"What do you think of aunt?"

"I think?"

Facing Uesugi's retort, Yunko Uesugi's eyebrows slightly spread and her face smiled: "Azhao, you kid, have always been so mysterious."

"well enough."

Yunko Uesugi smiled without saying a word, turned around and continued to lead the way.

The rollers of Uesugi's suitcase stumbled against the small wooden cracks in the eaves, making continuous clear sounds.

"Azhao and Hanaishi Chan's room?" asked Yunko Uesugi after walking a corner.

Before answering, Uesugi Seo took a special glance at the shaking white skirt beside her and her face was pink and tender.

She was looking at herself, but soon blushed and lowered.

She didn't speak.

Uesugi nodded to his aunt: "Yes, a room."

Japanese-style residences pay great attention to details, and every corner of the dwarf pine courtyard is decorated with sand and stone.

"I'll stay in the largest room for you," my aunt Yunko Uesugi added with a smile, "It's soundproof."

Huawanwan is pure and there is no way to hear the meaning contained in it, so there is no reaction.

Uesugi Good Man is just the opposite, fully understanding what this is implying.

And a question arose in my mind: What should I do if my elders like drivers who suddenly drive?

This problem has been with me until the afternoon.

In the hot summer, outside the bright living room is a courtyard that the old lady Uesugi often takes care of.

The green calamus rings grow by the clear pond, following the sea breeze that disturbs Seto Inland Sea, swaying lightly.

The terrain of Katsuoka Town is relatively high because of the back mountain.

Looking out from this spacious room, you can see the scenery of the sea and the sky.

In the summer, I live a comfortable life with the breath of sea and oranges.

The little fireworks with a relaxed and breathable shirt make the curves of the girl's body look cool and comfortable.

The most attractive thing is the bulging shark on her chest.

As for Shan Zhao's eyesight, the shark has indeed grown a lot.

After packing the suitcase and putting it into the wardrobe, Huamao took out her iPad covered with sharks and peppers, sat on the tatami cushion, turned on the air conditioner, and started working.

Gada...

Uesugi, who went to bring her oranges, opened the door soon after.

He placed the plate on a Japanese coffee table.

Then he took a look at the tablet computer that Huamao Huahuo was drawing and changing.

Uesugi Doo sat next to her and asked, "What's this painting?"

Every time I approach her, my breathing was filled with the faint fragrance of lily flowers on her body.

"Yako-chan." Hanamaru Hanabu said cutely.

Uesuma Sato looked carefully at the screen she had just zoomed, and recognized the character:

"Isn't this the white-haired little loli who stepped on watermelon before?"

Last time I stepped on watermelon, this time I beat the watermelon with a wooden knife.

It seems that this white-haired loli named Yako-chan likes watermelon.

"Um."

"Why did you draw this again?"

Uesuma discovered that last time he had white silk stepped on watermelon, but this time he had bare feet stepped on the beach.

Why is the focus always on the feet?

He himself didn't know either.

"It seems to be an activity..." Hanamaru Hanabu said, "They said they would draw another summer swimsuit Yako-sauce."

"Game illustration?"

"It seems to be." Hanamaru Hanabu was chubby and drew Loli's feet on the beach.

"How much does this one cost this time?" Uesugi Tho fed her an orange.

"20,000 yen." Hanamaru Hanabu bit the oranges that were overflowing with juice, and the happiness in his mouth flowed into his heart.

It seems to be much more than last time.

Uesugi Sao sat beside her and fed the oranges in her hand to this cute and dreamy weak girl.

After feeding the oranges, he sat quietly for a while.

"Fire."

"Yeah." Huahuo, who was concentrating on painting, responded to him.

"I want to touch my chest."

The pen stopped.

Such a sudden sentence made the time in this room instantly solidify.

In an instant, everything was stiff, only the cold wind blowing from the air conditioner was swaying up and down.

Huamaru Huahuo's delicate face turned red suddenly. When the girl was sitting, she stopped the stylus in her hand, buried her head deeply, shy and weak voice:

"good......"

“It’s OK now?”

“Yes…yes…”

Uesugi Sato put his face closer and sniffed her whimpering from shame.

Because it was too close, Huamao Huahuo closed his eyes and opened his head; his face, neck to collarbone showed white lines like a brush.

"Aren't you shy?" said Uesugi.

There is no need to say such things about her, who was shy when holding a small hand in the past.

But Hanamaru Hanabu did not respond to his inquiries.

Uesugi Sato sat back on his mat.

Huamaru Huahuo, who had closed his eyes, felt nervous for a long time, but he didn't feel the touch this morning anymore.

She was as alert to the kitten as she tried to eat food, and she squinted her eyes secretly.

It took several consecutive times to be sure that he did not continue to get closer to him, and relaxed his nervous heart a little.

"I always feel that Hanawa is just blindly following my words today." Uesugi, who was correcting his sitting position, said.

Hanamaru Hanamaru glanced at his face a few more times, "Hakui... doesn't want to leave Joe..."

"So I've always said this recently?"

"Because..." Hanamaru Hanabu said vaguely, "Because girls don't let boys get close to you... they will be hated very quickly... and astringent things... also need to be satisfied..."

“…?”

A question mark slowly appeared on Uesugi's face.

Where did I learn this from? What is extremely wrong with my three views?

The network must be the network.

"Has Xiao Huahuo watched some strange things recently? For example, a stingy video?"

Huamaru Huahuo shook his head like a rattle, "No..."

"Get your phone."

"No, you can't give it to..." Hanamara Hanabu moved backwards and put his hands behind him.

"Give me a little."

Hanamaru Hanabu shook his head again, and as he was about to come over, he wanted to stand up and run away quickly.

But how could a weak girl escape the accurate Lv10 Uesugi?

With a 99% accurate probability, no mosquito can flap its wings beside him.

Uesugizo grabbed her feet directly and pulled her, who had not yet stood up, and the cushion, towards him.

Huamao Huahuo's legs kept moving.

"Don't leave, Mr. Zhao! Don't tickle!"
To be continued...