In the sound of spring insects chirping from the atrium, Hanacheng Apricot was in the bathroom, bending down to take off her straight skirt.

The bathroom door was tightly closed, so she didn't have to hide anything, and her snow-white ass was raised high, like two plump peaches.

First, pick up the black corset belt of the suspenders and loop it around the waist, then roll up the sock tube of the suspender stockings, stretch the two slender jade legs into it in turn, pull it all the way to the middle of the thighs, and finally buckle the round metal buckle at the top of the socks with the buckle of the corset ring.

Once you're done with your socks, straighten up.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Hanacheng Apricot pulled the crotch of her underwear with her hand and straightened it up.

The action is elegant and demure, without losing its sexy and hot.

After putting on the black silk suspenders, she put on a black straight-leg hip skirt again, and then found a pair of black velvet high heels to wear on her little feet.

The housewife in the mirror is calm and sexy, and her figure and face match the formal suit.

Hanajo Kyoko stood in front of the waiting mirror, swaying and twisting her waist a few times, so that the conservative black bra fit her body, while thinking in her heart: It would be nice if her breasts were a little bigger, so that she could catch up with Sister Fu......

She actually thought about the same thought more than once.

She is very envious of Sister Xun.

Whether it is Sister Xun's appearance or figure, or her character, her experience, and her ability...... And, of course, her awesome son.

Thinking like this, Huacheng Apricot put on a cold expression in the mirror and said softly: "Sister Xun, I'm going to face your son with this sexy look now, to be honest, I feel a little ashamed of you." But don't worry, this is the last time...... So ......"

A strange thought came to the old aunt's heart.

It's the last time anyway, so you might as well be bold......

"Because there's no aftermath, I should make a memorable impression on him, right?" She asked the person in the mirror, as if she regarded the other party as a good girlfriend, "Sister Xun, if you don't agree, you just shake your head, and then scold me." ”

There was a long silence in the bathroom.

No one shook their heads, and no one spoke.

"It's decided!" Hanashiro Kyoko convinces herself.

Originally, she planned to go out directly, but she temporarily changed her mind and sat down in front of the washstand.

The bangs were lifted with a headband, the cheeks were covered with liquid foundation, the appropriate light makeup was put on, the lips were carefully coated with a light lipstick, the nails were carefully trimmed into ten oval pink crafts, and a small amount of perfume was sprayed on the wrists.

After all the preparations, the old aunt checked her appearance in the mirror.

How old do I look?

If I told him that I was only twenty-five years old, could I fool him?

Ah, no.

His mother is thirty-seven, how can he believe that I am only twenty-five......

Woo~

I'm really an old aunt......

When she came back from her long frustration, Hanajo Kyoko suddenly found that she had begun to worry about age......

"Hanajo Apricot, you're looking more and more like a fool!"

She pointed to the person in the mirror and scolded, and then put on the strong woman style of the cold president, and raised her eyebrows: "What age are you worried about?" If he dares to dislike it, he will directly kill him-"

With that, she unbuttoned her shirt a little and applied a layer of brown eyeshadow powder to her career.

It's a visual art.

When there is a light, it can make the chest look more straight!

After making sure that there were no flaws in her whole body, Hanajo Apricot took a few deep breaths, calmed down her complicated feelings of guilt, apprehension and excitement, and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

When she saw the teenager by the window, her heart was extremely entangled.

No matter how you say it, it's all the sons of best friends, and I'm not only sorry for my best friend like him, but also sorry for him...... He is a child, he can be willful, but he is an adult, and as an adult, he has to think more and be more responsible......

As when we watched "The Witch's Condition" together that night, she said, "As an elder, you shouldn't cause so much trouble to the younger party." If it's her, even if you have love, you have to restrain yourself......"

So, she has to be more restrained!

"Uh-huh, I got ......"

Iinuma Xun was on the phone with his mother at this time to report, and when he saw Hanacheng Kyoko coming out, he asked, "Aunt Kyoko is here, do you want to talk to her." ”

"Let her come." Mom said lazily.

The boy handed over the phone, and Kyoko Hanajo subconsciously tidied up her clothes and hair, and walked towards the bed elegantly.

"Dada~"

The crisp and loud sound of high heels is transmitted to the mobile phone.

Mom frowned, thinking that it was a big night, or at home, why did her girlfriend wear high heels?

Could it be to increase the attack speed for his son?

"Hey, Sister Xun?" Kyoko Hanashiro took the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Iinuma immediately squatted on the edge of the bed.

The gaze followed her soft legs, swept over the slender but fleshy calves, and came to the high heels.

He picked up the two heels.

Kyoko Hanajo glared at him, then raised her gaze to look out the window.

Black velvet heels with a dash of diamonds on the upper.

As soon as the light shone down, the diamonds sparkled like shining stars embedded in the dark sky.

Noble, elegant......

Isuna Iinuma held the soles of her shoes with both hands.

Such beautiful shoes are so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off them.

"Apricot, you've been doing a good job lately......" The old mother, who is far away in Hokkaido and has a green head that can run a horse, smiled weirdly, "I heard Ah Xun say that you eat well and sleep well, and even the fat in your lower abdomen has grown a lot of ......"

Hearing this, Huacheng Apricot's eyes drooped slightly.

Looking at the young man who was obsessed with his shoes, the corners of the old aunt's mouth lifted slightly, thinking: Sister Xun, I won't be fooled.

"I've been doing quite well lately, because of Ah Xun's care, the mental pressure is not so great, and my appetite has returned...... Fat, though? What fat? Is that kid saying that about me behind my back? Really, how can you talk nonsense like that, how can he see my lower abdomen......"

Iinuma Mama: "......"

Tsk, I didn't say anything, I was not happy......

"You're going to lie, Aunt Kyoko......" Iinuma teased in a low voice.

Hanajo Apricot's eyelids drooped and looked at him coldly.

The aunt didn't say anything and scolded him, but her little feet were slightly raised, and the tips of her high heels poked his chest twice as a sign of punishment.

These two stabs made Iinuma Xun's heart itch.

His hand rubbed his aunt's round ankle a few times, and he casually took off the two high heels on her feet.

The delicate jade feet wrapped in black silk are perfectly presented.

It's the first time Iinuma has seen these little feet wrapped in stockings.

The thin black stockings couldn't block the faint blood veins on the back of her feet, and the shape of her feet was crystal clear and jade like delicate handicrafts; Ten cute toes, round and delicate, arranged like peas in a pea pod, the toe of the toe made the stitches at the front of the stockings somewhat transparent, making her pale pink toes faintly visible.

Little feet were played with by him again......

Although she was already familiar with this feeling, out of her female reserved instinct, Hanajo Kyoko shrank her feet.

"Don't be too ...... to the motion"

Iinuma dragged her feet back and held them in the palm of his hand to admire them.

After playing for a while, he stepped forward and sniffed, because it was the stockings he had just changed, and they did not smell too heavy, but still exuded a fragrance of laundry detergent, which gave him the idea of trying the taste in his heart.