"Come, snow and rain, sleep in the middle. ”

"Eh~ Is it that I am sleeping in the middle?"

"That's right, let Xueyu feel like an emperor. ”

"Huh?"

"Hug left and right. ”

"But it would be a little too strange for the queen to sleep between the two concubines. ”

"Okay, Queen Mother, please sleep peacefully, and let the concubine serve you. ”

"Normally, you'd be murdered. ”

"Hahahaha. ”

"Hmph. ”

"Alright, come in, Xueyu. ”

I was forcibly pulled into the quilt by Zhou Lihui, although the pillow is still relatively wide, but after all, the three of them sleep together, and they are still a little close to each other.

"Actually, when I first met Rie, I was worried about whether I could get along. ”

"Haha, now. ”

"I think it's a lot of fun. ”

"It's embarrassing to say that all the time. ”

Zhou Lihui said, but he didn't look embarrassed at all.

"There's also a feeling of strength inside. ”

"It's also often said that you don't think about things without your brain. ”

"There's a sense of, well, very upright. ”

"Miss Shiyue is also very straightforward, not pretentious at all, but snow and rain, always feel a little hypocritical. ”

"Hee-hee, I'm sorry, Ri-e. ”

"I don't hate that. ”

"I don't hate it, Snow Rain. ”

"Shouldn't I be very grateful? ”

"Hahaha, let's cry with gratitude. ”

"Is there really such a thing as being so grateful that you cry bitterly?"

"Eh, isn't there an idiom called gratitude?"

"Maybe it's because I'm being helped in a particularly difficult time. ”

"Well, it makes sense, it seems that the language has been saved, Xueyu. ”

"Hee-hee. ”

"I always feel that the topics we talk about are too worthless, and as high school girls, we should talk about some more advanced topics. ”

"For example?"

"How to be a popular girl. ”

"Hee-hee. ”

"Tear your face, Snow Rain. ”

"Sorry"

Before Zhou Lihua's words were finished, his hands had already moved.

"Isn't pear painting popular enough?"

"Well, it's just a matter of getting more attention. ”

"What does it feel like to be in the limelight. ”

"I'm so happy, everyone cares about me. ”

"That's it, no wonder pear painting is so lively. ”

"The right moon should also be lively, don't be like snow and rain, basically don't talk much. ”

"Rika, I'm wondering, how do I turn into a sandbag?"

"Oh, haha. ”

"The fate of the snow and rain, the sandbag is very bitter, and it will be hung up and beaten every day. ”

"Well, I'd better think about it a little more. ”

"How's it going, Snow Rain, does it feel like a sandbag?"

Zhou Lihui gently patted my waist and said.

"It's an itchy feeling, probably. ”

"Eh~ So I want to hear Xueyu's lovely laughter again. ”

"If you laugh and get angry, you probably won't be able to use it. ”

"Hahahaha. ”

"Forget it, sleep and sleep. ”

"Good night, snow and rain, suitable for the moon. ”

"Hmm~ I'm asleep too, and I'm tired of talking. ”

"Good night, little Yueyue. ”

"Good night, snow and rain. ”

#

"Whew~ It's a little cool. ”

"I feel a little cold. ”

"Where do you go next?"

"Don't worry, I've already arranged a car and can go directly to the seaside hotel. ”

Mourning took Du Qinggui's hand and walked off the plane, out of the airport, a man in a black uniform and white gloves had been waiting in front of the car door for a long time.

"I've been waiting. ”

"Please, Mr. Mourning, Miss Du. ”

After dropping off the host at the guesthouse, the black car left, but was the first to arrive whenever needed.

Walking into the room, the first thing Du Qinggui saw was candles and dinner on the balcony.

"Won't it be cold when you put it there?"

"No, I just asked them to bring it up. ”

"How's it going, are you hungry?"

"I was a little hungry and had been on the plane for so long. ”

"Let's clean up and have dinner first. ”

"Hmm. ”

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"It's quite hearty. ”

"Of course, it's all cooked by celebrity chefs. ”

"I feel like if I were alone, I wouldn't have the luxury of having this kind of dinner in my life. ”

"It's okay, it's your birthday, it's okay to be extravagant. ”

"It looks like it's a birthday. ”

"I'm sorry for you. ”

"It's even better to say 'thank you'. ”

"Well, thank you. ”

"But isn't there a symbolic cake?"

"You can let them do it if you want. ”

"No, the cake is not delicious, most of it is used for fun. ”

"That's why it's not pointed. ”

Dinner is served with a variety of world specialties and local specialties.

"It's a bit unfinished, it's wasteful. ”

"You can tell them to keep it for tomorrow, but I guess they haven't served that kind of request yet. ”

"I'm sorry. ”

"It's okay, thrift is a good character. ”

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"I'm full, what about the rest?"

"I'll tell them to clean up. ”

The mourning oracle sent a brief text message, and less than a minute later, a knock was heard on the door.

After opening the door, three well-trained women and two men came in, and they packed up all their things in two or three clicks, and before leaving, the leader did not forget to bow.

"It's not like taking away the leftovers, it's like you're going to eat them somewhere. ”

"They should have a rule that they can't dump leftovers in front of the guests because it's not aesthetically pleasing. ”

"That's right, it's no wonder. ”

"You go take a shower first. ”

"Won't you wash it together?"

"I want to wash it separately today. ”

"Okay. ”

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After washing each other, Du Qinggui wrapped a bath towel and lay on the mourning body of the mourning oracle who was only wearing a pair of underwear.

"Won't you close the curtains?"

"The moonlight is beautiful. ”

"It's going to be a little shy. ”

"Then you go and pull it up. ”

"Oh. ”

After closing the curtains, the room was pitch black, obviously it was a hotel, but I couldn't hear any sound around it, and there was a dead silence.

Du Qinggui got into the quilt and lay on the body of the mourning oracle again.

"Don't you like it so dark?"

Mourning said with a smile.

"Well, it feels safer where you can't see the light. ”

Mourning Yu raised Du Qinggui's chin and said.

"I hope you can brighten your heart, not like me. ”

After saying that, he kissed it.

Du Qinggui, who was kissed, put his backhand around the neck of the mourning oracle, and seemed to be very proficient.

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