Chatting room.

The three of them also came outside the guest room.

Sumiko Nichihiro took out the room card and opened the door, walked in, Suyong Jiyue followed closely behind.

The north plain and south wind finally walked in.

He looked at the two mature women who bent down and were changing shoes with beautiful movements. Suddenly he thought of something and asked with a frown:

"No, Sumiko Nichiko, according to Suyong Jiyue...how many times have you died? Even if the royal family does everything they can do every time, you can't die every time, can't you hide if you can't beat him?"

Sunaga Hitsuki, who was changing shoes, paused.

As always, Sumiko Nichi replied casually: "Do you think I look like someone who can hide?"

"You are sick. If you really can't do it, just be timid for a while. You'll retreat strategically."

The north plain and south wind were a little amused and crying.

"no."

Qihai Chengzi stepped into the entrance barefoot, turned around, and looked at the Nanfeng of Beiyuan.

The golden eyes were proud and majestic like a goddess.

...or she was originally a god.

"...She's just stupid, what do you care about her?"

Sunyoki took off his sandals, jumped into the entrance, and glanced at Sumiko Nikai.

"What about your life? What are you going to do?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng didn't care about Su Yong Jiyue and looked at Qihai Sumiko.

"I don't know, and your hands are broken. What else can you do in this way? It's useless to ask if you ask now."

Sumiko Nichihiro shook her ponytail and turned around and walked inside.

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng was silent for a moment and looked at Suyong Jiyue silently.

Su Yong Jiyue looked around and pretended not to notice Nanfeng Beiyuan, turned around without a trace, and walked in.

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng vaguely felt that they were hiding something from him, but he had no choice but to go in first.

A few steps through a short corridor.

The whole picture of the room appeared in front of me.

This is a suite, with a rock-like platform design, Zen-like illustrations and hanging paintings, neat lines and simple tones, which look very expensive.

And when the north plain south wind enters.

Sumiko Nichiko and Sunagaki were already sitting on the sofa facing the bedroom, studying what movies they were watching.

"I said you..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at the suite and twitched his lips: "It's just a bed, don't you still want to sleep on the sofa, right? I'm a patient, do you understand the patient?"

Sumiko Nichihiro snatched the remote control from Suyong Hiroyuki and played the movie he wanted to watch, turning a deaf ear to the Nakano-feng of Beiyuan.

Sunyoki climbed onto the sofa and pressed towards Sumiko Nikai, wanting to grab it back.

The golden eyes of Sumiko Shimika exude majestic, and pressed against Sunagaki: "Get out."

"...Are you as for it? You have to use your divine nature by grabbing a remote control! Why don't you eat and sleep?"

"As for, don't get close to me."

Neither of them paid attention to Beiyuan Nanfeng.

Do whatever you should do.

“…”

never mind.

Kitahara Nanfeng sighed, came to the sofa, signaled Sumiko Nichiko to let him go, and sat down directly.

As soon as he sat down, Su Yong Jiyue immediately changed her target, gave up snatching the remote control, turned around to the other side of Beiyuan Nanfeng, and sat down next to him.

Beiyuan Nanfeng said angrily: "Are you sick? You insist on getting me in the middle?"

"I care about you."

Suyong Jiyue rolled her eyes, raised the right arm of the Nihara Nanfeng who was wearing a plaster, then lowered her head and knocked curiously: "I took a look yesterday. Your arm is so serious. Are you sure it's okay to wear a plaster? In addition, will it affect your movement when you put a plaster like this?"

"I don't know. Also, nonsense, if you try to shoot such a thick plaster, it won't affect your actions? Why do you ask this?"

"Oh... OK, I've watched a movie."

Suyong Jiyue gave up on the exploration of the right hand gypsum of Nanfeng Beiyuan, turned around and hugged the gypsum, and looked at the screen not far away.

But in a while.

She threw away Beiyuan Nanfeng's right hand, which was cast on the cast, and said disgusted: "What's the matter... it's like holding a stone."

Beiyuan Nanfeng: "...what else do you want? This is gypsum!"

"I want to change my position with Sumiko Nikai."

Sunagaki Hime leaned over and looked at Sumiko Nishikai.

Qihai Sumiko's golden cesium-colored pupils moved and she glanced at her.

“…If you don’t change, you won’t change.”

Suyong Jiyue immediately shrank her shoulders and withdrew her gaze.

She let go of Beiyuan Nanfeng's arm, adjusted her posture, curled up, and lay on Beiyuan Nanfeng's thigh.

Sumiko Nichihara also yawned and leaned on the shoulder of Nanfeng Beiyuan.

Just as in Tokyo.

Even the movie is still the same as before.

“…I still watch this one?”

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his left hand and pushed his head on his left shoulder in a weird posture: "We ran from the hospital all the way, for this?"

“This one is more hypnotic.”

Sumiko Nichihiro slapped the hand that Kitanohara Nanfeng raised, then hesitated for a while, held it in his arms and yawned again.

North Yuan South Wind: "…"

"Indeed... the movie you choose is always so bad, and it's just right to hypnosis."

Sunyoki turned over, lay on his back, and looked at Sumiko Nichiko.

"Bichi." Sumiko Nichi closed her eyes and refused to look at her.

"A thousand-year-old virgin."

Suyong Jiyue cut, turned around and looked at the screen.

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his legs upwards and shook Suyong Jiyue: "I said, am I your doll? Or some kind of wooden stake?"

Suyong Jiyue said lazyly: "You came in by yourself. You should have guessed what will happen before you come in. Two women, one is as beautiful as a flower, the other is as a wolf as a tiger...Oh."

She rolled down from Beiyuan Nanfeng's legs.

"...Okay, I'm the latter."

Suyong Jiyue patted the dust that did not exist on her body, glared at Sumiko Nikai, climbed onto the sofa again, and lay on the lap of Nanfeng Beiyuan.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her face.

Suyong Jiyue curled up. Because she was moving a little too big just now, the hem of the elegant red skirt on her body was slightly lifted up, and a piece of snow-white calves were exposed.

She looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng, gently raised her white calves, blinked her beautiful eyes, and the red light in her eyes seemed to be even more vigorous.

“…There is a problem.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her eyes, remained silent for a while, and spoke slowly.

"What?" Su Yong Jiyue was a little curious.

"How do you usually...cut your hair?"

Kitahara Nanfeng looked at Suyong Jiyue and said seriously: "You can't go to the barber shop, you're all a monster, you're a demigod."

Sumiko Nichi: “…”

Sunyoki Hime: “…”

"That's it?"

Su Yong Jiyue stared at the north wind in Beiyuan.

"What about it? One leans on his shoulders and the other pillows on his thighs, and your hair is everywhere. I'll ask, isn't it too much?"

Sumiko Nichihiro closed her eyes and ignored him.

“…Go to die.”
Chapter completed!