My Origin is Your Wife

Last night, Sakura sat here and banged on the door desperately.

Although the little bit of blood that remained had dried up, Yumizuka Itsuki would never forget the smell of sakura.

For her, it was the most poisonous poison.

When Gongzuka Wuyue regained consciousness again, he was already kneeling at the door.

The crimson eyes were fixed on the position where Sakura tapped.

She immediately covered her face and fell into an almost frenzied shame.

Yumizuka Wuyue's small ears trembled under her hair, and the whole apartment seemed to have a 'sightseeing view'.

The sound of breathing, the sound of heartbeat, was captured by her bit by bit.

clap clap-

Someone is going upstairs.

Judging from the sound, it should be the man living opposite.The expression on Gongzuka Wuyue's face has faded away, leaving only the hunter-like sternness.

She looked in the direction of the stairwell, the bright red shadow outlined the shape of the target, and the fragrance of blood constantly stimulated her nerves.

The hunt...is it about to start?

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The black car was galloping on the road, and stopped at the gate of the school with a beautiful flick.The girl with black shoulder-length hair got out of the car in a panic and ran towards the teaching building.

Sister that idiot idiot idiot!

Sakura groaned in her heart.

What to say because I slept so soundly, I couldn't bear to call myself.

But I'm going to be late! ! !

Jingle Bell--

As the class bell rang, the girl appeared at the door of the class panting, holding on to the door frame to breathe.

Fortunately... the young class teacher didn't mean to blame Sakura.

But Sakura, who was surrounded by the eyes of the whole class, had a touching blush on her cheeks from embarrassment, and she trotted shyly to her seat and lay down.

It was sunny outside, and the desks were warmed by the sun.

Sakura cautiously propped up her little head and looked around the classroom.

When sweeping to the front right, that cute little face suddenly turned cold, and Gongzuka Wuyue's seat was still empty.

Looking up at the class teacher, Sakura carefully took out her mobile phone from her schoolbag, and sent a text message to Yumizuka Itsuki.

"Beep beep-"

Soon, Yumizuka Wuyue gave an answer.

But Sakura, who was the focus of the whole class because of the text message, was so shy that she was about to turn into a walking steam girl. She fell headfirst on the desk, and squeezed out a cute cry like a small animal from her throat.

Stupid... forgot to mute.

but--

"I'm fine, it's just that some things haven't been dealt with, and I'll come to school tomorrow."

Seeing Yumizuka Itsuki's reply, Sakura finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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Hiding behind the curtain, Yumizuka Itsuki stuffed the phone back into his pocket.

She looked downstairs, and the old man went to work as if nothing had happened.

As expected... still can't do it.

She had a premonition that if she bit on it at that time, she would never come back.

But really thirsty, Yumizuka Itsuki made a hoarse voice while clutching his throat.

and many more...! ?

As if she had discovered something, she slowly stretched out her hand, and her white and tender palm was bathed in the sun.

It's a little itchy, but it doesn't have the smoky picture in the movie.

Are you... really a vampire?

part.7 "Taboo"

Sitting in the staff's office, Sakura didn't look like a student who was frightened when they entered the office. Instead, Sakura shyly played with her little finger.

"What do you want to drink? Can you have black tea?" The young class teacher smiled and looked at Sakura.

The girl's slender legs swayed slightly, wrapped in soft black silk, and her delicate ankles were not enough to hold.

Sakura eyes fluttered, staring at the wood-grained floor, then nodded slightly.

The class teacher is a very beautiful and upright beauty.