There is No Problem with the Youth Under the Snow

"Oh?"

Watching my daughter react like this.

Yubihama's mother, who had the same heart, showed a sly smile.

"Eh~...Tell me who it is~"

"Mom wants to know that person too."

"They said no!"

Speaking loudly, Yuihama Yui hurriedly ran off the bed,

As if escaping, he ran out of the door and stepped down the stairs.

Look at the empty room.

"It's time for Yui too..."

She was talking like this, with a smile, and closed the door.

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In this quiet room, the central air conditioner made a slight noise.

And the sound of the pattering shower, which gradually became smaller, until it disappeared.

The hot water vapor escaped as the bathroom door was pushed open.

She was wearing a loose yukata, revealing her slender figure and her plumpness in certain parts.

The long hair that had been blown by the hairdryer also naturally fell down behind him.

Using the bathroom light, he walked to the refrigerator.

Open the upper box door and take out a bottle of milk from inside.

gurgling gurgling gulps down.

Then he let out a satisfied sigh.

The laptop screen in front of the desk still glowed brightly.

The initial page that opens the script still stays on the first line.

Maybe it's because the heart can't be calm.

The image of that person is in his mind.

Xia Zhiqiu Shiyu, what happened to you?

Shouldn't the problem have been figured out before at the Kyoto festival?

Why is it still so hard to let go.

Maybe something went wrong.

I told myself so in my heart.

What is this emotion?

.............................

"Oni sauce!"

An energetic voice resounded in the room.

Not from elsewhere, but from the monitor in front of him.

Yin Lili sat on the pad on the floor.

No doubt she was playing galgame.

Judging from the title, it should be a pictorial game about the love of the younger sister.

But it was also evident that the player was absent-minded.

Almost all the pictures on the screen are jumping continuously and hardly stop.

The sound of the game seemed to be cut off as soon as it opened, and then skipped.

Before long, the picture on the screen finally stopped.

The handle was thrown aside.

Lie on the floor in a large chevron shape.

Unconsciously, he stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, as if trying to grab something.

The light from the ceiling shines on his face through the slender fingers.

The dazzling light made it hard to open my eyes.

What do you long for?

The only thing I understand is

That's definitely not the sort of thing that's just superficial.