign for it yourself."

Unexpectedly, newspapers are only placed outside the door...

If I knew it earlier, I would have changed the reason for coming.

Seeing that the lady had no intention of opening the door at all, the "suspicious man" outside had no choice but to change his strategy.

"Letter? Who sent my letter?"

"A letter from Mr. Spencer, your husband."

"My husband? Impossible, he..."

Wait, this newspaper guy actually knows my husband's name?

Sayuri Sawamura couldn't help but looked curiously at the man in the suit in the access control camera.

However, the other party still wore the hat very low, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

"Can you open the door? Madame..."

The man in the suit walked into the courtyard of the villa, and then came to the door of the house.

"and many more."

The wife and wife still don't want to open the door.

One is that this person outside is too good, and the other is...because of being at home, she is dressed very, very coolly, which is not suitable for meeting guests.

"Just hand in the letter, and I will stamp it."

The cautious wife opened the door only a crack.

"Open it a little more, my hand is stuck, ma'am..."

The man did indeed hold an envelope in his hand.

"Just throw the letter in, it's not convenient for me now..."

The married wife opened the door a little bit, but soon she found something was wrong.

The envelope was indeed handed in through the crack of the door, but the man's hand also came in.

"You, what are you doing!?"

The strong hand pressed against the crack of the door so hard that she could not close it again.

This made Mrs. Sawamura, who was calm at first, panicked.

However, just when Sayuri Sawamura was about to close the door desperately to pinch the hand that came in...

"it's me."

The man in the suit outside the door had already taken off his hat, and his voice was no longer suppressed, revealing his true voice.

If he didn't speak again, he was worried that his palm would be crushed into meatloaf by this door.

"you……"

The wife behind the door quickly stopped exerting her hands, and in such a dazed moment, the man outside the door had already squeezed half of her body in.

And the charming black hair under the round cap and an impeccably handsome face...

Sayuri Sawamura finally saw the face of the person coming.

"Why, why are you?"

She never expected that the suspicious man behind the door was actually the beautiful boy, Makoto Amano, whom she wanted to forget day and night but could not.

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It's over.

I knew that he would come to the door.

I shouldn't have confessed to him so rashly for a moment...

Moreover, Mr. Amano, he seems to know a lot of things.

Even, even her husband's name was spoken.

As expected...

Did Master Xing ask for the crime?

The young wife let the boy into the house through the door nervously.

She imagined a hundred scenarios of meeting the boy again, but she never expected this to be the case.

"Miss Sawamura..."

Makoto Amano followed the young lady who looked like she was only wearing an apron into the house.

"I'm really sorry! I lied to you that I was a high school girl..."

After hearing the boy behind her speak, Sayuri Sawamura, who was already very nervous, began to apologize desperately.

"Uh……"

Makoto Amano said that he just wanted to remind the other party of what he was wearing.

The top is a cool little vest, and the bottom is the kind of shorts that basically reveal the white buttocks...too short.

If it wasn't for the cover of the apron in front, this lady would basically be wearing only underwear.

However, such a Sayuri...

Looking at the moving back of this wife and wife swaying in front of him, Makoto Amano remembered that he had seen this kind of buttocks bigger than his waist and shoulders before.

As the saying goes, the ass is bigger than the shoulders, and the joy is like...

cough cough.

In short, thin waist and thick buttocks are too eye-catching. I never thought that a wife with poor breasts could do such a thing.

Moreover, the main reason is the tightness of the white buttocks under the shorts, which really makes people...

I can't stand it.

This sister Xiao Baihe really didn't treat him as an outsider.

Let him enter the house with so little clothes on.

"Mrs. Sawamura, I didn't come here today to hear your apology."

Thinking of the other party's status as a wife, Makoto Amano still controlled some of his growing desires.

At the same time, they officially corrected the address of each other as Mrs. Sawamura from Little Lily's sister and Sawamura-san.

"It doesn't matter whether you have a fiancé or are married..."

Makoto Amano stared straight at the lady's beautiful purple eyes.

He slightly shifted his gaze from being seduced by the white butt of the other party.

However, after only seeing each other for a few days, the complexion on Sister Sayuri's face has changed a lot...

Her hair is also a bit messy, as if she hasn't slept well for a few days.

"then you……"

It was disturbing, but more of the shame and embarrassment of being approached.

Sayuri Sawamura didn't know how to face the boy in front of her.

As soon as her eyes met, she lowered her head guiltily.

He also didn't pay attention to whether there were any problems with his current attire.

She was just thinking about the purpose of Makoto Amano's visit today, and a little bit of gratitude for today's situation.

Well, fortunately.