Tokyo: Starting from staying at my mother's bestie's house

Even without looking at her, Iinuma Isao could feel the angel's gaze on him.

There was murderous intent in those eyes.

"Am I not here at the right time?" she asked Mr. Dead with a smile.

"No, you came at the right time." Hanashiro Anzi didn't know her niece was asking about Iinuma Isao, so she happily pulled her niece to the dining table, "There are still a lot of food here, what do you like?"

Huacheng Iori was very hungry. He saw the pasta and salad on the table and started eating. At the same time, he looked at his sexy aunt meaningfully: "Candlelight dinner, why make it so romantic? And you're dressed so formally..."

"Uh……"

Huacheng Xingzi's eyes dodged for a moment.

"Aunt's clothes are very wet." said the niece with a sweet smile.

"…wet with wine."

My aunt's face was so red that it looked like blood was about to drip out.

"Oh, and..." The tip of my niece's delicate little nose sniffed the air cutely, "Did aunt ask about any strange smell?"

"Yes, it's incense..."

My aunt hesitated, her heart almost beating out of her chest.

"Aunt, you are not being honest." Huacheng Iori narrowed his eyes slightly, and like a child playing a prank, he pointed at Iinuma Isao next to him, "Let me guess, should I call this guy uncle?"

"Eh?"

Huacheng Xingzi's face froze instantly.

In front of this niece, she is totally unable to resist...

At this time, Iinuma Isao, who was pretending to be drunk, quickly acted crazy to help her share the energy.

"Uncle, call me uncle..." He raised his face drunkenly, looked at the angel, and grinned foolishly.

The angel slapped his face back onto the table and said, "Shut your stinky pig mouth!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Huacheng Xingzi was not polite either. She slapped him hard on the head and scolded him, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will send you back to Hokkaido and let your mother teach you a lesson!"

"..."

Iinuma Isao lowered his head, feeling very depressed.

The angel still felt unsatisfied, so she reached her little feet under the table and stepped hard on his instep.

"Just wait for me..."

Iinuma Isao was uttering harsh words in his heart.

The angel's cold gaze slowly moved away from him.

Just when he thought that this matter was over, the cold gaze locked onto him again...

You are so stingy!

Unfortunately, he was pretending to be drunk at the moment.

If he was awake, he would definitely notice it.

The latter gaze fixed on him came from the pair of blood-red eyes outside the window.

With Iinuma Isao's interruption, Hanashiro Iori could no longer be sarcastic to her aunt and focused on eating. Hanashiro Anzi watched her from the side, her eyes full of tenderness, and she would pick up some food for her from time to time.

Angel had been busy all night and was very tired when she got home. After eating and drinking, she went to the bathroom in her slippers.

Huacheng Anzi cleared the dishes on the table and swept the floor by herself, then helped Iinuma Isao up and prepared to help him back to his room.

"Don't touch me~"

Iinuma Isao complained in dissatisfaction, pretending that his sleep was disturbed, and rubbed hard against Hanashiro Anzi.

The old lady was already a little tipsy, and her steps were unsteady.

The boy seized the opportunity to grab her wrist and pulled hard, causing the two of them to roll to the floor. Before she could react, he used his hands and feet to hold her tightly, rolling into a ball.

"You, you are drunk..."

Huacheng Xingzi was shocked and angry, and struggled hard for a few times.

But she had also drunk a lot of alcohol, and her whole body felt weak and powerless, and she couldn't do anything at all as Iinuma Isao was pestering her like that.

"Apricot~! Hmm... so soft." Iinuma Isao pretended to be crazy and stupid under the influence of alcohol, and asked: "How can I impress you..."

Huacheng Xingzi was unsure of his current state, but she couldn't do anything about it, so she could only twist his arm hard: "Get up, or I'll bite you if you don't get up. If you mess around again, you... believe it or not, I'll bite you!"

These words sound very ambiguous, like the flirting between a young couple.

"Bite me if you want. Bite me to death and I'll tell you!" Iinuma Isao's hand skillfully reached the hem of her skirt. "It would be fine if I hadn't met you, but now that I've met you, I'm going to keep a close eye on you and not let you come in contact with any other man..."

These words made Huacheng Xingzi's heart soften uncontrollably.

Under the dim table, Iinuma Isao gently kissed her neck, eyes and lips.

At the same time, I touched the black lace thong.

Huacheng Xingzi couldn't escape anyway.

She pressed the bottom of her skirt with one hand and put the other hand on his shoulder to push him out, biting her thin lips tightly.

But gradually, her will to resist weakened rapidly. She let him lift up the hem of her black dress and even let his other hand unbutton her bra behind her back.

The young man is indeed a martial artist.

It was my first time unbuttoning my bra, and my movements were surprisingly deft and agile.

He took the bra off her chest.

Huacheng Xingzi snatched it away and covered her face with the warm silk fabric.

The black dress was already in disarray, with large areas of her skin and body exposed to the air, but the shoes on her feet were still intact and had not been taken off by him.

My lips were kissed for a long time before he let go.

Huacheng Xingzi gasped, as if anticipating what would happen tonight, she raised her head with difficulty and said something in his ear, her voice full of resilience: "I swear to you, except for you, I have never been like this with anyone else... …”

The tone is very much like a newlywed wife saying to her husband: "I swear to you, I am a chaste woman."

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Asking for monthly ticket

Chapter 89 The bridge was built, the road was paved, but I got into the wrong cab

In a dim corner of the living room, Huacheng Xingzi was captured.

She clenched her teeth and groaned, her body trembling, and she tried to retreat using her hands and feet.

But since her niece was in the bathroom at the edge of the living room, she was afraid of being noticed, so she didn't dare make too much noise.

This also gave Iinuma Isao the opportunity to act recklessly.

I have never done this with anyone except you... There is no way he didn't know what this sentence meant.

Since the old lady has expressed her feelings like this, how could Iinuma Isao miss the opportunity?

"Um……"

Huacheng Xingzi lost her voice and stopped struggling instantly.

Even in the darkness, her rosy and delicate face was brightly visible.

Iinuma Isao looked down at her and felt that she seemed to be more likely to pass away in this state.

"Ah Xun, don't look..."

Huacheng Xingzi shouted half begging and half commanding.

Her ears felt hot, her upper body tensed, and she tried to shrink her lower body back to avoid the attack, but she was helpless as her body was fixed firmly in place.

An old lady's body is always more honest than her mouth.

Iinuma Isao leaned over to her ear and asked in a semi-threatening tone, "Are you still interested in a platonic relationship?"

Huacheng Xingzi's eyes were wide open, with a look of shy anger in them. She grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him out, while whispering, "You're pretending to be drunk. How shameful! Get up now!"

Iinuma Isao would never do that.

Huacheng Xingzi squeezed her legs together, held his hand with one hand, and tore the corner of his mouth with the other hand, in silent resistance.

But Iinuma Isao already had experience.

He quickly found the old aunt's weak spot.

In an instant, Huacheng Xingzi's waist tensed and her facial features were squeezed together painfully.

The hand that was originally pulling at the corner of his mouth fell down, and instead pressed against his chest and pushed hard outward. The delicate and fair face now turned red as if blood was about to drip out.

It was the first time that Iinuma Isao observed her reaction from such a close distance.

Her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were misty, and the long, charming gasps from her throat, coupled with her oval face that was naturally as cold and arrogant as an iceberg, made her indescribably seductive.

"husband……"

Under Iinuma Isao's gaze, the old lady frowned and her face turned bright red.

My husband has called me, so why should I bother to pretend to be stubborn?

The sexy red lips were slightly opened, sometimes panting lightly, sometimes biting the lower lip lightly.

Her unbearable appearance was truly fascinating.

Under the gaze of Iinuma Isao, her waist, which had been tense for a long time, suddenly collapsed, and her hands randomly grabbed Iinuma Isao's body, and her fair and smooth skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Just then, footsteps were heard from the other side of the living room, and Angel came out of the bathroom.

At this time, the old lady had not come to her senses yet and was in a daze.

Iinuma Isao quickly lay down, hugged the old lady's body, and didn't make any sound.

The living room became silent, with only the clock on the mantel still ticking regularly.

But angels are not easy to mess with.

She acted innocent and naive, walked straight to the dining table, frowned, and said with some jealousy: "No way, Ah Xun, how old are you? Why are you still acting like a spoiled child to your aunt?"