The Witch Trial Begins with the OO Buckethead Zombie

Page 319

But it was precisely this ambiguity that fueled Natsume Anan's creative impulses.

I want to write.

What to write.

Unseen hands, unseen movements, low breathing sounds, and unspoken lines that one wishes to write on paper.

Why not call it?

We definitely have to call.

She bent down, lowered her head, and the moment she raised it, her eyes were alluring.

Shouldn't it be written like this?

Natsume Anan felt she could write very well.

So she couldn't help but slump to the ground, gripping her sketchbook tightly with her left hand.

His expression held a hint of amusement, a touch of nonchalance, and a dash of mockery.

"Woman, you're playing with fire."

He spoke coldly to Baosheng Mag, who was trying to seduce him.

"Since you started the fire, you're responsible for putting it out."

"Use your mouth."

The pen fell swiftly, writing down a few short words.

Natsume Anan looked down at what she had written, then looked up at what she saw through the crack in the door.

Yes, right?

Rewrite it!

"Hehehe?"

Baosheng Mag revealed a charming smile.

"Wow, you're already this energetic?!..."

"Let me take good care of you~"

After writing only a couple of sentences, Natsume Anan stopped writing again.

Yes, right?

This time it seems right, but it also seems wrong.

But if she were to continue writing, Natsume Anan wouldn't know how to continue for a while.

She's always like that.

When I'm not writing, I really want to write.

But once I start writing, the desire to write quickly fades away.

Your attention will quickly wander, and thoughts like "I've already done my best by writing this much," "You're amazing for writing so much," and "If you can't continue writing, don't torture yourself" will flood your mind.

I couldn't help but look up again.

As you watch, you start to get a little impatient.

It's not that she's in a rush to watch it, although she does seem a bit anxious.

However, if we want to describe what's happening right now in words...

She's not very good at wiping.

It's like, foreplay-like talk, actually...

I haven't watched many of Natsume Anan's videos.

She's the type who quickly flips through pages and jumps straight to the 'sit down' paragraph.

She would feel very disappointed and regretful whenever she found out that she hadn't gone in or come out.

Conversely, if it is discovered.

That would be very exciting.

But you can't see it from this angle...

Natsume Anan has completely forgotten why she came here.

Is there a connection? Is there a connection?

I want to see the link, so I'll see the link.

Each hand grasps the sketchbook and pen separately, and begins the handover process, allowing the right hand to hold the sketchbook and pen alone.

As for the free left hand.

We need to simulate a connection.

Actually, nothing much was done.

Exactly, electronic devices need interfaces when exchanging data, sharing files, or transferring data, right?

It's just connected.

As for the ground that will get dirty...

That's a lost package.

Data files are missing.

Packet loss is caused by not connecting to the correct device and lacking appropriate protocol documentation.

Um, the descriptions and metaphors are irrelevant.

The important thing is Natsume Anan's legs.

It feels a little numb.

The girl, who was physically weak, would easily become breathless after just a little exercise. Although she hadn't actually done anything, her legs and feet felt a bit weak and numb.

All the strength was subconsciously used in my legs, and even when I took a short break to catch my breath, it felt so tiring.

I had a strong urge to lean back, letting my long, silvery-white hair cascade down, lie on the ground, and let go of her hands.

But then I thought about it again and felt that the posture was a bit too casual.

Natsume Anan still didn't lie down.

I just felt that the commotion inside seemed to have subsided, and after some time, it became somewhat quiet.

She should get up and hide somewhere else.

Otherwise, they might find out I'm peeking here...

He propped himself up, trying to get up.

But I didn't pay much attention to what happened next through the crack in the door.

The door opened.

Immediately afterwards, Baosheng Mag, dressed in loose clothing, squatted down, exposing her beautiful figure in even more striking curves, and the aura surrounding her, to put it bluntly, that of femininity, wafted into her nostrils.

Did you do it? You did, right? This smell makes me think you actually did it.

Natsume An'an's heart was pounding rapidly.

"What's wrong?" Immediately afterwards, Hoshino Utsunomiya, whose tall figure blocked most of the light from below, squatted down and hugged Mago Hosho from behind.

His hand was placed in a rather restless position.

"?"

What a powerful visual impact!

"There's a naughty kid watching, huh?" Baosheng Mag said with a smile, even reaching out to lift Natsume An'an's skirt.

"look."

The light-colored white cotton cloth turned into a darker shade.

“It’s a healthy thing to be interested in this kind of thing.” Hoshino Utsunomiya glanced at it without changing his expression. “Personally, I don’t mind if An’an just pushes the door open and comes in, but if Mag is unwilling, then forget it.”

Natsume Anan is very cute.

Although I had actually met Natsume Anan once before, this couldn't really be considered our first meeting.

But right now, her flushed face and disheveled clothes look really cute.

Slippers, cotton socks, and a slip dress.

Her long, silvery-white hair was loose.

He looks a lot like someone.

There is someone who is completely unlike him.

They might fall in love at first sight.

I won't fall in love at first sight.

I feel a little dizzy.

But Hoshino Utsunomiya maintained a facade of calm.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of Baosheng Mag.