My Japanese Story Is a Bit Sweet

　　 Yeah, why did she help me?

　　 Fujiwara Starry sky slowly straightened his waist, and moved his gaze from the table to her body, crossing the perfect arc wrapped in the daisy evening dress, and all the way up the snow-white neck.

　　 Shiny pale pink lips, are you wearing lipstick?

What does 　　 taste like? Strawberry?

　　 left her lips, her gaze continued upward along the curve of the bridge of the nose, and finally stayed on her eyes.

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