Chapter 9

There is a moon tonight, slightly rectangular.

The moon, like a white lotus seed, emits a halo around it.

People stand here, standing in the lights and shadows, and cannot see the moonlight.

I saw Zhao Qinglu's arms bathing in the moonlight, which seemed particularly white. She was only wearing a white shirt and blue trousers, and she looked very pure. In fact, she was intentional. She felt that it seemed even more unsuitable if she came with makeup and dress.

When his sister Zhao Qing came with a big bag and a small bag, Zhao Li and Wang Xiangzhong were playing on the bed, leaving a pair of daughters downstairs playing by themselves.

Wang Xiangzhong, who had dinner at her house, was lying tired on her bed. Zhao Li moved a short stool and sat by the bed. She took out all his penis and put it in her palm to play with it. She watched the thing grow bigger in her hand, and her whole body is shiny and swelling, and her lust is eager to try to hook it out again.

As soon as she was a new widow, she followed her former lover and went crazy for several times. That day, Zhao Li wore a filial piety and sent a black coffin carried by four people out. She repeatedly pressed her face against the cold coffin board and rubbed the half-dried seal with her loose hair.

At night, Wang Xiangzhong stayed here. They enjoyed the joy of fish and water. Zhao Li's desire that had accumulated for a long time was finally exaggerated.

The eldest daughter's shouting from the bottom of the building scared her and got up and saw that the small stool that had just been sitting was already wet and covered with water stains.

Zhao Li was in a hurry. She broke her hair off first, rubbed it like a chicken coop, then picked up a cold towel, wiped off the powder from her face, took off her pajamas, and lay down in the quilt.

Instead, Wang Xiangzhong got up and said to Zhao Qing: Your sister is not very comfortable, you go and have a look.

After entering the room, Zhao Qing saw Zhao Li's hair was messy, her face was white, her eyes were swollen, her head was raised, and her pointed chin stretched forward with her strength.

Zhao Qing has graduated from the health school and is a nurse at the central hospital.

He tentatively touched her forehead. Seeing that it was okay, he told her to take some medicine and retreated.

At this time, Zhao Li heard that it seemed that Xue Sen had come from below. Since the funeral, he often came over and did not stare at Wang Xiangzhong. He seemed to be a completely outsider and had nothing to do with her.

She had no right to be jealous at all. She knew that Xuesen fell in love with her sister because of her, because Zhao Qing was a bit like her, and he was still chasing a shadow there.

Xuesen is both familiar and unfamiliar with this cousin from afar. What she is familiar with is her childhood. Now she has become a graceful girl and really makes him feel unfamiliar.

On the night when her brother-in-law came out of the coffin, Xuesen secretly asked her to watch a movie. They were having dinner at Zhao Li's house that day. Xuesen looked at her and saw her alone in the back patio. The weather was too hot and the porridge was too hot. She tugged her lips and whispered, and her eyebrows were frowning. I don't know if she felt sorry for her lips or the snow-white porridge.

Xuesen said to her: Our factory has issued a movie ticket. Let’s go and watch it together at 7 o’clock.

Zhao Qing looked panicked, her soft and trembling eyes were filled with hesitation, but he finally nodded to Xuesen.

There is a big moon on the patio that is about to sink. Behind this pair of black buildings, the moon is so big, just like a face-to-face meeting on a narrow road, a chaotic red and yellow round face, waiting for her here is the sun of the doomsday.

Xuesen told her where she was waiting, and then Xuesen hurriedly rode her bike away. During those days, he always ran around and did errands, and no one cared about it. Even Xuehui just watched him go out and didn't ask anything.

The heat in the street is gradually fading away. The pavement, which was grungy by the scorching sun for an afternoon, was like the face of an old woman who had just come out of the beauty salon, temporarily regained its smooth luster.

The movie has already started, and I saw her walking in a slight way. When Xuesen saw her sweating all over, Zhao Qing also wiped her face with a handkerchief. Her temples were originally very long. With a handkerchief, two strands of hair stuck to her cheeks, curved to the bottom, and even more and more chubby oval face was drawn.

At that time, the men and women who had just dated always had to go in until the opening. The movie was dark and would not be seen.The two of them were touching each other, rubbing each other step by step.

The two found their seats and sat down next to each other. The loud music whirled over, and there was a kind of dark and lively atmosphere.

Xuesen hugged her arms, and her elbow bent against the outer edge of the plump hemisphere of her breasts.

This is his habitual skill. He sat upright on the surface, but was secretly eroding his bones and souls, and bursts of numbness came.

Zhao Qing stared at his face, gray and very familiar.

Xue Sen also looked at her and stretched out toward the front seats as if signing. Zhao Qing saw that the men and women had already hugged each other, and her face was rubbing and kissing her, and her face couldn't help but turn red. Fortunately, no one could see clearly in the darkness.

Then, a palm rested on her thigh. She was stunned and tried her best to do it generously. She did not say anything for a long time, pretending not to feel it. Later, he slowly rubbed her legs and walked around to the top of her thigh with a thrust. Although it was through her pants, she became nervous, closed her hair, and took the opportunity to hold the hand when she put it down.

The woman in the front row was lying on the ground at this time. Zhao Qing thought that something had fallen, so she bent down to look at the ground. When she understood, her heart became hot.

The man seemed to be unable to control himself, and his head was shaking back and forth, blocking Zhao Qing, forcing her to shake as well.

Xuesen hugged her at this time and kissed her face. She pressed one hand against his shoulder and instinctively resisted, although she had no intention of really resisting.

He hugged her tighter, as if there were many hands up and down.

Zhao Qing thought that he was a little happy and a little shy when he looked now, surrounded by a layer of rose-colored fog.

She sat there, very close to Xuesen standing. At this moment, he seemed to stand on the edge of a beautiful deep pool, feeling a little palpitations, and at the same time he felt waves of ripples in his heart.

She must have felt the same way, because she could see a little blush on her face under the light.

Xuesen stroked her naked arms with both hands, perhaps tentatively, and then put her face up and kissed her cheek.

Her pink is very fragrant and she doesn't resist. She lets him be arrogant and just whispers: Don't do this, what's the point? I'll show it to people.

Xuesen said: I saw it when I saw it, it doesn’t matter now.

Why doesn't matter now? Xue Sen didn't explain it clearly, and Zhao Qing didn't have to tell him.She just turned around and looked at him shyly, and the two of them were determined.

After the two watched the movie that night, Zhao Qing's heart seemed to have lost her soul. She kept a fresh memory of the night with Xuesen.

For him with black hair like wind, she felt a sense of distress and confusion, which was difficult to drive away, surrounding her entire senses, soft and lingering.

Every day, she would run to her sister's house in addition to going to the hospital to work. Her reasons were also very sufficient and irresistible. Her sister, who was accompanying her new widow, would not make her lonely, so she would pack up and change her clothes with confidence and live in Zhao Li's house.

She didn't dare to go directly to Xuesen's house so boldly. In this way, Zhao Li's house was like the place where the couple had a tryst.

Zhao Li knows the feelings between men and women as much as her age. A young girl at the age of Zhao Qing, especially her sister who has an obedient and independent personality, is more likely to develop an urgent desire from girls to women. The symbols of women include sexual maturity and sexual experience.

She had completely rejected Xuesen's several ambiguous teasings. Although the man always made her so excited that she could not control herself in bed, her current situation as an orphan and widowed mother made her consider more about how to please Wang Xiangzhong. She did not want to anger the God of Wealth for the sake of temporary joy.

Xuehui rode her bike back home from the opera school. The piles of houses looked taller and brighter and more beautiful under the moonlight, and their short walls became more eye-catching in the darkness.

In the alley, I saw Zhao Li's house lights on the bright lights. The window was in the reflection on the dark glass window. A faint white blurred scene floated on the chestnut glass. There was a face, a voice, and the noisy laughter and laughter rushed straight towards him like a gate opened. When he entered the house, he disappeared. When he knew that he had arrived at Zhao Li again, he gritted his teeth and hated him.

She didn't care about sweat all over her body and wanted to go there, but when she arrived at the door, she gave up the idea and just stayed behind the door, staring straight at the opposite side through the crack of the door. The hot darkness wrapped her velvet blanket like grape purple.

I was sweating all over my body, itchy, and the hair tips on my neck and spine were also pricked.

The door opposite opened, and a person came out. Xuehui looked at the man carefully again, and her heart was so scared that she was thumping. Xuesen was not so bloated. It turned out that the two of them snuggled together, and at a high speed, they looked like one person.

Her heart hurts with all her heart, tears flowing down her face, and she quickly fled to her house.

That night, Xuehui hit him and Zhao Qing and hugged him together. Her heart was so jealous that she felt like she was hiding around by countless bugs, like she was bitten by countless rats, like she was clenched by an invisible big hand.

She no longer paid attention to Xuesen, obviously she was angry.

Over the past few days, the brother and sister have had their own meals silently, and they don’t even say anything.

That afternoon Xue Sen saw her drawing water at the well platform, and her weak and thin body was very difficult. She hurriedly walked forward, with her hands in hand to help her lift the bucket. Xuehui was still very disgusted with him and said with a wide eyebrow: I don’t need water anymore, and I don’t want you to help.

Xue Sen's face filled with smiles and said: Good sister, don't be so stingy.

Xuehui spat at him and said: Don’t smile at me, just smile and look for that little fairy.

He was bored and a fire of namelessness suddenly rose in his heart.

Then she walked over to her and wanted to hug her, but she knew that she pushed her hand, put down another empty bucket, and bowed down to draw. Xuesen wanted to help her again, but lowered her head and fixed her eyes on her collar. She vaguely saw her white and tender breasts, swaying left and right, making him excited to see, and reached out to explore.

Xuehui was electrocuted and jumped. When she put her hands on her, a wooden barrel fell straight into the well. She became furious for a moment and waved her hand to sweep her towards his face, so Xue Sen grabbed her and hugged her in his arms as she followed the trend.

Xuesen hugged her waist, then put her mouth on her face and kissed her.

She protected her chest with both hands and refused to obey.

He used brute force to drag her whole body to the ground, and hit her straight in the butt with one hand. She combed her legs tightly and danced in the air with her hands. But after all, she was a woman, how could she resist his strength? Xue Sen pulled her shirt off and her pair of plump breasts came out leisurely.

Xuehui was busy hudging her hands to cover her breasts, but she didn't prevent her pants from being pulled off, and the bulging and slits of flesh were also exposed.

Xuehui's glaring eyes made her look different, so Xuesen hugged her and kissed her several times in the face.

Her resentment had not stopped, and her face was still covered with clouds.

Unfortunately, the thing under him was standing up and pressing tightly against the low abdomen. She deliberately broke free from her body, but instead hugged his neck tightly, and then stuck out her tongue, and prepared for several rounds.

Xuesen had already placed her entire body horizontally on the edge of the well, and she couldn't control herself, so she stretched her hands into his crotch. At this time, his body was still pressing against her, so how could she pull it?

Xue Sen stretched out her tongue and licked her lower body, feeling that it was still dry and there was not a drop of vaginal fluid.

He spread her legs apart and smacked her wide and fat place.

After a while, Xuehui's waist swayed and her butt was swaying. Suddenly, a warm feeling between her legs and a stream of vaginal fluid flowed out.

The top of the place made his tongue touch it, and a small piece of cockscomb-like object, which looked like bones and flesh, floated delicately.

Xuesen sucked her teeth lightly, and Xuehui's butt was pulled away, and the object immediately retracted. As he sucked and scraped back and forth, the object appeared again. As she stretched and shrank, she was already lustful. He reached into a finger and slowly dug the petals.

Xuesen stood up and held the thing firmly, looking at her place to facilitate the thorn. He heard a crisp sound, and the whole thing disappeared. He turned up and down, rolling her around.

Drill up and down, stretching and shrinking, like fish water.

Xuehui stood up and kept greeting her, lifting her fat buttocks high, and she shouted happily.

Xuehui took advantage of the breathing space and said: The well is so stiff, and it is getting me busy.

Xuesen also felt that she couldn't enjoy it here, so she pressed the thing tightly against her place and let go of her hand. Xuehui immediately stood up, shook her body and hooked his neck, and the place below was tightly wrapped around.

Xuesen picked up her butt, swayed up and down, and walked towards the wing room inside the door step by step, and then spread her to the edge of the bed.

At this time, Xuehui's face was flushed, her starry eyes spread slightly, her head was shaking like a rattle, and her two nests of crisp breasts were swaying. Seeing Xuesen couldn't help but bend down, sucking her nipples in her mouth, smacking the sound of stains.

After teasing this, Xuehui became short of breath and dry throat and kept moaning.

Xue Sen knew that she had experienced the taste, and the half of the thing hidden in her was turbulent like a snake spitting a letter.

She swayed her waist and puffed her legs, and the edge of the bed was already soaked.

A tongue sucked and spitted, stirring it back and forth in his mouth several times, flowing all over his cheeks, and the vaginal fluid below became more abundant and unrestrained.

He thrust hard from time to time, and he thrust hard, and he was getting tighter and tighter.

Sometimes, I take it lightly and send it slowly, and use my best gentle means.

Xuehui was already so delicate that she was singing gentlely, and sweat was flowing all over her body. She still pulled up her fat white butt and rose up to meet her.

Suddenly he heard Xuehui screaming with a wolf howling: Brother, I can't do it anymore.

A stream of hot vaginal fluid ejaculated out from the depths, and his glans shook violently, and he blew and burst into pieces, and he also bleeded with excretion.

Xuehui was in a hurry to pull out the thing, leaned over and took it in one bite.

Xuesen's semen ejaculated and sprayed down her throat.

He couldn't help but say: That semen is what my sister wants below, but you turned it back into the mouth above.

Xuehui was choked by the semen, and she couldn't speak.After a while, he spit out the thing and said: I can’t tell the taste below. I swallowed it in my mouth and realized the taste of a man.

Due to Xuehui, Xuesen did not dare to run to the opposite side boldly.He could only wait patiently to allow Zhao Qing to work on night shift and go to the hospital.

The hospital at night has lost the noise during the day, and the outpatient building has quietly swallowed up darkness, only the corridor leading to the emergency room is still on.

Occasionally, a nurse walked through the silhouette with her medicine plate. Xuesen had a dignified respect for these angels in white since she was a child. He kept staring at the female nurse's slender thighs and towering breasts, fantasizing about how to remove the white clothes and let her white body be visible at a glance, and then he played with her as he pleased.

Xuesen found Zhao Qing in an office with lights on. He looked in the window and saw that she was tilting her face, her mouth slightly open, and she gently tapped her small, white front teeth with a pencil.

The silhouette of her face had extremely fluent lines, especially her childish short nose.

The bright and slightly oily sweaty on her nose made her look more like a wet bronze statue in a fountain.

She found Xue Sen and hurriedly came out. The little white hat on her head covered her black hair, revealing only her smooth forehead, making Xue Sen feel unfamiliar. What is familiar is her big eyes slightly floating, showing surprise. Then she smiled, her eyes narrowed, a little enchanting.

She had a flexible body, but now she was wearing a wide nurse's uniform, with her hands in her pockets, stretching the coat straight and unable to see her figure.

Why are you here?It is hard to hide the joy in the voice in your voice.

Xuesen said naively: If your legs are broken, apply some medicine.

Indeed, his legs were touched by the bicycle just now. She rolled up Xuesen's trouser legs and looked at it, turned around and went to the inner room to take out gauze and medicinal cotton.

She asked Xuesen to sit in her seat just now, squinted her eyes and looked at him, pursed her plump mouth, and walked to him with a smile.

He lifted up his skirt, squatted down gently, and gently lifted his legs from the sofa.

Yes, it is to praise, not to move.

With such a handful, she hugged the leg in her arms.

He could definitely feel his legs snuggling against the plumpest and most elastic place on a woman's chest.

Xuesen lowered her head and saw her squatting down, the two crystal white thighs appeared in her skirt, until the red underwear at the top. A warm current spread through his heart, and the legs couldn't help but move, pressing against her plump breasts.

Zhao Qing seemed to be very helpful, hugging his feet tighter, and placing one body on his thighs. He felt the warmth and softness of his neck. When he felt the warmth in his heart, he hugged him tighter.

He kissed her first, first on her neck, then on her face, her forehead, her nose, and her mouth.

The two mouths bit each other and sucked hard.

The more she kissed, the harder she tried, and lay on Xuesen's body and twisted.

Her hat had fallen and her black hair had spread out, sometimes covering her eyes that made her sweep away with her hands from time to time.

Xuesen hugged her, and strode to the hospital bed behind her, pounding her horizontally on it, but her hands were not idle, and she stopped her with her hands, and she couldn't do this.

Don't you want to?After saying that, he pulled off her pants hard.

Zhao Qing hurriedly blocked, but he had no choice but to pull half of his shorts away with his strength.

Xuesen reached between her legs. She was so anxious that she covered her slender palms with her mouth and said: No, I'm not a casual person.

Then I'm not Ah either.

Without waiting for her to answer, she moved her hand away and touched her right place.

I just felt that there was a slit in her furry place, and the flesh was tender and tender and particularly interesting. I reached into my fingers and it was extremely warm. If I wanted to get deeper, she would have already clamped her legs together.

Xuesen pulled her hand back and stroked her lotus petals. She saw that the stem was sparse. After pulling it, she shrank her butt back, and Xuexue in her mouth felt pain.

The legs kicked and kicked, and the butt swayed. A trickle of water flowed out from that place, and it was even more tangled and salivating.

At this time, she shouted in a dumb voice: I can give it to you, but you must marry me.

Xue Sen agreed, took off her clothes and shook the hard thing as hard as iron.

She opened a gap in her eyes, stretched out her hand to pinch it, and whined: How can you bear this?

He said: Don’t be afraid, do women like big ones?

Xue Sentuan sat on the bed, hugged Zhao Qing's body tightly, then opened her legs, picked her up and sat between her crotch, and the thing reached her. She hurriedly reached out and pulled it: Don't be so rude, I want you to give it to me slowly.

When he heard this, he hugged her whole body, hugged her neck, stuck out his tongue, kissed her a few times, and then kissed her cheeks until her chest. Her breasts were not big, pointed and hard, and looked like a mouse head poked out of a hole in the ground.

Compared with her breasts, her sister Zhao Li's breasts are big and straight, and her dark brown nipples are big and thick, and they stand up with a slight touch.

Xuesen stroked her breasts with her hands, and then sucked on her red bean-like nipples with her tongue.

She was itchy and giggled and screamed, and she also kidnapped his thing with her hands and rubbed it.

Just as he was still lying in her breasts, she leaned back, Xuesen pushed her down, covered her body, down her breasts, until she was flat.

Her legs had already spread out like scissors, and she opened her red, tightly clasped, loved by thousands of people, and loved by thousands of people. He hurriedly stuck out his tongue and licked it loudly.

She said: It's so itchy there, you can go in a little more.

Xuesen spitted her entire tongue, then helped her finger and hit her directly.

She was immediately extremely beautiful and cheerful, and she gradually screamed and moaned.

Legs are raised high.

He was ecstatic and remembered the fleshy stems of the woman that Sister Li mentioned. He stripped her with his hands, sucked her gently with his tongue, and saw an object that looked like bones but not bones, but not flesh, which was lightly sucked and sniffed her teeth, and the object that looked like a cockscomb stretched and contracted, which was very interesting.

With this kind of fiddling, Zhao Qing was already limp and trembling. The vaginal fluid was flooded in that place, and the sheets on the hospital bed were already wet.

Xue Sen saw that it was almost the same, and his thing rubbed harder in her hands, as hard as a wine glass.

He stood up, stood up, and sent it to Zhao Qing's thighs that had been pried apart. He tried a little harder toward her fat and tender place, and had buried it in one section.

She shouted: It's so good, come back.

He then raised his body again, and she shouted again. He was about to increase his strength, and it was as if he was unable to enter through a layer.

He found that the girl under him was still a virgin before that moment. He looked indescribable shock, touching, or panic. At this time, Zhao Qing opened his slender hand and rubbed his two eggs: I don’t dare to work hard anymore, I feel a little hurt.

Not afraid, girls have to go through this time.

Xuesen said.

She asked her to turn over, kneel apart, raise her butt high, and that place suddenly rose, the lotus petals turned and exposed, and the vaginal fluid overflowed.

But he knelt behind her, stroked his own thing, and inserted it into her with a sound.

Her butt swayed like a fan, and most of the thing entered, but she screamed, her eyes turned pale, and her whole body fell to the bed dejectedly.

Xue Sen's heartbeat was so scared that the thing shrank suddenly and fell out of her place.

He stroked her lovely place, which was smooth and greasy, spreading his palms out, and he was a little fishy red.

I thought to myself, I only knew that her sister was playing with men very casually, and I never thought that she would protect her virginity so much.

After a while, Zhao Qing calmed down and stretched his slender fingers to that place, screaming in his mouth: But Pity has just suffered a severe blow, why is itchy again now?

Before she finished speaking, Xuesen slowly inserted the thing into it again. Before the thing could get to the end, she had already raised her butt to fit her together. He held her waist with both hands and pushed her hard. For a moment, her vaginal fluid sounded and the hospital bed shook continuously.

The two of them were swinging wildly. Her lower body was wet with the vaginal fluid, and she lifted her butt up high. He took a piece of clothing, and no matter what it was, he tried to wipe it clean for her.

After this distraction, the other end was slower, and she was screaming.

He jumped out of bed, put her legs on his shoulders on the edge of the bed, and thrust his waist hard, dancing the thing so loudly that the wind and water sounded. Her heart was as bright as a fire, and she screamed: I can't do it anymore.

Xuesen then pressed the thing against her, and suddenly a squeezing inside, and a heat flow surged out.

He couldn't control himself either, so he sucked wildly, and the thing trembled and then burst out.

After a burst of passion in full swing, both of them were amazed by the fanaticism just now. Fortunately, it was late at night, and no one rushed in the duty room.

Zhao Qing found that what he had just urgently put under her butt was a nurse's suit, with blood soaked on it, as gorgeous as the plum blossoms in the cold sky, so he put it in his arms and told Xue Sen to wait for her to change her clothes.

Zhao Qing put on his clothes and tried to walk two steps to stay away from him. His walking posture was strange and twisted, like a folding fan with a broken end, all of which was because of a secret wound between his legs.

Xuesen didn't feel her sanity, and hugged her tightly in the empty place.

On this blue and bright night, the earth felt very happy like them. It fully enjoyed the coolness and tranquility. Xuesen drove Zhao Qing back to Zhao Li's doorstep on the back of the bicycle. They hugged and kissed frantically, and were inseparable from their feelings.

The night was filled with strange and gentle sounds, and the glass-like trembling sounds of crickets sounded among the green leaves of the vines. The leaves were sighing and whispering. The blooming fragrance of flowers exuded a sweet fragrance like honey, which made people intoxicated.

Xuehui raises a lotus bird. When the bird calls, she always says she is calling her, so she tiptoes and looks up at the bird cage.

Her clean and smooth face looks very much like an adult, but she looks very childish at this time.

His big eyes looked at the bird in the cage, and his eyes were white and blue, as if he was looking into the deep blue sky.

When Zhao Qing arrived at their house, they had just finished dinner. Zhao Qing was surprised to find that Xuehui was dressed very frivolously at home. Although it was the scorching June, Xuehui was just a collarless and sleeveless jacket, with only underwear on her lower body, and that kind of triangle pink underwear.

Xuehui is only one year younger than her, and her body gradually becomes plump. The color on her face is red and white, as if it is coated with powder, which is particularly bright.

She showed unexpected indifference to Zhao Qing, her never-ending cousin, which made Xuesen feel embarrassed.

The two women seemed to have crossbows and arrows hidden in their eyebrows, and they were fighting back and forth in a lively manner.

Originally, Xuehui had to go to the troupe after dinner. At that time, their troupe had performances every night, and she was already one of the most famous actors in the troupe.

However, she followed them to the living room, and was close to Xuesen, which made Xuesen feel anxious and at a loss.

Xuehui even touched his body to get the magazine on the other end of the sofa. Her body was on his left and the magazine on his right. She couldn't stand the slight slipping and the person pressed on him. She was wearing a tight jacket and no bra. She seemed to have two little squirrels in her chest, rubbing heavily on his knees.

Zhao Qing knew that Xuehui intended to show the intimacy between her brother and sister in front of her. Seeing these little movements, a spasm of hatred immediately appeared on her face. She could feel the muscles under her eyes pulling up and wrinkling.

Xuesen didn't know what to do, but just let the sweat beads on her forehead slide down one by one.

Just like this, the three of them held each other coldly, but Zhao Qing couldn't control himself and stood up and took his leave.

She returned to Zhao Li's house disheartenedly and looked around in the corridor on the second floor. After a while, Xuesen pushed out the bicycle. Xuehui sat behind the bicycle, hugged his waist, and as the bicycle bumped, she was shocked and laughed sharply from time to time.

Huge despair floated in front of Zhao Qing's eyes like a layer of fog.

Xuesen rode on the bicycle and slowly passed through the alley. Xuehui, who was sitting behind the bike, hugged his waist tightly and rested her head on his back.

She gently pounded his back with her fist as the bike was smooth.

Behind Zhao Qing is a high wall with wet lime peeling. An unknown grass grows from the cracks in the wall, and a yellow flower trembling slightly in the wind.

A wasp flapping its wings and resting on the yellow flowers of the grass. She stretched out her hand and grabbed it, slowly pinching the wasp to death.

The wasp obviously stung her hard, and she shivered.

In her ears, she always recalled Xuehui's surprise and her princess laughter.

I can't stop the tears.

Some secret place in her body, there was a newly added wound from Xuesen. The place was still in pain, bleeding, and dying in a drowsy manner.