How to be a mother to Shanyi

The proprietress of Kyogokuya who slipped and fell to her death a few days ago is the partner of the owner of Kyogokuya. Although they can open such a shop that eats women in Huajie, the two of them are definitely not good people. Disappearances are ignored.

But most likely it was the oiran Warahime who went too far, eating up several potential newcomers bought by Kyogoku House one after another, which aroused strong dissatisfaction from the proprietress, or simply bystanders who had turned a blind eye in the past Suddenly remembering my conscience that has not been wiped out, I was moved with compassion, which led to this result.

——The proprietress of the Kyogoku House, on the day she was arguing with Warakohime Oiran, she "stumbled" and fell upstairs.

The person on my pillow who I have been with for many years died in a miserable state. The owner of Jingjiya naturally knew the reason and who did it. A few days before the death of the proprietress, she told him the story of Yoshiwara's "ghost oiran" in a vague way. What Ji Huakui fits, if the information can be revealed, it can even be justified to drive Wara Ji out of the Kyogoku House.

But fear has always strangled his throat—it is a ghost, killing his wife is like a wave, wouldn't it be as easy to kill him?This made him dare not even say a word of reprimand, and he didn't even have the courage to look at the gorgeous and compelling face of Fern Ji Huakui head-on, so he could only let her be arrogant and domineering in the store in a panic, treating all wandering girls as The rice grains running around in his own granary are at will, beaten and scolded at will.

Whether it's a heavy hand on the little girl who served her, or making no news of the beautiful and potential woman in the store, in Yoshihara, where the life of this kind of woman is like a mustard, as long as Waraji is still the moneymaker of Kyogokuya signboard, and he didn't plan to leave, so he wouldn't be blocked in any way.

Who can stop her?

This kind of evil ghost oiran, who is stained with countless evil spirits, has made him accompany the monster who has been sleeping with people for many years, can it be checked and balanced only by the existence of the same evil spirit?

The owner of Jingjiya was very afraid of death, and it was not until his wife's tragic death lingered in his heart that he was able to summon up the courage to do what he could not do, and made that insignificant confrontation. "Ji" treatment, unconventional mention is the same as Fern Ji Oiran.

The skin is also pale enough to not need to apply makeup, not like a living person, the face is also gorgeous like a ghost, and the personality is also arrogant and domineering, with spikes and thorns, and there is a murderous intent that a flower street woman should not have on her body—you can only look at it. Which one is better, Ghost Ji or Ghost Oiran?

……

This subtle effort made by the owner of Kyogokuya seems to be very effective, because Warahime Oiran is not interested in the boss who dares not look directly at her, so she still plans to stay in this shop, and it would be fine to change the boss casually. Trouble, it's better to let this guy continue to live so tremblingly, so that she can meet the woman who has the guts to call herself "Ghost Ji".

Anyway, if it is a human, it will be eaten, if it is a ghost, it will be cleaned up, and it will be thrown into the sun after dawn. At most, Master Wu Mi randomly picked up the new chorus who didn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth, and she would not be blamed for killing one at will.

And as for when to meet the guy who has the guts to call himself "Ghost Princess" in front of her...

The beautiful and charming oiran looked at the tightly closed window and frowned.

——The daytime is really disgusting to her, and the belt that was distributed has to go to Ogimoto House to clean up the woman who tried to pass the news to the outside. Anyway, she is also in Kyogoku House, and the woman will not run away.

Simply wait until night, if that guy is really a ghost, you can stretch your muscles and bones, and cut it into dozens of pieces for entertainment.

The "participant" who was worried about on the other side didn't know for the time being that he had avoided a speedway that quickly touched the bottom, and Yue Yue lay indifferently in his quilt, listening to the trash two meters away who had nothing to say. The broken thoughts, the mood jumps from side to side in "irritability" and "too lazy".

"Brother, why is your hair still so long after removing your makeup? Do you have any tricks to grow hair quickly? Last time I lost a lot of hair in the spider mountain, I don't know if it all grows back... ..."

Yan Yue: "Fake."

——Ah, so annoying, why is this trash so energetic, can he still sleep?

"Hey? Can even hair be fake?!"

The golden waste immediately made a fuss: "It's strange! But I feel that my brother's hair looks very natural, and how to fix the fake hair on the head, stick it with glue one by one?"

"none of your business."

——The hair is fake, the face is painted, and the breasts are extruded. Isn't this something that can be seen at a glance?What do you ask if you have nothing to say?How long is this trash going to quarrel with him?

——Ah, I kind of want to hit someone.

"Why is there such an attitude that you don't want to talk to me again? It's too much. It's clear that even my relatives allowed it before, but now I'm going to be stared at even getting closer..."

Another sound of aggrieved and aggrieved sounded from another quilt. Hearing the veins on his forehead twitching, he finally couldn't hold it back, and said in a cold voice:

"I've been arguing here and there for a long time, wasting my time, do you want to get beaten up? You think someone is as stupid as you, and you can't tell that you have nothing to say. What do you want to ask?"

"..."

The other end was finally silent for a while after being punctured, and then there was a "swish" sound, as if someone shrank into the quilt in shame, and finally mustered up the courage to come out from under the quilt. muffled murmur:

"Because, because I really want to be closer to my brother... I really want to sleep closer..."

"—sleeping closer?"

Can't hear the happy and angry reply.

"I really want to sleep with my brother! I've kissed you before, so it's normal to sleep together? Is it normal? I don't do weird things. I really want to do it, but I'm afraid of being beaten..."

It is clear that I have also asked before, but the senior brother said that it is all right to ask!In the end, the quilt was laid when he went to fetch water. The point is that the two quilts are so far apart. Now not only is the desire to sleep in the same quilt gone, but the beds can’t even be next to each other. There are cold and heartless people around him. The air... woo woo woo, he really missed the soft and warm embrace of his senior brother.

The ending tone of 嗫呵 fell along with the depressed mood, and my wife Shanyi finally asked the sentence he had wanted to ask for a long time in a super low voice:

"...Can I sleep with my brother?"

I really want to hug, the brother hasn't done this for a long time, now as soon as I close my eyes, I feel a familiar white and soft scene shaking in front of my eyes, shaking so much that he can't sleep, his eyes are very greedy, and the object of desire is clearly in front of him. Miwai was lying down, but after kissing him once before, he was so indifferent as if there was no special relationship. He was in a businesslike state. He could even sleep together before, but now he hides so far away for no reason... …

When he was kissing before, he had a very ordinary feeling of kissing, so he really wanted to continue. If it wasn't for the senior brother who quickly gave him a knife in the ribs, he might have put him to sleep on the spot... ...Although he wants to sleep very much now, it's better to say that as long as he doesn't sleep well for a day, he will look forward to it all the time.

I don't know where the courage came from. After the senior brother on the other end fell into a brief silence for no reason, my wife Shanyi repeated the question again without fear of death:

"is it okay?"

Yan Yue: "..."

——Looks like this piece of trash wants to be beaten.

Although it is true that he does not agree with doing this or that during the mission, he has never had such a toothache worry. He spreads the bedding in a very simple way. Because of obsessive-compulsive disorder, he spreads it in a symmetrical position. .

Is this trash's head full of yellow trash and obsessions? Why can everything be distorted to that side?Is this what happens to a 16-year-old bastard who can't drive meat?

How should I put it, because I was so stupid and outrageous, I felt a little pathetic.

Thinking of this, Huang Yue sighed silently, and rarely cursed back. Instead, he turned around from lying flat, facing the useless junior who turned over and sat up, he unhurriedly lifted a corner of the quilt, with a tone of voice Uncommonly calm, the turquoise pupils flashed a stream of light in the darkness, and said slowly:

"It's annoying - it's not impossible, so give you a chance to sleep with me?"

……

Want to sleep together?

In the same room, lying on the quilt, the senior brother who lifted the quilt as if inviting him, the crow-black long hair (although it is fake) scattered on the white quilt and pillow, looked completely unaware of his appearance. What a bloody senior brother, he turned sideways and asked him if he wanted to sleep together.

——Does that need to be said? ! !

In an instant, spring returned to the earth and the flowers bloomed. My wife Shanyi felt that the empty room was full of fragrant flowers. What she heard in her ears was not so much that he pinched her nose to agree with him, but it was more attractive. Some kind of invitation from her—at a time like this, a man must never say no!

"want!"

My wife Shanyi immediately shouted decisively, and decisively abandoned her cold quilt, and turned into a yellow shadow without hesitation and rushed over, the movement was quick and neat, and a sliding shovel got into the quilt that he had been thinking about day and night , and then hugged her muscular waist and abdomen without hesitation, and stuck her whole body firmly against it.

So fragrant, so slippery, so warm, woo woo woo, it feels great too, right?

What's this?It's consent, it's permission, it's a ray of hope, what can't be done when we're all in the same bed?

My wife Shanyi, you are almost sleeping with your wife!

Shamelessly, the arms around the other's waist began to move around again, following the smooth line of the waist, and started to run around. Huang Yue was already prepared to grab the two dishonest hands, and then held one of them with a cold face. With only one finger, he snapped back mercilessly.

Amidst the screams like killing a pig, Yan Yue sneered: "I knew it."

This piece of trash has never known how to stop in this regard. Allowing you to sleep is only allowing you to sleep, but not allowing him to sleep. Isn't it purely waiting to be beaten if your hands and feet are dishonest?

Do you still dare to touch your hands and feet, is it itchy?