Faced with the blackened heroine, they actually stopped time

The only flaw is probably the identity of Sister Kiyono Yuri.

Make yourself quite hesitant.

However, these things also disappeared under Qingye Liang's unique attitude.

"if..."

Qingye Liang's words have not been spoken yet.

Oreki Gen grabbed the other person's hand.

"Then let's go together, but there's no bathtub. Is that okay?"

Qingye Liang blushed slightly and nodded.

"It's ok."

She is just that kind of person. In fact, she doesn't really desire this kind of thing, nor is her character so without bottom line.

It's just that I finally have someone I can indulge myself in without any disgust.

So she wants to try all kinds of crazy things to see what it feels like.

She didn't believe in so-called love before. The time when she longed for love was like a falling leaf to her, fleeting.

She was very glad that she could still evoke such feelings and make herself realize that she still had such impulses and beautiful visions.

It’s also a little regrettable.

Why do we have to wait until now?

Why...he is so much younger than me.

But when the two of them walked into the bathroom, all this was relieved.

The still somewhat reserved Qingye Liang let down his guard and appeared under the bright light of the bathroom.

Her perfect body is like a fine work of art.

The hot water, which had been prepared in advance, was the right temperature and soaked her skin.

It was like letting Oreki Genji see a wonderful scene of mountains and flowing water, satisfying all his imaginations of beauty.

She was a little shy and turned slightly, facing Oreki Gen with her even more beautiful back curve.

Her back is different from that of ordinary girls.

Most girls tend to be soft and skinny.

She has muscular lines, which not only do not give her a rough feeling, but instead add a more healthy vibe.

It's like the wild being released.

When the equally frank boy walked towards him.

There seemed to be a thick fog in Qingyeliang's eyes that could not be melted.

The boy's figure is even more beautiful, with smooth lines, perfect proportions, and even his skin seems more delicate than that of a girl.

It’s hard to imagine that this is a boy’s body.

Even though he was very young, he was too beautiful.

The name that can better describe youth than youth should be Oreki Gen.

"Are you nervous?"

Oreki Xian approached the other person gently.

The two people transfer their energy to each other, but there is still a distance between them.

It seems like it needs some kind of power to help it.

For example, Qing Yeliang’s next sentence.

"It's okay... Well, I haven't tried it, but there will be some."

She is honest, even a little cute.

Oreki Gen couldn't help but laugh and placed his hand on her beautiful shoulder.

With just a slight touch, I could feel her body's instinctive tremors.

It was just a moment, and then she took the initiative to move towards his arms.

The hot water overwhelmed the two of them at this moment, pouring down like a river from the sky.

It is thorough and satisfying.

It was like a heavy rain.

The two people's bodies touched without any obstruction. The hot water dripping down seemed to be the best catalyst.

The temperature can rise automatically and it won’t feel cold all of a sudden.

Even if the air conditioner was on outside, it wouldn't be as warm as the temperature between the two of them at this moment.

She felt the smooth curve of Oreki Gen's chest and the throbbing heat.

Of course...I can't ignore the strange feeling on my perky buttocks.

She couldn't help but blush.

Some impulses were simply unstoppable, and she turned around without waiting for Oreki Gen to clean her skin.

Oreki Gen just opened his arms and seemed to embrace the woman in his arms tacitly.

She raised her head slightly.

Then he looked into the boy's beautiful eyes.

"I won't..."

Oreki Gen smiled.

"It's okay, take your time... Ugh!"

Suddenly I felt a tightness under my body, as if something was being held.

Qingye Ryo's face was red, and the movements were indeed awkward and nervous.

But compared to these things, she always has the courage to try and the perseverance to stick to it.

Qingye Liang would not retreat or dodge at this time.

She would only raise her pretty face and look at the boy.

"I want to kiss..."

Chapter 11: More, More

People often seek passion and act impulsively, choosing to abandon reality.

Similar to crimes of passion, the cost and sacrifice are often much greater than what is gained in the end.

But who can say for sure that the moment when you give everything is definitely not happy?

Is it true that the happiness gained is necessarily less than that accumulated through long-term efforts?

Qingno Ryo is well aware of the reasons why many suspects committed crimes.

And at this moment, he seemed to understand the meaning of impulse.

Why are there so many moments that are worth everything?

Why are there so many reasons that make us act impulsively and indulge ourselves, seemingly regardless of the consequences?

It actually has nothing to do with occupation.

There is a wild beast living in the human heart. Some people spend their entire lives trying to suppress it and are never able to release it.

Some people have no restraints in their entire lives, and are seen as extremely arrogant and domineering by others.

But these are human nature, how they appear, and they are reasonable and normal.

The view from the bathroom is beautiful, but it's not the kind of picture you'd want to keep.

It is said to be cleaning, and bubbles did appear.

But it seems that cleansing is not the ultimate goal. The purpose is only to push emotions to the peak and resolve possible embarrassment.

Of course, the foam will be washed away by the current.

There was still a more or less awkward atmosphere when wiping the body.

But fortunately, Qingye Liang thinks he is a brave person.

He is also a somewhat stubborn person.

She cannot accept that there will be a day when she cannot complete what she wants to accomplish.

"Do you want to turn off the lights?"

In order to make the woman less embarrassed, Oreki Gen put on his bathrobe in advance and came to the bed.

Qingye Liang, who was also wrapped in a bathrobe, gently stroked his long hair which seemed wet.

she said softly.

"You need to blow dry your hair first."

Oreki Gen helped the other party find a hair dryer in a closet that was not hidden but was hard to find at the first sight.

Then he walked up to Qingye Ryo and said.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Qingye Liang said softly with a slightly blushing face.

“Isn’t this your first time in this hotel?”

Oreki Xian was inexplicable.

"Why do you say that?"

“This hair dryer...”

Oreki Gen couldn't help but laugh.

"I just opened it and saw it. It was just pure luck."

Qingye Liang turned her head slightly and showed the kind of expression that little girls in love often have.

"Eh...really?"

Oreki Gen reached out and lifted her long hair slightly with amusement, then held the hair dryer in one hand.

"What else? You're a policeman anyway, why don't you check my hotel check-in records?"

Qingye Ryoya couldn't help laughing, and seemed to find his own suspicion quite funny.

"I'm too lazy to check, so I'll save your face."

Qingye Ryo has always made such jokes, but it has never been her most natural state when the two of them are together.

And it seems that on this day, some things are almost coming to fruition.

Oreki Gen's hand passed through the other's long hair easily and leisurely.

Moving back and forth between the silky, wet long hair, blowing with the hot air from the hair dryer.

Qingye Liang was enjoying this moment very much.

She liked passion, liked the boy's impulsiveness, and also liked the desire and heat in his eyes when he looked at her.

But she likes it that way too.

He gently ran his fingers through his hair, as if every touch could bring extreme numbness to his scalp.

His movements were so gentle, even his breathing was soft.

Although there was a bathrobe separating their bodies, Qingye Ryo could still feel the breadth of his chest.

Leaning comfortably in his arms.

It seems that he doesn't need any sense of security. He can bring all the reliable women to himself, and there will be times when he wants to rest.

But looking around, how many people can give me such real reliability?