Transcendent of Type-Moon Gensokyo - Chapter 1272
Chapter 1272
From birth to the age of seven, only her parents and Sentaro treated her best in the entire village. That cousin had already entered the heart of love. Even if Liang Yiluo had been with her for six years, the appearance of the young man in the mountain village was absolutely impossible to make love. forget.
If the current Sentaro is more like her ignorant first love, then the current Liang Yi Luo is the father and brother who cared for her.
Seeing the look of love, Liang Yiluo knew her choice.
“So, so love, you go to meet your own destiny…”
Liang Yi Luo’s gentle eyes gradually lost its temperature, which may be the inevitable fate.
“Sorry, Mr. Luo…”
Ai apologized softly, she looked at the clear stream in front of her, stood up, Ruyu put her fingers on her waist, and suddenly untied the ribbon from her waist, lacking the restraint of the ribbon. Even the fine silk couldn’t cover her smooth body, and the red bathrobe just slid down her beautiful skin.
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The red yukata slipped to the ground, and Ai’s skin, which was smoother than silk, was exposed to the air.
The white jade-like body was a little too slippery, shimmering in the sunlight.
The petite girl is less than 1.6 meters tall, and the whole person is very small. With a light hug, she can be hugged and spoiled in her arms, and her hair like ink is sprinkled on the delicate back. The black and white colors are in contrast, forming a beautiful picture.
Ai gently tucked her hair with her hand, the blue silk flying, drifting in the midday breeze, and draped it on her shoulders in a patchwork manner.
The girl’s crisp **** are like two small poached eggs, completely undeveloped. The two pink dots attract people’s attention. Ai just turned her head and glanced at Liang Yi Luo, not caring that her body was cleaned by him. , Stepping away from the white legs, step by step into the stream.
The summer creek warmed people’s hearts, Love snorted softly, closed his eyes like enjoyment, and the whole person slowly sank into the water, leaving only black hair floating on the water like night.
She closed her eyes and felt the coolness of the stream, then hummed to send the Seventh Son, lying on her back on the stream of the stream, drifting with the flow.
The stream reflects the brilliance of the sun, forming a crystal clear like a kaleidoscope. Love gently swings her little feet, happily like a small fish, rippling happily on the surface of the stream.
She took a deep breath, feeling the fragrance of flowers brought by the fresh air and the hustle and bustle of the wind.
“Mr. Luo, how long will you stay here?”
Ai knows that it is impossible for a person like Liangyiluo to stay in this shabby mountain village for a long time. Being able to stay with her for six years has already made Ai feel a little weird.
“I’m afraid I will leave soon…”
Liang Yiluo answered the question of love without hesitation at all.
“That’s it…”
Ai lay on her back in the water, looking at the clean sky, her brown eyes were a little hazy, she didn’t know what she was thinking.
“Love, do you like Sentaro?”
Liang Yiluo’s eyes were on the stream, and the tender body of love was reflected in his eyes, but he didn’t have any extra thoughts, just asked calmly.
Hearing the words of Liang Yi Luo, Love’s cheeks reddened, and the whole person’s momentum sank, almost sinking into the stream.
“I… I don’t know… I care about Sentaro very much, but I can’t tell the feeling.”
In the face of unfamiliar people, love doesn’t speak much, but when facing people who are already familiar, she is like an ordinary girl, letting go of her doll-like exquisite restraint, which will give people gentleness and warmth.
“Mr. Luo, what do you mean by like?”
“I can’t teach you this, you need to find the answer yourself, love…”
“Well, that’s really weird, hum ”
Ai hummed twice, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, swimming in the stream.
“Won’t Mr. Luo come down? The stream in summer is really comfortable.”
Closed eyes to enjoy the coolness, love is no different between men and women, and invites Liang Yiluo to go into the water with her.
“There must be a protection between men and women, love…If I am away, would you still invite other men?”
“Mr. Luo doesn’t matter, right…”
Ai said it for granted, as if it’s not a big deal to be naked in front of him.
Liang Yiluo can’t laugh or cry. Although the 13-year-old child knows some of the differences between men and women, he doesn’t know much about things between the sexes.
“You…”
He smiled helplessly, this didn’t think he was a man, maybe there was something wrong with his education.
Although he helped Ai change her clothes, she was less than ten years old at that time. After she was ten, Liang Yiluo never changed her clothes personally.
Liang Yiluo raised his head and looked at the sky. He suddenly stood up, walked slowly to the side of the stream, and picked up the clothes that Ai had stacked on the water’s edge.
“What’s wrong? Mr. Luo?”
“The time is up, let’s go back, love…”
“Is it so early today?”
Ai was a little puzzled. She learned the way the Liangyi had set before, and calculated the time through the position of the sun, and found that today was going back much earlier than when she came out.
“Because your time is running out, love…”
Liang Yiluo said with a smile, the words were very meaningful.
“Yep!”
Although he did not understand the meaning of Liang Yiluo, Ai responded to him obediently and swam back to the shore from the stream, standing in front of Liang Yiluo with the beautiful carcass with drops of water under the sound of the splashing water.
The hibiscus comes out of the water, and it is naturally carved.
Ai flicked her hair, a few drops of water splashed out, and a few more clear drops dripped from the curtain of her head and sprinkled on her feet.
“Although it is summer, beware of the cold.”
Liang Yiluo took out a white bath towel, Ai walked to him very well, letting Liang Yiluo wipe her body with the bath towel.
“I see, Mr. Luo…”
Ai smiled, and her petite body rubbed against Liang Yiluo’s arms.
‘Sure enough, he was still a child. ’
Liang Yiluo chuckled twice, wiped the drops of water on her body, and dried her soaked hair.
Picking up the white underwear under the yukata and draping it over her beautiful body, she accidentally touched her skin. The 13-year-old girl, as smooth as milk, can’t wait to be rubbed into her arms.
If it was Liang Yi Luo a long time ago, this time he either turned his head shyly or couldn’t help but hug her with his inner impulse. But now, he is like a daughter, dressed for love and put on a red bathrobe.