3 shaku

"I have lived in such a place for 12 years. I have heard even the most embarrassing things. What are you hearing now?" Nan Sang lay on Xia Yubing's body, her eyes watered, and she smiled lightly. .

If she hadn't discovered that Xia Yubing cared more about those gossips than she had imagined, and was even more sad than her, she would not have chosen to open her wounds and look back at her helpless and incompetent self back then.

Outside the window, the rain is dredging and the wind is blowing.

Xia Yubing hugged Nan Sang tightly, even though their skin was touching, she still felt the bone-chilling cold, she whispered in her ear: "Nan Sang, it's their fault, they don't understand your goodness, I understand."

"You are a priceless treasure that cannot be exchanged for a thousand pieces of gold."

"I like……"

"Hush—" the sound of the rain became quieter, Nan Sang got up a little bit, and pressed her fingertips against her lips, Xia Yubing blinked several times in surprise.

Nan Sang lifted her hair, she lowered her head, her long eyelashes trembling, Xia Yubing suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes, and a moist and hot kiss fell on her lips.

For a moment, Nan Sang turned away, and said "heh" with an unclear expression. She was about to flip down, "Nan Sang," Xia Yubing reacted, palmed her face back, and looked at her: "Don't run away."

How could she act as if nothing happened after she took the initiative to kiss her.

Nan Sang lowered her eyes, mist filled her amorous peach eyes, "I didn't escape."

"I like you." Xia Yubing stroked her lips, feeling impatient.

Nan Sang kissed her softly on her fingertips: "Sister." She suddenly bit Xia Yubing's finger, then let go of her teeth, and lowered her voice: "What... what do you want?"

Xia Yubing was burned by her "sister", she hugged Nan Sang tightly, her eyes were hot and stubborn: "I want you to be mine, only belong to me."

Nan Sang smiled charmingly: "I have always belonged to you, my sister."

……

Kiss, finger interlocking, skin to skin.

"Sister... slow down."

"I will hurt."

The soft moans of the people below gradually aroused Hong Xia Yubing's eyes and burned her face red.

After that night, the soft whispers that lingered between the beds in the middle of the night became their tacit secret.

Xia Yuan found out about their relationship during their military training in the first semester of high school.

A friend of Xia Yan'er is going on a trip abroad, and asks her to take care of her cat for a few days. The cat is petted by her friend and is very mischievous. When she is not paying attention, the cat sneaks into Xia Yubing's studio.

Usually she would not enter Xia Yubing's studio, so Xia Yubing didn't lock the door either. Xia Yan'an was worried that the cat would scratch Xia Yubing's painting, so she opened the door and went in to find the cat.

The studio was a mess.

Paints were spilled on the canvas, brushes and easels were piled up in a mess, and drawing paper was scattered all over the floor. The owner of the studio left in a hurry and hadn't had time to tidy them up.

It seems that there has been a fierce "fight" here.

Xia Yao frowned, and continued to walk inside. Soon, she saw the girl on the easel, with charming and affectionate peach eyes, a large area of ​​naked white skin, and the inscription on the lower right corner: Xia Yubing.

She froze for a moment, trying to figure out the relationship between Xia Yubing and Nan Sang, and even guessed something ambiguous that might have happened in this studio.

The domesticated Xiaobaicai and the adopted Xiaojiaohua saw each other, Xia Yan'an found the cat with a complicated mood, picked out a few less lustful paintings, and carried them out of the studio together.

The author has something to say: "I am yours, I only belong to you."