Inside Mio Natsume's room.

Quiet darkness.

The two lay on the bed and were silent for a while.

Natsume Mio leaned against Kitahara Nanfeng's chest. Her initial little emotion passed and she finished what she wanted to say.

She finally realized that the two of them were too close.

The inner anxiety and shyness are fermenting.

"Brother of righteousness..."

Natsume Mio suddenly twisted and shouted at Kitahara Nanfeng.

"Hmm?" Beiyuan Nanfeng hugged her tender body and yawned, a little sleepy.

Natsume Mio whispered: "You don't want to go back..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng laughed in anger, lowered his head, and half-jokingly said, "Beat you up."

Natsume Mio said in a negotiated tone: "...You can do not go back, so let me go first and let me change my pajamas."

Beiyuan Nanfeng, who was also wearing shorts, gently hooked her snow legs and teased, "No, haven't you always teased me for foot control?"

“…”

Natsume Mio's shoulders trembled slightly, and she raised her head from his chest, her face flushed.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked down and said, "The face is so red."

“Where is there…”

Perhaps because of the protection of darkness, Mio Natsume thought of refuting the first thing she thought of.

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his hand and held half of her soft face: "My eyes are pretty good, even in the dark... and the temperature will not lie, it's so hot."

“…”

Natsume Mio was a little embarrassed and her breathing became a little rapid.

Warm breathing sprayed on the face of Nanfeng, Beiyuan.

With a faint orchid scent.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Beiyuan Nanfeng sucked his nose and leaned closer and sniffed it carefully.

"Brother Yee...what are you doing?"

"Is it my illusion that you breathe with fragrance?"

Natsume Mio's face became even hotter.

She struggled for a while.

Want to lower your head.

But Beiyuan Nanfeng still held her face.

Natsume Mio bit her lip, raised her pink fist, and suddenly gently hit her shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Kitanohara Nanfeng smiled and gently kneaded her face.

Mio Natsume didn't say anything,

However, the pink fist that had hammered him slowly released and grabbed his shoulder.

The warm breath spitting on Beiyuan Nanfeng's face was even more.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her and suddenly felt impulsive.

He let go of Mio Natsume's face, embraced her slender waist and thin back, and suddenly lifted her up, looked at her flushed face, and asked, "Mio, do you think you will get married in the future?"

"...Why ask this?" Natsume Mio pursed her lips, and her other little hand also grabbed Kitahara Nanfeng's shoulder.

"I thought of something...just just now."

Natsume Mio was silent for a while and said seriously: "...we can't do it."

"What are you thinking about, and you're not asking about this."

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled and suddenly patted his back.

“…”

Natsume Mio's face became even hotter. She raised her snow leg and kicked Kitahara Nanfeng's calf hard, "Why did I make me look like a fool? It's obviously you asked such an inexplicable question."

"Feel sorry."

Beiyuan Nanfeng responded with a smile: "So will it?"

Natsume Mio kicked him again.

"I see."

Beiyuan Nanfeng took a deep breath, lowered his head slowly, and approached her beautiful face.

Beiyuan Nanfeng bowed his head unfastly.

But Mio Natsume stared at Kitahara's Nanfeng's face approaching and did not dodge.

Beiyuan Nanfeng kissed her gently.

Warm and soft.

It's confirmed...the scent of orchids is not an illusion.

It lasted for about a second.

Natsume Mio turned her head and avoided the south wind of the Northland, and her ears were red.

"Okay... I'm going to bed."

Kitahara Nanfeng didn't mind either. He raised his head, hugged her tender body tightly, and whispered: "Also, Mio, although I know you don't want to believe it, I really didn't drink your blood. I vomited it out. If you can, you can assume it in this regard."

Natsume Mio buried her face in his chest without saying a word.

"Are you still changing your pants?" Kitano Nanfeng shook her.

Mio Natsume still didn't say anything.

"Pretending to be asleep? Then let's not change it, good night." Beiyuan Nanfeng yawned, smiled, and closed his eyes.

actually.

Beiyuan Nanfeng didn’t really think so much at the beginning.

But when he held Mio Natsume's face, he really wanted to kiss her...

This is normal.

After all, he is a normal man, not a GAY.

And at that time, Kitahara Nanfeng thought of this, if Natsume Mio got married...

That's nonsense.

Beiyuan Nanfeng doesn’t have that kind of stomach, so he wants to bless her.

This is his girl, why?

That's why he asked that.

It was also at that time.

Kitahara Nanfeng discovered that he liked Mio Natsume, not the likes of the siblings, but men and women.

Although there are elements of desire in it, like it is like it.

Then it will be easier to make sure that you like her.

So Beiyuan Nanfeng kissed her.

And plan to chase her next.

He didn't understand Natsume Mio's mood very much.

But he still understands his own feelings.

The only obstacle between the two was that the bottle made him the chosen blood... In fact, this was not a obstacle.

It really doesn't work.

Beiyuan Nanfeng would tell her about the system.

This secret is shared with Mio Natsume, and it won't make him uneasy.

Quiet dark room.

Kitahara Nanfeng thought about the subsequent solution, hugged Natsume Mio, and his breathing gradually became smoother.

The room was completely quiet.
To be continued...