People are killing ghosts: starting from taking care of Mrs. Kui Zhi

The woman is holding a piece of clothing that looks like a doudou, with a pattern similar to cherry blossoms carved on it. The lines are delicate, just like the petals of cherry blossoms falling gently in the spring breeze. It was probably made by the woman herself.

However, this stitch-by-stitch pattern that condenses the woman was torn apart as ruthlessly as her clothes at this moment.

Along with the clothes were black stockings.

Those silk stockings that once displayed the charm of women are now in pieces, like fallen leaves in autumn, drifting in the wind, with an inexplicable beauty.

Obviously, these black stockings and the bellyband are the same. They can no longer be worn. They may need to be re-slit before they can be worn again so that they can bloom again.

Probably because of this, the hand could only put down the clothes in frustration.

After a moment, the woman stretched out her arm again and reached for the bed cabinet next to the bed.

The woman's arms are slender and white, like willow branches in winter, exuding a delicate beauty. It just took a little distance to open the cabinet, which forced the mistress of the arm to poke more parts out of the mosquito net. As she moved, the warm sunlight filtered through the gaps in the mosquito net and fell on her exposed skin.

Her skin was as white as jade, smooth and delicate, like the finest porcelain, which made people marvel.

The gentle sunlight fell on the woman's back along the gaps in the mosquito net, and her beautiful back was as charming as jade.

The lines are elegant and smooth, exuding a unique feminine charm.

Soon, the bed cabinet was opened, and the arm that reached out from the mosquito net quickly took a piece of clothing from it, and then quickly retracted the mosquito net.

When the mosquito net is closed, no gap is left.

There was a rustling sound inside.

Then, the mosquito net was opened, and a pair of white jade feet poked out from inside. Those feet were as small and exquisite as delicate porcelain, making people unable to take their eyes away.

The woman stretched out her jade hands, twisted up the thick cotton socks next to her, and hid her jade feet deep in the thick cotton socks.

Then a woman in a sweater emerged from the mosquito net.

The sweater is soft gray and fits her plump and round body.

The lines of the sweater rise and fall with the woman's figure, outlining graceful curves.

The woman originally wanted to take a few steps, but her beautiful brows suddenly frowned, and her little hands couldn't help but cover her belly.

She looked back at the man sleeping under the mosquito net with a flash of complicated emotions in her eyes.

Probably thinking of something, his lips curled up unconsciously, and then he puffed up his cheeks.

A hint of resentment appeared on the woman's pretty face at this moment. She was one part shy, four parts springy, and very satisfied.

At this moment, seeing the man's peaceful sleeping face, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and smile lightly.

He walked to the bed again, stretched out his hand, and gently tidied the bedding.

For Kamado Aoi, it feels a little strange now, and she feels more at ease in her heart. Generally speaking, it is like there is an extra pillar in the family, and she no longer needs her weak shoulders to support everything. In her soft and helpless body, Sometimes, there will also be a warm shoulder

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PS: Because the last chapter was reviewed, it was revised and I was prompted to make corrections, and then I revised it again, and then I was prompted to make corrections again... Almost all the time today was wasted there.

Therefore, this chapter is probably the only one left today, and because revising it takes too much energy and energy, this chapter is also a bit incoherent, so please forgive me.