163 Extra: 212 I will never leave you.
She was immersed in the warm sunlight, the floor was warmed by the spring sun, and the sunlight filtered through the shade of the trees was fine and soft, and it felt warm on her skin.
The rustling wind brought down a large rain of flowers, and the soft flowers were like flying snowflakes.
There was a hint of sleep-inducing intoxication in the wind. She lay on her back on the warm floor, letting the mottled light and shadow slip through the gaps between the tree shades and fall on her face.
Warm tiredness is like gentle water, rushing in from all sides and wrapping yourself in the center.
The memories of the past dragged a long river in my mind, and a heavy sleepiness pressed down from my eyelids.
She struggled a few times, but sleepiness was still overflowing. She simply gave up her resistance, closed her eyelids, and let herself be immersed in the warm sunlight.
Time is like a river, and the memories in my mind become thinner with time. Even so, when I recall the things that happened when I was a child, I will still be enveloped by a warm feeling that fills my heart and spleen.
The gorgeous fireworks unfolded in the sky, and the little goldfish reflected on the kimono seemed to be alive, and the fish scales reflected the sparkling lights.
The dense crowd formed a large area on the road, and the sound of bang bang exploded in the sky.
The short and thin little Douding was mixed in the crowd and staggered around. Someone picked her up and put her on his shoulders.
The office worker's arms are actually not very strong, but they are just right for her.
She blinked her eyes, and the gorgeous fireworks were reflected in her eyes. A pair of warm hands covered her ears. Most of the sound of the fireworks exploding was filtered out, and the remaining sounds were soft like hazy clouds.
…
Misako's wedding was held in Kanagawa.
The wedding was in April, and the cherry blossom season in Kanagawa had not yet passed. The wedding was a typical Western-style wedding.
When the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the slender branches are bent heavily, and the thick shadows are like crimson clouds.
The red carpet is soft and warm, and the balloons are squeezed together one by one, shaking in the soft wind.
This is the first time Yayoi has attended a wedding. Although he has been married before, this is his first time attending a wedding.
"Are you nervous?" Satoru Gojo asked with a smile.
Yayoi paused, "...a bit?"
Satoru Gojo is holding Mutsuki, his daughter is lying on his shoulders, hugging his neck, he purses his lips and smiles, the corners of his curved lips are immersed in the melting spring light, and the eyes behind his sunglasses flicker to her for a moment. The opaque light comes.
Yayoi blinked.
There was a sound of exclamation in the air, and the crowd was like a flock of frightened birds in the dense forest.
Yayoi subconsciously looked in the direction of the origin of the commotion.
The childhood friend was wearing a pure white wedding dress, holding high heels in one hand and a heavy skirt in the other, running barefoot on the soft grass.
The veil and skirt are like soft waves, and the bride running on the grass is like a mermaid wrapped in the waves.
When she saw a little blush in the crowd, the bride decisively threw her high heels away. The white high heels were thrown far away, and the running bride shouted "Little Red Hair" from a distance.
Mutsuki, who was hugging her father's neck, instinctively noticed her father's change in mood. When she reacted, Xiao Baimao turned around and saw half of her father's face as dark as the bottom of a pot. The wind carried waves of fragrance passing by. On the tip of the nose, soft white gauze brushed against the cheek like a cloud.
Her father held her mother in one hand and her in the other. His posture was strong and his movements were flexible. He held the two of them perfectly to avoid the rushing bride.
Xiao Baimao looked at the bride who was throwing herself on the ground in a standard face-down posture, with a confused face.
The people who came after the bride were busy trying to pick people up. One of them, an older woman, had black lines all over her face. She couldn’t say anything because there were so many people present. She bit her teeth again and again, and finally just Say something like, 'We are all getting married, why are you still dating a crazy girl?'
When she was in junior high school, Misako was a famous crazy girl who went wild and crazy.
"I'm happy." Misako pouted.
"Are you happy that you're just messing around like this?" The older woman was furious.
Yayoi, who was unexpectedly picked up by her husband, turned around. After pausing for a moment on the bride who was being trained obediently, her eyes fell on the older woman who was training.
Some people say that when you think of someone, the first thing that comes to mind is her voice. Familiar facial features, extra crow’s feet at the corners of the eyes, wrinkles on the cheeks.
Yayoi paused, "Shiraishi-sensei?"
The woman paused, turned around, and bright red came into view.
Teacher Shiraishi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to react, "Little red hair?"
Yayoi: "...So you all call me Little Red Hair behind my back."
Teacher Shiraishi put one hand on his hips and the other on the back of his head. His eyes were wandering around and he looked at the sky like "ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hahahahaha" for a while, then his eyes fell on the unfamiliar Satoru Gojo and Xiao Baimao, "These two are...?" "
"My husband and daughter." The warm sunlight fell on his cheeks, and his smile seemed to melt.
"Are you married? You are actually married, as promised..."
Before he finished speaking, a person suddenly jumped out of the crowd. He quickly covered the stupid mouth with his hands and feet, and quickly directed everyone to carry the person to the dressing room.
"Guo, my cousin's brain... well, it's different from normal people." The girl who just covered Misako's mouth quickly bowed slightly to apologize.
Yayoi: "..."
Satoru Gojo: "..."
I understand, after all, there are no normal people around us.
After the oolong was over, the girl who just bowed and apologized ran over and invited Yayoi to the bride's dressing room. Satoru Gojo, who was holding his daughter, looked as bright as headlights, which made people feel scared, and the girl couldn't help but rub her. Rubbing the goosebumps on your arms.
Yayoi frowned, looked at Satoru Gojo and said softly: "It's okay, I just went to see an old friend."
Satoru Gojo curled his lips, "But that guy looks like a bitch."
The girl who heard others saying that her cousin was a slut had an expression as steady as an old dog. Finally, she took the whole family to the dressing room. Misako, who had arranged the heavy wedding dress and makeup on her face, turned around and saw the door. A family of three, father, mother and daughter.
The daughter's appearance was carved from the same mold as her father, but Misako could tell at a glance that this child was Yayoi's for no other reason than that it was so similar. Her eyes and expression were so similar to her childhood friend. .
There are two faces with similar eyebrows, but the other bigger one doesn't look very easy to get along with.
Misako looked at Little Baimao, then at Dabai Mao who was holding Little Baimao, and finally focused on Yayoi, and muttered, "You are now a mother."
Yayoi rolled his eyes.
Misako frowned, pulled the person aside, and asked quietly: "Are you really not deceived?"
Satoru Gojo's face is the type that attracts bees and butterflies at a glance.
Yayoi: "...Am I easy to deceive in your eyes?"
Misako nodded seriously, "It's very easy to lie, but no one dares to lie to you, because if they lie to you, you will be beaten."
"...I really wasn't cheated." Yayoi said with a serious expression.
Misako drooped her eyes, "Then tell me how you married him."
Yayoi: "...That's how we got married."
There was a pause.
Little Red Hair paused in answering the question.
Misako almost jumped up, "If you confess, you will be lenient, if you resist, you will be strict!"
Yayoi: "..."
Help.
The soft cherry branches pressed heavily against the window. The pure white wedding dress held up the heavy and complicated skirt and dragged to the floor. The bright sunlight was like gold foil that had been cut into pieces.
The sky is very clear today, and my childhood friend is bringing her husband and daughter.
Misako picked up the hem of her skirt with one hand, her black eyes sparkling, and the smile on her face warm and happy, "Is it beautiful?"
Yayoi curled her eyes, "very beautiful."
The white wedding dress clung to her legs, and the heavy skirt looked like a beautiful mermaid's tail.
During the school festival, she had seen Misako dancing on the stage. The beautiful girl was the leader of the school dance team. She always stood in front of all the girls and led the dance. The cheers and applause from the audience were like thunder, and she raised her straight and slender legs. It rose and fell, the flying skirt swaying like a chain of flowers, the expression on her face was carefree and cheerful.
"I wish you happiness, Misako." Yayoi said.
Misako smiled and rolled her eyes, "I also wish you happiness."
Satoru Gojo reluctantly watched the two chatting for a while, being very considerate and not disturbing the two friends who had reunited after a long absence.
After chatting for a while, the wedding was about to begin. The Gojo family came out of the dressing room, and Misako put on a white veil.
Hazy white, warm white.
The best friend from childhood smiled in the cloud-white veil.
Satoru Gojo pouted and left the dressing room. Knowing that he was unhappy, Yayoi stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the corner of his lips.
The big white cat hugged its little kitten. The happiness felt like hot spring water, soaking into the whole body, and it couldn't help but stick out its tail.
"The wedding dress is beautiful." Satoru Gojo squinted his eyes and kissed his wife's hair.
"Misako will be happy." Yayoi said with a smile.
"I'm not talking about Misako." Satoru Gojo hugged his kitten, meaningfully.
Yayoi was stunned and didn't realize what he was talking about for a long time.
When the crackling applause sounded, the salutes exploded, and gold foil flew like rain and snow. When the bride dropped the bouquet, she did not react.
…
On the fourth day after the wedding, the four-year-old first-year group got together for the first time after graduation. Kugizaki Wild Rose strongly recommended going to Hakone to soak in the hot springs, and followed the booing Satoru Gojo to book the place.
Hakone is a famous hot spring town in Japan.
Mountains and rivers rise and fall in sight, and a few black cables can be seen in the lush greenery. There are cable cars, mountain trams and aerial cranes that can be visited from all angles in Hakone.
The white mist lingering in the hot spring is like a meandering white gauze skirt, and the mist makes the eyelashes moist.
Satoru Gojo drank a little fruit wine. The alcohol content was not high and children would not get drunk easily. But here comes the problem. Satoru Gojo’s alcohol capacity was worse than Mutsuki’s. Just a little fruit wine made him collapse into a puddle. Lying on Yayoi's shoulder.
According to past experience, there will be no rest tonight.
Yayoi entrusted Mutsuki to Wild Rose, and Wild Rose, who took Mutsuki away, looked at Satoru Gojo who was lying in a puddle on Yayoi's shoulder. After sighing frequently, he purred his little white hair several times, and together with Hishito the Japanese knotweed, With numb hands and feet, he pulled the little white hair over.
Drunk cat.
so cute.
Yayoi couldn't help but kiss the tip of his nose.
The half-drunk cat blinked, its pale blue eyes sparkling, and its eyelashes were still wet with moisture that had not dissipated.
"Yayoi~"
The big white cat spoke in a long tone, nuzzled over to her, hugged his wife and kissed her.
He held his wife's cheek, and the touch in his palm was soft and warm. He couldn't help but rub it a few times with his fingertips.
The person in sight was shaky and had a double image.
Satoru Gojo pouted, held Yayoi's cheek, and bit her lip.
The drunk cat's mouth was gentle and left a tooth mark directly on Yayoi's lips. The pain made Yayoi burst into tears.
Realizing that he had bitten someone, the cat lowered its ears, and kissed Yayoi on the lips. While kissing, he muttered: "Kiss me, and the pain will fly away."
Yayoi rolled his eyes.
The cat, which she had finally kissed enough, lay on her lap, purring and dozing off.
Yayoi stuffed a pillow under his head, and the drunken cat pouted. Yayoi kissed him on the lips, "I'll be back in a moment."
Satoru Gojo seemed to be satisfied. He turned over and lay on the pillow. His white eyes were raised, his pale blue eyes were starry, and his eyes were filled with drunkenness.
"Where are you going?" The half-drunk cat stretched out on the tatami, tilted his head, his cheek pressed against the soft pillow, and his hair cast tiny shadows under his eyes.
"I'll buy you some sour plum juice to sober up." Yayoi pushed aside his hair and kissed his eyes.
Satoru Gojo, who was soft all over, curled his lips.
"Don't run around, I will be here soon." Yayoi said softly.
"Then you have to come back quickly." Satoru Gojo grabbed her hand and shook it.
Yayoi put on her coat, stepped on her clogs, and planned to go to the hotel's vending machine to buy a bottle of plum juice.
The rich night cover the mountains, and dots of lights are scattered under the traditional and simple roofs.
The canned drinks rolled off the shelf. Yayoi bent down and took out the can from the stall. When he stood up and looked up, he was caught off guard and met a pair of black eyes.
Yayoi paused.
She is on the other side, and the other side is looking at her.
A girl with black hair and eyes, about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a yukata and a coat provided by the hotel, her fair calves were stained by the orange light.
"Is your red hair natural?" the other person asked.
Yayoi didn't understand why she asked this, but still answered, "Yes."
The girl's eyes flickered under the light, and she pursed her lips unconsciously.
Yayoi looked at her puzzled, "Is there something wrong with my hair?"
The girl opened her mouth and swallowed the words as soon as they reached her lips.
"tassel."
Calls came from far away in the night sky.
The girl was stunned for a moment.
Yayoi paused.
When the visitor saw her, he was also stunned, his pupils shrank violently, and he couldn't stop trembling.
The girl couldn't help but tighten her sleeves.
The light falling on the hair is as fluttering as a butterfly, and the cool night breeze penetrates into the wide sleeves.
Some people say that when you think of a person, the first thing that comes to mind is his voice.
"Yayoi?" The other party said in a hoarse voice.
Yayoi lowered his eyelashes and stood on the floor lit by lights.
A long, long time ago, when she was still a little kid, her parents were still together, her father would pick her up from the feet of the crowd, and her mother would cover her ears with her hands to prevent her from being blown up by fireworks. The sound of opening scared me.
Yayoi's smile after hearing this voice turned out to be more of an argument with her mother.
Yayoi raised his head and the light fell into his amber eyes, "Long time no see."
"Dad." Yayoi said.
When the words fell, the girl's fingers suddenly tightened tighter at the same time, and her wide sleeves were grasped pitifully.
…
The girl with black hair and black eyes is called Amamiya Suiko. She is sixteen years old and studying in Tokyo. She just entered high school this year.
She is the stepdaughter of 'Dad'. Ten years after she divorced her mother, 'Dad' married Suiko's mother.
Both parties were married. Suiko's mother's previous husband was an alcoholic. He would drink out almost every night and come home drunk. Little Suiko once saw the drunk man picking up her mother's long hair and dragging her. , dragging her mother into the room and beating her. After she got a little older, Suiko would occasionally suffer such treatment. If her mother hadn't tried so hard to protect her, she might have been beaten to death.
Such painful days did not end until the man got drunk outside and fell off the rooftop, shattering all the bones in his body.
After that, Suizi's mother sold the house, moved with Suizi, and met her current stepfather. He was a very good man, spoke softly, never hit anyone, found a good school for Suizi, and also knew how to teach Suizi. Going to and from school in Scion.
Suiko felt that this was what a father should be like, so when her mother proposed to marry him, Suiko didn't object, but was very happy to call him daddy.
After the family was complete, the heart that had been hurt by that person began to heal, and the shadows left by her childhood were gradually dispelled by her stepfather. Suiko was very satisfied and cherished her current life.
The worry and fear started when she saw photos in an old photo album.
She didn't know anyone in the family of three in the photo except her father.
She recalled what her mother had said that her father had been divorced before marrying her.
Suiko realized that the people in the photo might be her father's ex-wife and daughter. She hurriedly stuffed the photo album back into the bookshelf.
She didn't dare to ask or tell anything about her father's ex-wife and daughter.
If the father's ex-wife and daughter are mentioned, will he leave his mother and her and go find his ex-wife and daughter?
The three of them chose a quiet teahouse and sat down, and the waiter served steaming tea.
Orange light fell on the table, and the smooth glass surface reflected the black mountains outside the window.
Suiko's eyes fell on Yayoi's hair and face, and she bit her lips unconsciously. Her hands on her legs tightened unconsciously, and the fabric was wrinkled by the scratches.
Father's daughter is really beautiful.
…
"Are you okay?" Dad said in a hoarse voice, "...Is Qinghe okay?"
Suizi, who was sitting next to her father, pursed her lips tightly.
Yayoi lowered his eyes, "I'm very good."
"Mom... passed away many years ago," Yayoi said.
The eyes react faster than words.
Yayoi saw his father's shrunken pupils, and even his hands on the table trembled. Suizi, who was sitting next to him, had never seen such a father before. Big tears fell from her eyes, soaking the glasses lenses on the bridge of her nose.
"Dad..." Suiko panicked for a moment.
The man lowered his head and tightened his hair with his hands, "It's my fault... I shouldn't have said those words... Her health has been bad... I shouldn't have agreed to divorce her... She has always been very Stubborn……"
Fragments of light rippled in the tea, and the lenses finally couldn't hold back the tears, and sporadic water stains spread on the floor.
Yayoi lowered his eyelashes and looked at the crying man.
As she grew older and became a mother, she understood her mother more and more.
My mother, who looks soft on the outside, is more stubborn than anyone on the inside, and she knows it better than anyone else.
She doesn't blame anyone, it was her mother's choice.
She knew her physical condition and made her own choice. Those quarrels were just a reason. It was only selfish to take advantage of her father's inner inferiority and doubts and take Yayoi away.
She grew up in her hometown and wants her hometown to die.
Dad just fulfilled her wish.
"...What about you?" After a long time, the man with tears on his face raised his head and looked at her. His eyes were soaked with tears, and he spoke hoarsely, "Where have you been for such a long time? Why didn't you come to me? ? So many years..."
Are you all the same person?
"I'm fine now," Yayoi said.
"I have a husband and a daughter." Yayoi said softly.
The other party was stunned for a moment, and then opened and closed his mouth. His voice seemed to be blocked in his throat. His thoughts were going around, and countless words finally merged into one sentence, "Are you happy now?"
"I'm very happy." Yayoi smiled, "My mother once told me that she was very happy."
The two faces were not very similar, but he saw the shadow of his former wife in his daughter's smile.
He looked at his daughter blankly and calculated that she was now in her thirties, but her face looked like a girl's.
In an instant, tears fell like rain.
"So, don't cry." Yayoi said with a smile.
There are no ifs in many things. Once the person at the center makes a choice, he will move forward along the path that should be taken.
He took off his glasses, which were soaked with tears, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
There were a few very obvious mutterings coming from the corner. Yayoi tilted his head slightly and found two very familiar adults.
Realizing that the two adults had been discovered, they raised their heads from behind the sofa.
Yayoi blinked, "Why are you here?"
Wild Rose said confidently, "Aren't I here to support you?"
The war between women, the complex ethical relationship of the family. In the past, wasn't this kind of scene played out on TV so well?
Hisahito looked serious, "Mutsuki has entrusted it to Megumi and Junpei in advance."
After speaking, he scratched his hair.
The incident goes back to when Yayoi was still in front of the vending machine. The two people who took Mutsuki out for a walk happened to hear Yayoi's words "Dad", and their two wide-open mouths were so shocked that they could fit two duck eggs.
Little Bai Mao looked confused and asked his mother why he called that uncle dad.
After closing her own mouth, Wild Rose covered Little Bai Mao's mouth and said fiercely: "Children, don't worry so much."
He turned around and saw Megumi and Junpei walking over.
Wild Rose paused, then stuffed Little Baimao into Shunping's arms with a ferocious look on her face, "Take good care of Little Baimao."
Junping subconsciously hugged Little Bai Mao to prevent her from falling.
Hui's face was paralyzed, "What do you want to do?"
"The situation is a bit bad. We are worried that my sister will be bullied." Yourito clenched his right hand into a fist and smashed it into the palm of his hand, with a serious look on his face.
Junpei: "..."
Are you sure? Even if the special-grade curse spirit comes into her hands, she will only be beaten one-sidedly.
The two adults, who were already adults, looked at the cheerful duo who were particularly energetic tonight, until the two of them walked all the way in the dark and quietly followed them to the tea house.
"They are..." The man on the seat couldn't help but speak.
"My husband's students can also be considered my students." Yayoi said, "The one with pink hair is my brother."
Yayoi saw his father pause for a moment, the tea in the cup was steaming, and the girl opposite looked a little uneasy.
After a long time, he spoke in a very soft voice, "That's it."
The lights that fall into the eyes flicker on and off, tossing and turning, time seems to have returned to the summer festival a long time ago, and the fireworks that fall into the eyes are also so soft.
The man opened his mouth to say something, but his voice stopped abruptly like a candle extinguished by the wind.
Suizi, who was sitting next to him, looked a little strange.
Yayoi turned around and was lifted into the air.
The familiar body temperature and the breath that fell into the hollow of the neck were all filled with an intoxicating feeling. The soft hair brushed against the skin, making it a little itchy.
The white-haired man picked him up like a child.
Yayoi subconsciously tightened the fabric on his shoulders, "Why did you come out?"
"I've been waiting for you for a long time and you haven't come back." The other person pressed against her ear, his warm breath entering her ears, and his voice was soft and coquettish.
Yayoi blinked and apologized honestly, "Guo."
"Where's my pickled plum juice?" Satoru Gojo pursed his lips.
Yayoi took out the plum juice from the vending machine from his wide cuffs and waved it in front of his eyes.
Satisfied, Satoru Gojo narrowed his blue cat eyes in contentment and rubbed the crook of her neck.
Yayoi touched his hair.
He is still drunk.
"Let's go back." Satoru Gojo said.
As soon as he finished speaking, Yayoi hugged the person and left without waiting for him to finish.
Yayoi paused, then turned around and said goodbye hastily to the two people sitting at the table, "Sorry, I'm sorry."
Satoru Gojo angrily pushed her head onto his shoulders and muttered that he was not allowed to look at others.
…
The curtain hanging in front of the tea house was lifted and fell again, and warm orange light flowed in the gully of the gravel path.
Suiko and her father walked out of the tea house.
The stars above the head are sparse, and the moon is like a round jade plate.
Sui Zi felt that his father seemed much older. The lights at night were dotted, and he watched the back of the white-haired man holding his daughter merge into the night.
To be honest, that man seemed very difficult to get along with. He appeared silently, and his eyes were beautiful but also very scary. When his eyes fell on her, Suiko felt that the blood in her body was about to solidify.
Suiko carefully tugged on her father's sleeve, "Dad, are you worried?"
The father paused and said nothing.
The man looked dangerous, not an ordinary person.
Suiko pursed her lips, and after a long time she raised her head, looked into her father's eyes, and spoke boldly, "I don't think there's anything to worry about."
Women's intuition is always more accurate than men's in this regard.
The white-haired man's eyes when he looked at others were cold and emotionless, but when he looked at his sister, his eyes were as soft as clouds warmed by the sun.
"He seems to like his sister very much." Suiko said.
Father paused.
Suiko raised a smile, "Can I call her sister?"
The spring night is quiet and soft, and the chirping of night insects rises and falls.
"You have to ask her about that." My father's expression was soft, and there was moisture at the end of his eyes.
…
The door of the Japanese-style room was pulled open with a swipe, and was pulled shut with a swipe.
The half-drunk and half-awake cat pushed the person into the quilt, and his hot breath poured down his head.
The red hair is like a blooming flower, and the hair is flowing with melting light.
The soft pillow supported the back of his head, and the soft fabric made a rustling sound when rubbed. The wide collar slipped off his shoulders, and the skin exposed to the air felt another scorching temperature.
Yayoi raised his head, and the wall lamp embedded in the ceiling cast a soft and soft halo.
A dull pain came from his collarbone, and Yayoi couldn't help but curl up his toes in pain.
Yayoi lowered his head, and the big white cat raised its head, pouting with an unhappy look on its face.
Yayoi pushed the strands of hair away from his forehead and kissed his eyes.
Satoru Gojo was satisfied, but not so satisfied.
When his eyes fell on the red lips, his eyes darkened. The hands holding her waist couldn't help but use some strength to push her into the quilt and lift her up.
Yayoi couldn't help but tighten the fabric on his shoulders.
He lowered his head, moved closer to her lips and rubbed them, slowly and with deliberately suppressed eagerness.
The mottled tree shadows are reflected on the window, the world is quiet at night, and the night insects seem to have deliberately suppressed their chirping.
Yayoi was so dizzy from being kissed by him that she shed crystal tears at the end of her red eyes, and her head seemed to be filled with a ball of paste.
Satoru Gojo kissed her hair, her eyebrows, and her forehead. The hands holding the fabric on his shoulders continued to tighten, and a sob like crying escaped from his throat.
I couldn't hear the insects chirping at night, nor the rustling wind, and my consciousness was completely confused.
"Yayoi."
She vaguely heard someone calling her name, a low and hoarse voice.
Yayoi raised her eyes slightly, her amber eyes were sparkling with tears, and her cheeks were a beautiful blush. She opened her mouth and spit out a few monosyllables, but found that even her voice was hoarse.
"No divorce, no running away."
Satoru Gojo lowered his head and lightly bit her collarbone, tickling her soft hair.
Yayoi kissed his forehead and said in a hoarse voice, "No divorce."
"I will never...leave you." Yayoi said.
Satoru Gojo curved the corners of his lips, squeezed his slender fingers into Yayoi's fingers, bent and fastened them, and the two hands of different sizes were pressed tightly against each other.
…
I was tortured all night.
The troubled Satoru Gojo felt refreshed. When she woke up in the morning, her waist was sore.
On the second day after returning to the high school, Yayoi held his daughter in his arms and was confusedly turned into the car by Satoru Gojo. He watched in a confused way as Satoru Gojo drove the car into downtown Tokyo, and watched in a confused way as Satoru Gojo parked the car. field.
Satoru Gojo carried him out of the car with his daughter and his wife on one hand.
She was sitting in front of the mirror in a daze, while a group of people were busy painting her eyebrows, applying blush, and applying highlighter. Little Bai Mao was held in her arms by her father, and the father and daughter looked at her with bright eyes. , cheeks turned red.
She was pushed into the dressing room in a daze, and the two young ladies quickly took off her clothes and put on a white dress.
The shade of the trees outside the window is thick, the sunlight is shining brightly, and the skirt that touches the floor is as soft as white clouds.
A pair of hands wrapped around her waist.
Yayoi blinked.
Satoru Gojo pressed against her ear and spoke softly, "There is no wedding."
"But I really want to see you look like this." Gojo the cat purred.
Yayoi rolled his eyes, "Does it look good?"
Satoru Gojo kissed her eyebrows and said, "It's very beautiful."
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Let me think about what to write next.
I kind of want to write about the Nine Lamas. Recently, I think male vixens are a bit sweet hehehe (wiping saliva jpg.)
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