My sister can't be Ying Li Li

Hanabi said, stepping out of the shadows into the sunlight and showing a lazy smile.

No one would have thought that the student council president would go to such lengths to do such a thing.

Eri said angrily: Anyway, I have nothing to do. But you, aren't you being chased all over the street by girls? You still have time to follow me.

Hanabi smiled and sat down next to her sister with the takoyaki she just bought. Eri smelled the tempting fragrance, moved her index fingers, and raised her hands tightly wrapped in leather sheaths. It looks innocent and cute.

Hanabi picked one up and brought it to Eri's mouth, saying, Ah~

Ah...well.

The girl opened her cherry mouth and took a bite. Her delicate lips looked more tender and juicy than the food. Eri accepted the feeding from her brother with satisfaction, chewing it in small mouths like a lady.

Hanabi helped her lift a strand of hair to her ear and said, Sister, I want to kiss you.

Ahem! Eri was startled, patted her chest and said, What did you say suddenly?

Because the way you eat is so cute, I can't help but want to eat you.

Eri pursed her red lips and said shyly: I didn't rinse my mouth, so...it won't work.

The elder sister always wants to show her best side to her younger brother.

Hanabi muttered: Then there's nothing we can do about it, I'll put it in the account first. On a certain day of a certain year, a certain month, my sister owes me a kiss.

Hello!

Eri blushed once again when she was teased. Such false accounts will never be paid off in a lifetime.

Let's go to the school festival together. Hanabi said.

Of course Eri was happy to receive her brother's invitation. Hanabi wanted to be with her more than her girlfriend, and that alone was very touching.

The girl suddenly felt lost and whispered: It can't work. Do ordinary siblings get tired of being together all day long? You have people to be responsible for, and I also have my responsibilities. You go and play. I will hide inside the doll... …Watching you from a distance.”

Hanabi squeezed the doll suit and said without any doubt, Take it off.

Eh? Eri blushed, What are you thinking! This is school, at least go home...

Hanabi asked strangely: I mean, the shift has changed. Next, I will pretend to be a doll and you will go shopping. What did you just say?

No, it's nothing.

Oh, I remembered it. My sister owes me a 'strip'.

Hanabi!

Eri had a serious face, not being able to accept the erogenous joke. Finally, she walked onto the street, looked at the teddy bear beside her, and couldn't help but hold hands. The big hand held the small hand, swinging between them like a swing. Eri's mood also became lighter, showing a beautiful smile.

Look! The president is actually dating someone? Wow, your smile is so sweet, my heart is going to melt!

Who are the people inside!

The way she walks is so funny, she must be Tojo-senpai.

It was dark inside the doll suit. Hanabi sniffed her nose. She didn't smell the aroma of street food, but only smelled her sister's body fragrance and sweat. There was no peculiar smell at all, but it made Eri shy for a while. I really don’t know how my sister looks and smells so good?

Shiyu's trio walked towards them and passed by Eri. The two of them never got along very well. Eri nodded, feeling a little guilty because she hid her younger brother and went on a date in front of all the students in the school. Thinking of this, Eri's palms became sweaty and she couldn't help but hold on to Hanabi.

But it's also exciting.

Because, through a thin layer of cloth, this forbidden love is not concealed.

Hanabi broke into a cold sweat and didn't breathe a sigh of relief until she walked more than ten meters. Kasumigaoka Shiu is an extremely smart woman, no less than Yukinoshita Harano. He didn't have the confidence to do it.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang. Hanabi subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but a flash of lightning flashed in his mind, making him freeze on the spot. Passers-by saw the teddy bear shivering in the middle of the road.

People looked at each other and said, Strange, whose cell phone rang?

not me.

In the distance, Kasumigaoka Shiyu took back his mobile phone and raised the corner of his mouth slightly. She turned around neatly, leaving only her back with flowing long hair.

(Idiot sister controls.)

(Eri Ayase, I can’t win just because of the advantage I was born with.)

The author has something to say:

PS: Chapter 217 has also entered, let me see how to break the prison. After being reported a few more times, this book will probably be finished. You don’t need to read it, and I don’t need to write it.

Now, when was the most embarrassing moment for you? Are you writing a novel and your classmates catch you and read it out? Or are you praised by your lovely book friends? In my opinion, the editor in charge probably took screenshots of the pornographic article, word for word, paragraph by paragraph, and then told me seriously that it was involved in pornography. Thinking about it this way, the editor is quite cute.

I have a dream to become the chief yellow connoisseur of Shuke. This book has amazing driving skills and good drainage skills. Eh? That book was no good, the vise-like description clicked. Mudd, this author...sees how tough my background is.

Chapter 239 Matching Umbrella

An autumn rain and a cold. The sky was gray and it suddenly started to rain heavily. At the end of the show, students walked through the campus in the rain and hurriedly closed the stalls. This sudden downpour dampened everyone's interest and fixed the beautiful scene of the school festival in this one.

In this way, the second day of the school festival ended.

Hanabi didn't think much and went home with Eri. Siblings who study in the same school go to and from school together every day, enjoying a warm moment in silence. At this time, Hanabi remembered the situation during the Cold War. He once rode a bicycle with his sister through the morning glow accompanied by the sound of bells, and got a cold, pretty face and long flowing hair.

As beautiful as ever, now a little warmer.

What's wrong?

Under the lattice umbrella held by Hanabi, Eri tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with confusion. The dusk was blocked by the translucent umbrella, and only a faint light came through, still reflecting the girl's delicate and charming appearance. Hanabi's heart beat very fast, as if thousands of mountains and rivers could not match the beauty of a sudden glimpse.

He shook his head.

Ah, are you trying to fake the accounts again? Eri blushed, Because I can't hold an umbrella, and then I say I owe you a hug, I will never admit it!

Hanabi said helplessly: Sister, what are you thinking about in your little head?

The matching umbrella is another kind of Japanese romance. No wonder Eri is thinking wrongly. In the feudal era, men and women were on guard, and they could only take advantage of the opportunity of using umbrellas to create the spark of love. Gradually evolved into a way to express love. For example, when I was in elementary school, the names of Hanabi and the girls she was close to were revealed to be on the blackboard, and a small umbrella symbolizing love was drawn on the blackboard.

As innocent as Eri, matching the umbrella with her younger brother is enough to make her blush and her heart beat.

Sharing the small private space under the umbrella is inherently ambiguous. Just like a common scene in Japanese dramas, the male protagonist deliberately shields the female protagonist from the wind and rain, and half of his body is caught in the rain.

Hanabi's boyfriend has MAX strength and habitually leans over the umbrella. No matter the breeze, drizzle, or the dim light of dusk, or even the three thousand worlds outside the warm harbor, all seemed to be overturned. Eri saw the rain wet her broad shoulders and her eyes. The elder sister cannot accept the care of her younger brother with peace of mind.

You always like to mess around, let me hold the umbrella instead.

No. Hanabi refused.

Eri is tall, but still a head shorter than her younger brother. Regardless of her image, she wants to fight for the right to hold the umbrella. Hanabi raised her umbrella high, deliberately teasing her sister. Every time the blonde girl jumped, her plump breasts swayed and her innocent skirt swayed gently.

In the end, Eri returned without success, grabbed his arm, puffed her face angrily, and her watery eyes showed dissatisfaction. Hanabi was so cute that she felt her nose itchy.