My Daily Life with Gosara Ayase/my Sister Can't Be Ayase's Little Angel

This didn't give him the slightest sense of reassurance, but his heart trembled.

who is it?

Finally, at this moment, Du Zhejun, who had worked hard for a long time, opened his eyes.He was panting heavily, trying his best to see what was in front of him.

Only one person, not his own room.

Then he stared carefully at the man, a girl.

The morning sun shone on her face.

Ice blue eyes, long black hair, and a slender figure.

She is a girl who is full of attractiveness, but she is not afraid to be approached.

But she glanced at herself and got up and went out.

That was Ayase, Ayase Ayase, one of the girls in my sister.

Where is this? What's going on here?

Du Zhejun on the bed looked at the room in a trance.

Suddenly he smiled sadly.

The daze and sadness in my heart can no longer be suppressed.

Tears rolled down uncontrollably.

Flowing continuously.

Grinning silently, I was finally lonely to the point of madness.

Holding his face in his hands, tears fell from his fingers on the quilt.

Woo woo woo, finally, crazy.

Ryunosuke suddenly laughed.

But immediately, like a child, weeping aggrievedly.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't have a person to live well, I didn't do it, I didn't do it!

Suddenly, a sharp pain hit, and he instinctively held his head with his hands, twisting his body incessantly.

My head hurts so bad, it hurts a lot more than when I suddenly turn around when I have a cold.

Like a death heavy metal rock band playing around him, his brain was beating non-stop.

He couldn't help moaning, and his body twisted more violently, wrinkling the sheets.

He didn't know what was going on, he just felt that his head was so painful, so painful, so painful! ! !

The pain is getting more and more unbearable.

Suddenly, he kept hitting his head against the wall, harder and harder, as if that would relieve him.

The delicate and pale face was full of ferocious colors, and the words "It hurts to death" were written all over it.

Tears could not stop flowing, not wanting to cry, just an instinctive reaction, an instinctive reaction.

It didn't take half a minute, as if I came out of the sauna, my clothes were wet with sweat, and my whole body was drenched in water.

The pain seemed to pierce the soul.

In fact, it's really about the soul.A lot of memory fragments appeared in his mind.

Many books have this statement.

Most memories are forgotten or not remembered clearly.

Memories of childhood, memories of hurried glances, memories of unimportant things.

But at times of crisis, between life and death, these memories may be recalled and flashed in front of us one after another, like a slideshow.

But the boy on the bed, or Du Zhejun.He assures that these memories are definitely not his, absolutely.

It can be determined from any point.

Whether it is a variety of houses of different styles.

Or from advertising slogans down to book texts, and all kinds of people saying something to themselves.Peerless Tangmen nfo

In other words, he has a sister! ?

This can prove that these memories are not his.

Eh? ? ?After Du Zhejun glanced at the girl in the memory fragment.

There were suddenly more and more fragments of this memory.

Scenes and scenes about the girl emerged, frowns, smiles, and anger, mixed with his own memories.

The whole world is her.

Du Zhejun suddenly felt that the world was spinning, he had been supporting it for a long time, but now he could no longer bear it.

He passed out and didn't move.