Tokyo: Starting with the Shrine Maiden

The progress is just a little slow.

However, it's not a loss to commission someone.

Upon hearing this, Hoshino Rin immediately smiled.

But when she saw Qingyan staring at her, her face flushed instantly, and she looked away in a panic.

"Wait for my notification."

Hoshino Rin turned and walked outside.

My pace was faster than usual.

A gentle breeze was blowing.

Her dress fluttered slightly, revealing her fair and smooth waist.

Not too fat, not too thin, just perfect.

It's the kind of waist that young girls get from long-term fitness training.

A surge of impulse welled up in Haruhiko's heart; he felt a strong urge to touch it.

cough cough.

He got up and walked towards the school gate.

Tsuchimikado Mari is already waiting.

He got into the car and arrived at Tachibana Yui's mansion.

After studying for another three hours, I went home.

But unexpectedly, it was Izumi who opened the door, not Yukihime.

Chapter 61 Snow Princess's Reward

"Lady Yukihime wants you to go to her room."

Before Haruhiko could ask, Izumi had already given the answer.

He nodded, took off his shoes, entered the living room, and stopped at the doorway.

"I'm coming in."

Haruhiko pushed open the door as he spoke.

Sometime later, a huge full-length mirror appeared in the room.

Yuki stood in front of it, striking various poses, as if she were taking a picture.

Haruhiko looked puzzled.

But he quickly realized the problem.

Yukihime changed her usual black stockings to white stockings.

And stockings.

Because two white straps ran along her thighs and disappeared into the mysterious area.

"How about it?"

Yuki turned around, generously displaying her two snow-white legs and white stockings.

"nice!"

Haruhiko nodded without hesitation.

"Do you say that no matter what I wear?"

Yukihime couldn't help but smile, chuckle softly, and asked.

I'll say the same thing even if you don't wear it.

Haruhiko said seriously, "Because it's not the stockings that look good."

"Not bad, there is progress."

Yukihime paused for a moment, then showed a satisfied expression and said, "I'll reward you properly after dinner."

Haruhiko felt a surge of warmth in his heart, understanding what she was saying.

"I'll wash the dishes."

Haruhiko snatched the bowls and chopsticks and ran into the kitchen.

Izumi looked puzzled.

Why is the owner suddenly so diligent today?

Haruhiko quickly rinsed the dishes, dried his hands, and returned to the living room.

But Yukihime is no longer here.

He turned around and went into the room.

Push the door open and enter.

A white figure sat on the edge of the bed, legs crossed, her jade-like legs, covered in white stockings, swaying slightly.

Yukihime gazed at him with her blue eyes, alluring yet gentle.

She smiled and pinched the hem of her skirt.

Haruhiko's blood surged instantly.

He went over and crawled into bed.

I soon felt a slight coolness on my feet.

Even through a layer of white silk.

Yukihime's beautiful blue eyes met Haruhiko's.

Her eyes were filled with tears and affection.

Continuously breaking through Haruhiko's defense.

But he didn't suffer any loss; he saw some extraordinary scenery.

A line of sky.

It gets its name from the fact that the blue sky can be seen through the gap between the two walls, which is only a thin line.

It is a rare and unique landscape.

a new day.

Haruhiko didn't wake up until nine in the morning.

It's mainly because I stayed up late last night.

He yawned.

Yukihime is no longer by my side.

The only thing that surprised him was that Izumi didn't come to wake him up.

Was it stopped by Yukihime?

Haruhiko got up and changed his clothes.

He left the room and went to the living room.

Yukihime is currently training.

She stood by the window, her graceful and voluptuous body floating with immense spiritual energy, her long silver hair billowing in the air.

Haruhiko stopped to admire the beautiful scenery.

A moment later, Yukihime opened her eyes, her long silver hair falling down.

"I cooked dumplings for you."

She turned and walked towards the kitchen, saying, "Come and eat after you've washed up."

Haruhiko snapped out of his daze and nodded.

A short while later, the two of them sat down at the dining table.

Haruhiko picked up a dumpling and put it in his mouth, his eyes lighting up.

It tastes really good.

He subconsciously looked at Yukihime opposite him.

She slightly opened her mouth, took half of the dumpling into her mouth, then licked the dumpling skin with her tongue before taking a bite.

The rich, fragrant meat juices flowed out, and some even splashed onto her red lips.

Haruhiko swallowed.

He finally understood what it meant to be visually appealing.

Our ancestors were right!