That night.

Natsume family.

Natsume Mio hummed softly and became busy in the kitchen.

Kitahara Nanfeng stayed in the bathroom. After cleaning his body a little, he lay comfortably in the bathtub. Then he looked at the ceiling of the bathroom and finally had time to think about what Sanluo Kei would bring in the morning.

Memory...

Beiyuan Nanfeng raised his hand and pressed his temples, closing his eyes with some headaches.

The bathroom was quiet.

But suddenly, Kitahara Nanfeng smiled and said, "Mijia, don't you go to bed?"

"...I wouldn't have known it."

Meijia's graceful figure emerged.

She slowly squatted down beside the bathtub, stretched out her hand to take over Beiyuan Nanfeng, and helped him gently rub his temples: "After all, it is a rare quiet time for Brother Yi. I finally got out of here, and I ran out again. Brother Yi is so powerful now that he found me almost instantly, and it was too late to hide..."

"What kind of middle-aged uncle am I?"

Kitahara Nanfeng held her tenderness, opened his eyes, and looked at Mika who was squatting: "If you work hard for a day, you need a quiet space, etc., are you still thinking about the scene where I will sit in the car for a while when I come back in the future?"

"almost."

Meijia nodded and smiled Ruhua said, "Maybe I will listen to the music for a while before I will open the door with a calm look on my face."

"How is that possible."

Kitahara Nanfeng sat up from the bathtub, smiled and reached out to hold Mika's armpits, gently picked her up, and let her lie in the bathtub.

The girl's skin is delicate and fair, and it is as moist as milk fat, like the best mutton fat jade, with a healthy pink feeling in its luminous state, which is very dazzling.

Meijia lay in Beiyuan Nanfeng's arms, with a faint blush on her face. After a brief shyness, she gently shook her white calves, held Beiyuan Nanfeng's shoulder with her little hands, and said coquettishly: "How is it impossible? Brother Yi will be tired, right?"

“Yes.”

Beiyuan Nanfeng hugged her smooth and delicate waist and looked at the ceiling: "But I have already experienced this feeling, so Ah Mika, I cherish the time I am now."

"What brother Yi said is like an uncle, he is obviously a high school student."

Meijia looked at the serious Nakahara Nanfeng and couldn't help but complain.

"Um?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng lowered his head, pretending to be angry and moved upwards.

"Ah... I'm wrong with brother."

Meijia's stunning oval face turned red in an instant, and she immediately admitted her mistake.

"You, don't worry about me. What's the time when quiet belongs to me? I would rather stay with you than this kind of thing."

Kitanhara Nanfeng gently kissed her forehead and continued, "And what you have to consider now is not my business, you should consider meeting Mio. Now when I see you, I always have an affair with my sister-in-law..."

“…”

Meijia was silent for a moment, rubbed her soft face against his chest, and whispered: "Will I sleep with my brother tonight?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng nodded immediately: "Yes."

"Ah, Brother Yi was really thinking about something strange, I just said it casually, you agreed immediately, there is a problem..." Meijia gently bit his chest as if she had grabbed the handle of Beiyuan Nanfeng and made a rake.

“…”

Beiyuan Nanfeng immediately began to fight back.

"Ah... Brother Yi, I'm wrong... I'm wrong..." Meijia held Beiyuan Nanfeng's neck and began to beg for mercy.

But in fact, there was no resistance at all...

The two were making a fuss.

It was not until Mio Natsume outside called Kitahara Nanfeng to have dinner.

Mika ran away with a blushing face.

Kitahara watched Mika disappear and return to the main hall, and was about to get up as well.

"That...Northern Wind."

Suddenly, a cute JK with a short flax-colored shoulder-length hair slowly emerged from his shadow, standing next to the bathtub with naked white jade feet, wrinkled her delicate little face and looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng, and said pitifully: "Can you discuss something with you?"

"Ah? What?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng immediately sat back to the bathtub, with an expression of interest on his face.

It’s stupid to read Shi Yao.

Then he will not be sleepy.

“…”

Shiori was silent for a moment, but did not speak, but lifted her white jade feet and slowly stepped into the bathtub. Her long snowy legs were soaked in the warm bathing water, and she knelt in front of Nanfeng, Beiyuan.

"Are you wearing clothes when taking a shower?" Kitanohara Nanfeng retracted his legs and gave up his position, looking at the cautious and cute JK with some amusement.

"I was about to say this..."

Shiori's little face showed a grievance, leaned forward and approached Nanfeng, Niharahara. His little hand pressed on his thigh, and his delicate little face the size of a palm hit him and approached Nanfeng, who was very close to him.

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.

"What?" Beiyuan Nanfeng stopped and looked at her with a funny look.

"Can you help me change the God-Shi Yu Suit... temporarily... I will change back after taking a shower, just a while..."

Shiori blinked gently, swiped her long eyelashes up and down: "I want to take a bath for a while, and then you can help me get back later."

Beiyuan Nanfeng was stunned: "...You can't take it off yourself?"

"I can't take it off, this is the God-like uniform." Shiori pulled the jk uniform on his body in aggrievedly.

"So...you've always been wearing clothes to take a bath? Then you'll blow the water on your body?"

The north wind in Beiyuan had a sense of picture and couldn't help laughing.

"Don't laugh!"

Shiori leaned forward even more, and tears burst out from her eyes: "I can't do anything about it. You were so scary before... Did you agree or not? If you don't agree, I'll leave... I didn't make you laugh at me..."

"Agree to agree, don't cry."

Beiyuan Nanfeng reluctantly stopped laughing: "Then let me get up. Do you want to soak with me when you press my legs like this?"

"But what should I do if you leave? I can't change my original God-Shirting Suit..."

Shiori's delicate little face was full of grievance: "I can only soak with you, and then after soaking, you will change your clothes back... Well, I'll agree first, don't beat me up."

"You can go to the bathroom door and shout me, "

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her with his head tilted, "Or do you like to be watched?"

“…right.”

Shiori's tears stopped, and his grievanced expression disappeared. He suddenly realized and showed a happy expression: "Then you go out quickly and help me take off the imperial sacrificial clothes, but you can't turn them into other strange clothes."

"What attitude?"

Beiyuan Nanfeng glared at her and pretended to be dissatisfied and said, "Are you asking for help?"

"...What do you want?" Shiori's delicate little face wrinkled again, looking at Beiyuan Nanfeng with grievance.

Kitahara Nanfeng pretended to show a thoughtful expression, but in fact he was watching his god-like expression, which was a bit funny.

Pretending to behave for a while.

Beiyuan Nanfeng was speaking to her.

But Shiori saw that he had not agreed for a long time, and seemed to feel that there was no chance. She suddenly pursed her cherry lips and remembered Mio. She pressed Kitahara Nanfeng's thighs hard, and leaned forward greatly.

Beiyuan Nanfeng looked at her delicate little face that came over: "..."

Get closer and closer.

The cute JK's shiny cherry lips are getting closer and closer.

Bang...

Next second.

Shiori hit the bridge of the nose of the Northland Nanfeng...

She raised her head, opened her eyes, and looked at Beiyuan Nanfeng, who was covering her nose blankly, as if she was a little confused.

Why are they different?

“…”

Kitahara Nanfeng covered his nose, laughing and crying, and criticized himself who had just been expecting, and reached out to press Shiori's eyes while standing up, saying, "Okay, I promise you, don't be stupid..."
To be continued...