Kobe, hotel.

On the bed.

The south wind in Beiyuan was like a dream, and at the same time said, "You are called Shiori."

Then the next second, there was a response immediately.

"Eh?" Shiori's slightly panicked voice sounded.

Dreams and reality seem to be intertwined.

The Nanfeng from Beihara slowly opened his eyes and stared at Shiori, who suddenly appeared in front of him.

Shiori is still wearing the combination of yesterday's strap skirt and white T-shirt, and her fair and round calves are still wearing the pair of transparent high-heeled sandals.

She knelt on the edge of the bed, leaned over and looked at the north wind in Beiyuan, and got very close.

It is precisely because I got too close.

Beiyuan Nanfeng could clearly see that her delicate little face as big as a palm was white and flawless, her skin was smooth and tender and could be broken... She didn't even have pores.

...I can only say that I am a god.

Although he was a little cowardly.

"What are you doing?" Kitanohara Nanfeng let go of Mio and sat up.

Seeing Kitahara Nanfeng sit up, Shiori immediately moved backwards, then frowned and looked at him with some grievance.

"You turn my school uniform back."

Beiyuan Nanfeng pressed his temple, looked at the cowardly ghost in front of him, and smiled and said, "Didn't you say yesterday... 'You bully me, I won't change it'?"

"Yesterday is yesterday."

Shiori grabbed the hem of the skirt on her snow-white thighs and stuttered slightly: "Today is today, you'll be back soon."

Beiyuan Nanfeng smiled and said, "If I say no..."

"I don't want to wear this!"

Beiyuan Nanfeng's speech has not been finished yet.

Shiori interrupted him forcibly, moved forward with the mattress, approaching Kitahara Nanfeng, and pressed Kitahara Nanfeng's thigh with his little hand. His delicate face as big as a palm hits Kitahara Nanfeng's face. After hesitating for a while, he threatened: "You change it for me quickly, otherwise I will sleep between you and Mio tomorrow night and not let you hug her..."

“…”

Kitahara Nanfeng laughed silently, reached out and patted her small jade shoulder, and said earnestly: "Shiori, you are not called threats, you are called free..."

"Can't understand!"

"Then I'll change the statement you can understand. What should I do if you sleep in the middle and I hug you?"

Shizhi's expression was stiff.

"Don't look like you think about what to do when you think about it. I haven't hugged you yet."

When Beiyuan Nanfeng saw her expression, he couldn't help laughing. He pressed her little head and shook his head helplessly: "When did my XP become so strange... If it was true in my dream, wouldn't I have the same settings for you? Do I like you, a silly and timid child-faced giant*..."

"...Are you scolding me?" Shiori understood this sentence, and instantly reacted, tears popped out of the corners of her eyes, staring at Beiyuan Nanfeng.

"The reaction was quite fast at this time..."

Beiyuan Nanfeng's mouth twitched: "Okay, I'll change it back for you, don't cry."

Shiori leaned forward, holding Beiyuan Nanfeng's shoulder, and his eyes lit up: "Change quickly!"

“……Brother Ye, what have you become?”

Natsume Mio's soft voice sounded.

Kitahara Nanfeng and Shiori, who was holding his shoulder, turned their heads together, and they were very consistent.

Natsume Mio lay on her side, blinking her beautiful eyes.

...

A few minutes later.

Kitahara Nanfeng picked up the thin and threw it on Shiori, covering the graceful body of the girl, and then threw a sentence casually.

Shiori's soft long shawl hair shortened quickly to the naked eye, turning back to the flax-colored shoulder-length short hair, and at the same time, the clothes on her body also turned into ashes and began to reorganize.

Soon, Shiori turned back to the cute JK familiar to the Kitanhara Nanfeng.

"Brother Ye-chan, why do I feel like Shiori is your dress-up doll..."

Natsume Mio sat behind Shiori, her hair pouring down like a flowing cloud, and her peach blossom eyes were still a little tired.

Like a friend, she virtuously helped Shiori sort out her short flax-colored shoulder-length hair, then pulled his wrinkled short skirt and school uniform, and whispered to Nanfeng Kitahara.

"Yes..." Shiori agreed.

"Compared with Shiori, I want you to be a dress-up doll, but it won't work."

Kitahara Nanfeng smiled: "Besides, Shiori hasn't actually changed her costume many times..."

“…”

Natsume Mio's face turned slightly red, as if she had imagined the scene of changing clothes.

She glared at her righteous brother gently, then stroked Shiori's hair, and slowly fell silent.

The eyes were a little gloomy.

"Did you dream again?"

When Beiyuan Nanfeng saw her expression, he guessed something.

But Natsume Mio seemed to have not heard it, just lowered her head and unconsciously helped Shiori along her hair.

Kitahara Nanfeng thought about it, moved forward, and across Shiori, he reached out to hold her soft face and asked again: "Dream?"

Natsume Mio came to her senses, raised her head, gently rubbed Kitahara Nanfeng's palm with her soft face, and replied softly: "Yes."

Beiyuan Nanfeng comforted: "That's just a dream."

“…”

Natsume Mio didn't say anything, but just looked up at her brother-in-law and pursed her cherry lips.

Obviously, she also found something wrong.

She is indeed a very smart girl, she just doesn't know how to ask Beiyuan Nanfeng for the time being.

"……All right."

Kitahara Nanfeng faced Natsume Mio's gaze: "Then let me say it another way. Even if the dream is real, is there any difference between me and now?"

Natsume Mio turned her head slightly, her warm cherry lips gently touched Kitahara Nanfeng's finger, and said, "No, but I will bear it..."

"That's fine."

Beiyuan Nanfeng pinched her face and interrupted, "If, I mean, your dream predicted something, or it was true, my personality has not changed, but hasn't the situation you dreamed of not happening? You haven't gone to Huangquan Country, and I haven't traded with the filthy goddess, what else can I worry about?"

“…”

Natsume Mio was silent for a while and suddenly said, "... Then I'll ask you a question, Brother Yi."

"Um?"

"Did Yui Miyata confess to you?"

“…”

"You really dreamed..."

When Natsume Mio saw the expression of Kitahara Nanfeng, she immediately guessed something.

She turned her head a little childishly and opened her mouth to bite Beiyuan Nanfeng's finger.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her.

Things are coming.

When Natsume Mio saw that Kitahara Nanfeng did not retract his hand, she couldn't bear to bite it down...

Stalemate for a while.

"I won't bite... Brother Yi, don't touch my tongue."

Natsume Mio turned her head away, her face crept up with a faint blush, and she felt a little embarrassed.

"I did dream, but... I didn't confess."

Beiyuan Nanfeng let go of her face and responded to her question.

There is indeed no confession.

Because Miyata Yui's thoughts are no longer obvious...

"That's how it is."

Natsume Mio nodded, then hesitated for a few seconds, stretched out her hands and walked through Shiori's armpits, hugged her like a doll, buried her face in her neck, and whispered: "That brother, let's date."
To be continued...