What did you draw on my face?
Seeing that Fujiwara Kiyohime was staring at him, he thought he was looking at the graffiti on his face, and he couldn't help but feel curious and planned to go to the dressing table in front to look in the mirror, but as soon as he got up, he was held by his shy hands. Where are you going?
I went in front and looked in the mirror to see what you drew on my face.
Kiyohime Fujiwara panicked when she heard this. When Haruka Yuki looked in the mirror, he knew that he was lying to him. He immediately said: You... don't go and see if it's okay.
Why?Yukiya Haruka touched his face in confusion and began to suspect that Fujiwara Kiyohime didn't graffiti on his face at all.
Kiyohime Fujiwara was afraid that Yukiyora would see it, so she pretended to be cold and ferocious and said: I told you not to go, just don’t go!
I was afraid that Xue Daiyao would misunderstand him, so I quickly softened his voice: I painted a bit ugly, you are not allowed to see it.
Yukiyo Haruka only thought Miss II looked very cute, and guessed that Kiyohime Fujiwara was fooling him, so he deliberately teased her and said: How ugly is it?
Very ugly!When Fujiwara Kiyohime saw Yukiyo Haruka, her face suddenly became hot, and she was as ugly as you.
Then I have to go and have a look.
Yukiya Haruka said he wanted to stand up. Fujiwara Kiyohime immediately stood up in panic and pulled him away, whispering: I'll call you brother, okay? Just sit down and don't look in the mirror again.
Seeing her eyes glimpsing, her face was blushing and very cute, she couldn't help but feel pity and slowly sat down. Okay, I'll sit down.
Kiyohime Fujiwara also sat down, moving her butt restlessly on the sheet. After a while, she said: Actually, you are not that ugly either.
Xue Daiyao thought she was going to say something that had been brewing for so long, but she didn't expect to be talking about this, so she couldn't help but laugh. This shows that you are doing well in the second lady.
Kiyohito Fujiwara heard the little deer in her chest, but the name of the second lady made her dilute the joy, giving birth to a faint diaphragm.
She originally wanted to tell Xue Daiyao directly that she was blaming him, but this obscene name made her feel depressed and said: What second lady, I am your sister!
Yukiyo Haruka was stunned. He was personally accustomed to polite words, but he never thought that Fujiwara Kiyohime reacted so much.
Fujiwara Kiyohime stared at him with red pupils and said: My mother has already recognized you as a flesh and blood. We are a family and can't be so irrelevant.A few months older than you, you have to call me sister.
Fujiwara Kiyohime's eyes reminded Yukiyo Haruka of Madam Zi, and she felt unquestionable domineering.But when you look closely, there is a kind of innocent and romantic simplicity inside.
Yukiyo Haruka didn't know if Madam Zi really treated him as her son, but Fujiwara Kiyohime was a girl who was easy to understand and really regarded Yukiyo Haruka as her relative.
Yukiyo Haruka has never enjoyed family affection other than maternal love (even maternal love is very little), so he pays special attention to feelings. Seeing that Fujiwara Kiyohime treats him as a relative without any falsehood, he can't help but touch the soft part of his heart.
Even though some of Fujiwara Kiyohime's actions seemed childish in his eyes, he still called out sincerely: Sister.
Yukiyo Haruka did not react much, but Fujiwara Kiyohime's face turned red, and she was red all the way to her ears. Even her neck, which was as delicate as white snow, was dyed with a flush. She immediately twisted her body to one side and left her back to Yukiyo Haruka, and she cried in her heart: So shameful, so shameful, so shameful.
Fujiwara Kiyohime couldn't tell whether she was shy or happy. She just called her sister, why was her reaction so excited?
She kept rubbing her cuffs and rubbing her silk to pieces like paper.If Sakiya was here, Fujiwara Kiyohime would have held her hand and turned around happily.
No matter how smart Xue Dayao was, he could not guess what the girl was thinking in her heart, and he couldn't help but ask: What's wrong with you?
Fujiwara Kiyohime turned her head and looked at Yukiyo Hara. Her eyes had changed. She could even see a little intimacy. It was nothing.
She was so happy that she had the idea of teasing Xue Daiyao that she wanted to tease her was not a bad joke, but a close play between her family.
She said: You are sitting here, don’t look in the mirror, I’ll get a towel to wash your face.
Fujiwara Kiyohime is innocent and romantic, and she only thinks that Yukiyo Haruka is younger than her and not smarter than her, and has not seen through her lies.
Yukiyo Haruka couldn't help but feel funny, but he cooperated to sit on the bed.
There is a bathroom in the bedroom and a maid has toiletries prepared for it.
Kiyohime Fujiwara casually pulled out a white towel from the shelf, washed it twice with hot water, and twisted it so hard that it could not be dried anymore, so she left the bathroom.
She really loves Yukiyoya, and even washing her face, she has never done so meticulously.
It was dark outside the window, but the light was blurred.While waiting, Yukiyoya had already turned on the orange-red light at the head of the bed, and the light was soft and not dazzling.
Hearing the sound of walking behind his back, when Yukiyo Haruka turned his head to look, Fujiwara Kiyohime put on a black coat, revealing the thin white pajamas inside, and holding a towel in his hand.
The orange-red lights sprinkled on her skin, and I felt that Kiyohiko Fujiwara was beautiful and charming, and her snow-white skin was stained with a faint blush.
If the people were allowed to see her now, they would definitely be shocked to see her chin.
When did you see her so shy?
For them, no matter how beautiful Fujiwara Kiyohime's appearance is, it can only be described as cruel and cold.
Kiyohime Fujiwara folded the towel and said: Sit down, I'll help you wipe the marks on your face.
Yukiya Haruka sat there looking at her, Fujiwara Kiyohime knelt on the bed, leaning forward, rubbing his face with a towel in his hand.
Yukiyo Haruka only felt the towel warm. Under the beautiful light, he couldn't help but think about it: Is the fingers of Kiyohime Fujiwara hidden under the towel ice or warm?
He got the answer soon.
The hand that Fujiwara Kiyohime couldn't help but touch his face gently, which was warmer than a hot towel.
Yukiya Haruka was stunned and stared at Fujiwara Kiyohime's face.The orange-red light flowed heavily, as if it was about to drip on the long and blurred shadows.
Yukiyao couldn't help but get closer. She could see her long eyelashes and shiny and crystal skin. There was an indescribable desire in her heart that was constantly brewing.
He knew if he could do this, but he was vague when he spoke: Sister, take the towel away, it's almost wiped...
When Fujiwara Kiyohime heard the word "sister", she felt something coming out. She kept wiping her hands, and her other leg went to the bed, kneeling in front of Yukiya Haruka to wipe his face, exhaling moistly: It's almost the same, it's not enough, it's not enough...
Seeing that Fujiwara Kiyohime was staring at him, he thought he was looking at the graffiti on his face, and he couldn't help but feel curious and planned to go to the dressing table in front to look in the mirror, but as soon as he got up, he was held by his shy hands. Where are you going?
I went in front and looked in the mirror to see what you drew on my face.
Kiyohime Fujiwara panicked when she heard this. When Haruka Yuki looked in the mirror, he knew that he was lying to him. He immediately said: You... don't go and see if it's okay.
Why?Yukiya Haruka touched his face in confusion and began to suspect that Fujiwara Kiyohime didn't graffiti on his face at all.
Kiyohime Fujiwara was afraid that Yukiyora would see it, so she pretended to be cold and ferocious and said: I told you not to go, just don’t go!
I was afraid that Xue Daiyao would misunderstand him, so I quickly softened his voice: I painted a bit ugly, you are not allowed to see it.
Yukiyo Haruka only thought Miss II looked very cute, and guessed that Kiyohime Fujiwara was fooling him, so he deliberately teased her and said: How ugly is it?
Very ugly!When Fujiwara Kiyohime saw Yukiyo Haruka, her face suddenly became hot, and she was as ugly as you.
Then I have to go and have a look.
Yukiya Haruka said he wanted to stand up. Fujiwara Kiyohime immediately stood up in panic and pulled him away, whispering: I'll call you brother, okay? Just sit down and don't look in the mirror again.
Seeing her eyes glimpsing, her face was blushing and very cute, she couldn't help but feel pity and slowly sat down. Okay, I'll sit down.
Kiyohime Fujiwara also sat down, moving her butt restlessly on the sheet. After a while, she said: Actually, you are not that ugly either.
Xue Daiyao thought she was going to say something that had been brewing for so long, but she didn't expect to be talking about this, so she couldn't help but laugh. This shows that you are doing well in the second lady.
Kiyohito Fujiwara heard the little deer in her chest, but the name of the second lady made her dilute the joy, giving birth to a faint diaphragm.
She originally wanted to tell Xue Daiyao directly that she was blaming him, but this obscene name made her feel depressed and said: What second lady, I am your sister!
Yukiyo Haruka was stunned. He was personally accustomed to polite words, but he never thought that Fujiwara Kiyohime reacted so much.
Fujiwara Kiyohime stared at him with red pupils and said: My mother has already recognized you as a flesh and blood. We are a family and can't be so irrelevant.A few months older than you, you have to call me sister.
Fujiwara Kiyohime's eyes reminded Yukiyo Haruka of Madam Zi, and she felt unquestionable domineering.But when you look closely, there is a kind of innocent and romantic simplicity inside.
Yukiyo Haruka didn't know if Madam Zi really treated him as her son, but Fujiwara Kiyohime was a girl who was easy to understand and really regarded Yukiyo Haruka as her relative.
Yukiyo Haruka has never enjoyed family affection other than maternal love (even maternal love is very little), so he pays special attention to feelings. Seeing that Fujiwara Kiyohime treats him as a relative without any falsehood, he can't help but touch the soft part of his heart.
Even though some of Fujiwara Kiyohime's actions seemed childish in his eyes, he still called out sincerely: Sister.
Yukiyo Haruka did not react much, but Fujiwara Kiyohime's face turned red, and she was red all the way to her ears. Even her neck, which was as delicate as white snow, was dyed with a flush. She immediately twisted her body to one side and left her back to Yukiyo Haruka, and she cried in her heart: So shameful, so shameful, so shameful.
Fujiwara Kiyohime couldn't tell whether she was shy or happy. She just called her sister, why was her reaction so excited?
She kept rubbing her cuffs and rubbing her silk to pieces like paper.If Sakiya was here, Fujiwara Kiyohime would have held her hand and turned around happily.
No matter how smart Xue Dayao was, he could not guess what the girl was thinking in her heart, and he couldn't help but ask: What's wrong with you?
Fujiwara Kiyohime turned her head and looked at Yukiyo Hara. Her eyes had changed. She could even see a little intimacy. It was nothing.
She was so happy that she had the idea of teasing Xue Daiyao that she wanted to tease her was not a bad joke, but a close play between her family.
She said: You are sitting here, don’t look in the mirror, I’ll get a towel to wash your face.
Fujiwara Kiyohime is innocent and romantic, and she only thinks that Yukiyo Haruka is younger than her and not smarter than her, and has not seen through her lies.
Yukiyo Haruka couldn't help but feel funny, but he cooperated to sit on the bed.
There is a bathroom in the bedroom and a maid has toiletries prepared for it.
Kiyohime Fujiwara casually pulled out a white towel from the shelf, washed it twice with hot water, and twisted it so hard that it could not be dried anymore, so she left the bathroom.
She really loves Yukiyoya, and even washing her face, she has never done so meticulously.
It was dark outside the window, but the light was blurred.While waiting, Yukiyoya had already turned on the orange-red light at the head of the bed, and the light was soft and not dazzling.
Hearing the sound of walking behind his back, when Yukiyo Haruka turned his head to look, Fujiwara Kiyohime put on a black coat, revealing the thin white pajamas inside, and holding a towel in his hand.
The orange-red lights sprinkled on her skin, and I felt that Kiyohiko Fujiwara was beautiful and charming, and her snow-white skin was stained with a faint blush.
If the people were allowed to see her now, they would definitely be shocked to see her chin.
When did you see her so shy?
For them, no matter how beautiful Fujiwara Kiyohime's appearance is, it can only be described as cruel and cold.
Kiyohime Fujiwara folded the towel and said: Sit down, I'll help you wipe the marks on your face.
Yukiya Haruka sat there looking at her, Fujiwara Kiyohime knelt on the bed, leaning forward, rubbing his face with a towel in his hand.
Yukiyo Haruka only felt the towel warm. Under the beautiful light, he couldn't help but think about it: Is the fingers of Kiyohime Fujiwara hidden under the towel ice or warm?
He got the answer soon.
The hand that Fujiwara Kiyohime couldn't help but touch his face gently, which was warmer than a hot towel.
Yukiya Haruka was stunned and stared at Fujiwara Kiyohime's face.The orange-red light flowed heavily, as if it was about to drip on the long and blurred shadows.
Yukiyao couldn't help but get closer. She could see her long eyelashes and shiny and crystal skin. There was an indescribable desire in her heart that was constantly brewing.
He knew if he could do this, but he was vague when he spoke: Sister, take the towel away, it's almost wiped...
When Fujiwara Kiyohime heard the word "sister", she felt something coming out. She kept wiping her hands, and her other leg went to the bed, kneeling in front of Yukiya Haruka to wipe his face, exhaling moistly: It's almost the same, it's not enough, it's not enough...
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