My Origin is Your Wife

Asakami Fujino fondled Sakura's hair, messing up her long black hair.

She stood up and gently let Sakura snuggle into her arms.

The maid handed over Sakura's change of clothes in a timely manner, and at the same time grabbed the girl's slender wrist and raised her arm, so that Asakami Fujino could change the girl's clothes.

Sakura felt a little ashamed, the cold air stimulated her soft skin, and she couldn't help but want to drill into Asakami Fujino's arms.

Asakami Fujino put on Sakura's underwear familiarly, let her close to his arms, and was about to fasten the buttons of the clothes.

She frowned, Sakura seemed to have... grown a little more.

It's already a bit out of touch.

"Hmm." Sakura was like a cute little milk cat named Wuming, rubbing against Asakami Fujino's arms.

Her consciousness was still a little fuzzy, but she took a deep breath familiarly, groped for the button with her backhand, and then buckled it hard.

Seeing her familiar appearance, Asakami Fujino was a little angry, and knocked on Sakura's head with a backhand.

The water-blue eyes suddenly became clear, Sakura tilted her head and looked at Asakami Fujino with some grievances.

"elder sister?"

"How many times have I told you that if the clothes don't fit you, you have to change them." Asakami Fujino pinched Sakura's little face and shook it back and forth, and the red-stained little face was pinched white and red.

But Asakami Fujino didn't really work hard.

After all... reluctant.

"I know I was wrong." The pitiful sobbing voice made Asakami Fujino lose his temper all of a sudden.

Seeing the interaction between Asakami Fujino and Sakura, the maid looked back at Sunshine with a slight smile on her lips.

The indigo eyes are transparent in the sunlight, and after the neck is empty, the stone that has been pressing on the heart seems to be thrown away.

"I really can't do anything about you." Under Sakura's shy expression, Asakami Fujino ordered the maid to look for her old clothes.

Sakura's cheeks were flushed, and the roots of her ears were even more bloodshot under the sun.

Wearing sister's or something... It's too embarrassing.

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Through the dress, Sakura put her hands on the black knife handle hanging on her chest, her cheeks glowed a lovely pink.

After resigning from her working sister and maid, she walked slowly to the commercial street alone.

Gently brushing a strand of blue hair hanging from the side of her face behind her ears, Sakura twisted her body uncomfortably.

It was as if she could vaguely smell her elder sister on her body, she stared at her own shadow in a daze, her mind was still in chaos.

I want to find someone to go shopping with me.

Sakura took out her cell phone from her bag, scrolled through the long address book, and dialed Yumizuka Mayzuki's number.

The phone was answered immediately, as if Yumatsuka Wuyue had been waiting on the other end of the phone.

"Sakura~" A rising tone came from the other end of the phone.

However, something was beyond Sakura's expectation. After she made a request to go shopping together, Gongzuka Wuyue hesitated and finally refused.

It seemed that she was dealing with something, and there was a slight panting sound as she spoke, as if she was exercising.

Sakura thoughtfully expressed her understanding.

But I don't know if it was Sakura's illusion, she always felt that there were some familiar sounds of fencing and a man's voice on the other end of the phone.

It's like the butler of Shiki's sister's house, Akitaka Yanmu.

But it must be an illusion, how could Yumizuka Wuyue have anything to do with Shiki-san?

Sakura hung up the phone.

Playing the game of stepping on shadows under the sun, Sakura suddenly found that the world in front of her seemed to tremble, and a pair of white and slender legs stepped on sandals appeared in her field of vision.

Slowly stopping, Sakura raised her head.

There are only two people in her world who can produce this strange phenomenon.

And if I'm not mistaken...

At the intersection of the commercial street, Sakura saw a rare acquaintance.

The girl was wearing a snow-white sleeveless shirt dress with gorgeous black lace around the neck.

It looks about the same size as Sakura, with a cool and delicate face, and a graceful figure.But compared with Sakura, it's a little less than [-] million points.

But it is also a very normal thing.

After all, judging from the situation in the school, Sakura can almost confidently declare that there is no one at the same age who can play.

The girl turned around slowly, her black hair reached her ankles, fluttering gently in the breeze, and her crimson eyes looked like blooming manjusawa.

The delicate pretty face looked at Sakura, and then showed a little embarrassment.

The last person she wants to see now is Sakura.

"Sister Luqi." Sakura trotted up and hugged the girl's arm.