Fuji looked at Sakuraichi, his long and curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and unconsciously, his hands gently crossed Sakuraichi's waist and took her into his arms, as long as he held this soft and fragrant body, a strong sense of satisfaction emerged in his heart, making him want more, more, sighed lightly, and said helplessly: "Sakuraichi is very smart." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Although the soft tone sounds very helpless, it is more of a subtle pampering.

Sakuraichi looked up at him slightly, his delicate and beautiful face was always that elegant smile like the wind, very soft, and very kind, the ends of chestnut hair always swept his face, itchy, with a strange feeling, like a trickle into the bottom of his heart, rippling faintly ripples. The fragrance of dry plants that belongs to him surrounds him, warm and comfortable.

"I said, I'll go." Although I thought about sneaking, Sakuraichi wouldn't say it stupidly, it would be too damaging to the image. But looking at his delicate face, Sakuraichi was particularly annoyed, so he stretched out his hands to pinch Fuji's cheeks, and asked while pinching, Rao was so, and his tone was still indifferent, indifferent, and said:

"Why do you keep laughing?" As he spoke, he patted it gently, and after seeing the red marks on Fuji's beautiful face, he stopped his movements with satisfaction, and said unforgivingly: "It's so ugly to laugh." ”

"Sakuraichi doesn't like me to laugh?" Fuji tightened his grip on Sakuraichi's hand, bringing Sakuraichi closer to him, and through the barrier of clothes, he could clearly feel Sakuraichi's heartbeat, jumping and jumping, so similar to his own frequency.

Smiling softly, Fuji found that Sakuraichi no longer rejected his approach, he was previously isolated three steps away, beyond this distance, it was fist education or slap training, and now, he has successfully entered Sakuraichi's realm, not only entered, but also able to hold her soft body, although he can't make more moves including kissing, but this should be considered progress. From the initial rejection to the current ignorance, and perhaps then to the acceptance in the future, it won't be long before Sakuraichi can be labeled as him.

Airplanes~

Smack-

With a muffled sound, Fuji steadily caught Sakura's fist in the face, and then slowly spoke, with a faint helplessness in his tone, "Sakuraichi ・・・・・"

"What are you laughing at?" Sakura retracted her fist and opened her mouth indifferently, although the smile on Fuji's face was still the same as before, but for some reason, she could see that this guy was laughing, and he was laughing very happily, and when he was happy, she was not happy.

Silly?

Fuji's smile was slightly stiff, but it was only for a moment, he stretched out the hand that had just held Sakuraichi's fist and gently brushed her long hair hanging down her shoulders, feeling the coldness and smoothness of the hair, and said softly: "Sakuraichi can cut her hair shorter." ”

"There are scissors there." Sakuraichi raised his chin and motioned him to look at the dresser, then turned around and walked to the wardrobe, the two-meter-long hair slowly lengthened from Fuji's hands, and then slid down, Fuji glanced at the scissors on the dresser, and then at Sakuraichi's long hair, and said with a smile: "Does Sakuraichi want me to cut it for you?" I don't care, if you don't mind wearing a hard hat. ”

"If you shave your head, I'll cut it." Sakura didn't turn her mouth to speak, then opened the closet, looked at the clothes inside for a while, and frowned slightly, "Hey, what clothes to wear for a date?" Shouting, turning his head to look at Fuji, it doesn't matter if you don't look at it, this look, Sakura's eyes narrowed suddenly, and the dangerous aura gradually spread, that guy, actually picked up the scissors and tried the feel there.

"Sakuraichi's words look good in anything." Hearing Sakuraichi's words, Fuji turned his head and replied at the same time.

"Hey, come here and choose for me."

Sakuraichi's voice was as indifferent as ever, but Fuji still felt the annoyance and the somewhat dangerous gaze, looked down at the scissors in his hand, and knew what the reason was, and said with a smile: "Now, didn't Sakuraichi want to cut his hair?" ”

"You idiot, who's going to cut !!" Sakura roared angrily, "Help me find my clothes." ”

"Don't you know what to wear?"

"Hmm," Sakura nodded, reverting to her usual indifference, "I've never been on a date, so I don't know what to wear." ”

"Yes." Fuji put down the scissors in his hand and came to the door of the closet, and when he saw the clothes in the closet, he couldn't help but be stunned, and turned his head to look at Sakuraichi next to him, "Do you usually wear these?" ”

"Isn't that right?" Sakura poked her head out and looked at the clothes in the closet, there were seven sets of formal suits of various colors, then four sets of sportswear, a set of school uniforms that had never been worn, a set of captain's uniforms of the King of Spades, a set of Qingxue Zheng's uniforms, and a set of beige pajamas, a blue and white plaid short sleeve and a pair of jeans, all gone.

"I only wear sportswear at home." Sakuraichi said, pointing to the tracksuits, then to the plaid short-sleeved and jeans, "This is what Fujiwara bought for me." ”

Hearing this, Fuji felt a little crying and laughing, never thought that Sakuraichi's life would be so simple. Suddenly, his eyes fell on the innermost corner of the wardrobe, where a light brown scarf hung quietly on the hanger, and the white bear pattern at the lower end smiled with the corners of his mouth crooked. Looking at the scarf, somewhere in my heart gradually softened.

This is his scarf, which he put on her outside the school gate of Lihai University on February 28.

Sakuraichi stood next to Fuji and watched him find clothes for himself, and couldn't help but feel a little bored, so bored that he began to look at Fuji's clothes.

The pale yellow crewneck undershirt was covered with a black mid-length coat, which made his height of 183 more slender and handsome, and he also had a pocket camera hanging on his wrist, and I don't know what he was going to do with it. The black jeans were worn on his body, neither loose nor tight, and his legs looked extremely slender, but the elasticity of the jeans did not know how.

Thinking about it, Sakuraichi wanted to reach out and poke it, however, when his hand reached halfway, Sakuraichi suddenly stopped his movements and looked at Fuji's clothes, there seemed to be something shiny in his purse, which felt very interesting.

So, the corners of his mouth raised, a sly smile flashed in his eyes, and his hand reached into Fuji's purse to find it.

Capturing Sakura's cunning at a glance, Fuji didn't say anything, just watched her movements a little helplessly, and her delicate and beautiful face was dyed with a little imperceptible pampering and indulgence, and at the same time took down a set of black tracksuits.

"Mirrors?" When she touched this shiny thing, Sakura raised her eyebrows, glanced at Fuji, and then looked at the mirror in her hand, and after repeating it three times, she raised her chin, "Hey, it's worthy of being a pseudo-mother, and she actually carries a small mirror with her." ”

As soon as he heard this, Rao was as elegant as ever, and the smile on his face faintly showed cracked traces.