The national costume of the king's glory is a girl

Chapter 381 Sweet Fried~
suddenly.

She reacted.

Take a step back.

But subconsciously, she forgot that she was wearing clogs.

Because I haven't gotten used to it yet.

It caused her to fall backwards with an unstable center of gravity.

Being nimble, she could have regained her footing by herself.

But care is chaos.

Jiang Ye stretched out his hand almost the moment she fell back.

The white five fingers landed on her waist again.

Both of them were stunned.

from a distance.

Jiang Ye's left hand was holding her wrist, while the other hand was holding her waist directly from behind.

She maintained the posture leaning back, while he leaned half forward.

There seemed to be pink bubbles all around, surging out frantically.

The screen freezes.

The eyes of the two collided.

A panic.

One is obscure.

And in this position, they were shocked for ten seconds.

Not far away, there was a down-and-out art exhibition artist who was looking for inspiration at a temple fair, and happened to capture this scene.

He glanced down at the results in the camera.

I couldn't help but exclaimed again and again: "Ah~ the original anime movie~"

ten seconds.

Wen Siyue was the first to react.

Hastily pushed Jiang Ye away.

Hastily tidied up her black bathrobe.

"Thank you Brother Jiang." She said, a little anxious and a little overwhelmed.

His fair face was rarely reddened half the sky.

In addition, there are orange lights everywhere in the temple fair.

Shining on her delicate little face, she became more and more innocent and charming.

Jiang Ye darkened his eyes, restraining his eyes from rolling.

The touch under the palm of his hand spread as quickly as an electric current, as if it was going to be imprinted into his internal organs with scalding heat.

There is only one word left in my mind.

soft.

It seems to be...softer than before.

that night.

That madness in the car.

he almost...

I can almost feel what the soft waist under the clothes feels like.

perhaps.

It's his life.

but.

He did it more than once.

Midnight dreams.

Everything under him looks like a teenager, handsome and never forgetting.

Jiang Ye turned around and raised his hand to support his forehead.

Some annoyed.

Gee.

I really can't control myself anymore.

Don't know when it started.

She is always inadvertently pulling on her own self-control.

Make him crazy.

atmosphere.

It suddenly became a little embarrassing.

Wen Siyue's heart was beating so hard that she didn't want to stay here, so she quickly said, "I'll go to the mask stand over there."

Then hastily turned around.

The pace is a little fast.

When Jiang Ye looked back, what he saw was the back of the 1.7-meter-two little man who almost fled in a hurry.

He couldn't help laughing.

The affection and pampering in his eyes almost overflowed.

What a...little idiot.

Jiang Ye stretched his long legs and was about to follow.

Suddenly a photographer came over and blocked his way.

In Japanese, the photographer said to the big boy in white with a smile on his face: "Hello, I am an artist. I was looking for inspiration at a temple fair recently. I accidentally photographed you just now. It is so beautiful and dreamy. I like it so much. This is the one, may I keep this original film as an art exhibition?"

Captured?

Jiang Ye was startled, pursed his lips slightly, and looked into the camera in the direction he was pointing.

in the camera.

The screen freezes.

The background is a vast expanse of Japanese lanterns, like a sky full of stars.

The orange light, the shadows are indistinct.

The background is blurred.

Just the two of them.

He bent his waist and embraced her, with a three-dimensional profile.

(End of this chapter)