I, Sakura Matou, the third seat of Chasing Fire!

night.

Sakura obediently sat on her mother's plump lap.

Her wet hair was being gently wiped with a towel.

"Don't do things like that again, okay?"

The gentle voice sounded slowly, but it seemed to carry other emotions.

"Mother, did I do something wrong?"

"Ah."

Aponia put down the wet towel in her hand, and then gently hugged her lovely child in her arms.

"They're just kids."

child.......

Sakura was a little silent.

Just because of this?

But they obviously did something to you, mother.

If not, Sister Maria happened to come over and stop them, then the chair would be thrown on Mother.

Why is that kind of person qualified to live in this world.

Obviously life is equally fragile, and some people have not let go of the slightest evil, but their lives are still ruthlessly taken away.

And some people have committed evil but are qualified to live in this world.

Obviously life is equally fragile, why can't the dead commit evil, but those who have not committed evil?

It is good to say that people are born with...

Interrupted thoughts, strange feelings rippling in my heart.

unhappy.

I want to be with the cat......Pado sister.

Mother... I hate it.

Obviously I am not wrong.

"Sakura..." Without answering, she gently broke away from her mother's arm.

With the pulled quilt covering her body, she slowly closed her eyes, her consciousness plunged into rootless darkness.

Mother... I hate it.

I don't want to bother...Mother...

270 five, children who lose their temper

"Mother, I'm full." The plain words lost the vitality of the past.

Turn around and leave without stopping.

Aponia sat there blankly, silent for a long time.

She slowly picked up the tissue and gently wiped her body.

She kept thinking, did she really do something wrong?

But did I really do something wrong?

That is also two lives!

A sigh, with unspeakable sadness.

Sakura.....my child.

She tidied up the messy clothes, felt the still full feeling, and bit her soft lips lightly with her white teeth.

That kid didn't eat much at all.

Are you already hating me?

This kind of......

No, absolutely not!

She couldn't imagine the days when she was hated by Sakura!

that child!

Suddenly came to the window, and the child was nowhere to be seen in the vast backyard of the nursing home.

The silk thread is undulated, connecting the air.

No smell of sakura!

yes... have you left...

The white teeth bit the pink lips hard, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed down.

Britney's Bakery.

The bakery is not open yet.

"After all, it's only past six o'clock. Your sister and I usually don't get up so early."

Although Britney, who was wearing pajamas, said so, she still opened the back door for the little cutie outside.

"

Like a child seeking comfort, Sakura hugged Britney tightly in front of her.

The legs under the nightdress were tightly hugged, and Britney's pretty face flushed slightly due to her sensitive physique.

But what happened to this child?

How come it came so early.

What happened to that nun?

Although her heart was full of doubts, Britney still hugged Sakura first.

If you continue to let this little guy hold your leg, something embarrassing will happen!

She didn't want to be like that either, but her body was just like that, she was born like that, and there was nothing she could do about it!

Close the door and return to your room with the child in your arms.

The room is not big, there is no complicated decoration, and the whole tone is a frigid style.

"Little guy, what do you think of my sister's room?"

Looking at the little guy in her arms, Britney raised her head slightly.

When she was decorating this room, she had been busy for a long time!

After all, it is the room I want to live in, so naturally I have to plan it carefully.

In addition, if it is not pleasing to the eye in the future, it will be a super big trouble to redecorate.

So in order to avoid future troubles, she worked hard for a long time during the renovation.

I do most of the things by myself.

"like."

Sakura's answer was as simple as ever, and that was enough for Britney.

After all, she is Sakura, her favorite child.

Under the warm blanket, Britney seemed to be dreaming.

She had always wanted to let the child stay with her overnight, but because of the nun lady, this idea was just a fantasy.

And now, this idea has been realized a third.

She has always thought about holding the little guy and hiding under the warm blanket like this.

The little guy is so soft, it's like a special pillow.

No, it's more comfortable than a pillow.

If she had to find an extremely apt description, then she thought it should be an otaku who had been single for many years and suddenly drew a magic circle to summon a succubus when his mind was out of control.

Then the magic circle really summoned a succubus.

After a period of unspeakable XXOO stories, the fragrant and soft succubus became the succubus of the otaku.

Maybe that's how it feels?

Looking at the little guy who was squinting slightly in her arms, Britney's eyes were extraordinarily warm.

She gently stroked the little guy's back, her light blue pupils were full of tenderness.

"Did something happen?"

Running over so early was absolutely impossible in the past.

Although she was not in that convalescence, she knew one thing very well.

That is the nun mother who is very attached to this little guy.

That is definitely not a secret to her.

After all, this little guy told her a lot about the story between her and her nun mother.

Sometimes she could even hear her blushing and her heart beating.

It's obviously a normal thing, but...

Maybe it's not the little guy's problem, but her problem.

Who made her secretly a bad woman who likes to mess around!

When she thought of the sketches she had hidden in the drawer of the desk beside her, and then looked at the little guy in her arms, snuggling against her chest.

A strong sense of guilt can't help but well up in my heart.

I am really a.....bad woman!

Touching the girl's hair color that was almost the same as that of the nun, Britney asked softly, "Did you lose your temper with your mother?"

"No."

Completely buried her cheeks in the soft snowy peaks under Britney's pajamas.

The hot air between breaths penetrated through the thin fabric and gently patted the delicate skin.

Although it wasn't as sensitive as her legs, a blush still lingered on Britney's face.

The heartbeat speed is also gradually accelerating.

This kid really is...

The uncontrollable Britney held the little guy tightly in her arms.

She bit her lips lightly, and there seemed to be a thin gleam of water in her light blue eyes.

"Is it really?"

No matter how he looked, he always looked like he was having a temper tantrum with that nun.

Although I don't really want to say that, but if something hadn't happened, this little guy would never have come to her so early.

After all, the nun lady is the little guy's mother, and also the little guy's favorite mother.

Sometimes she wondered if the little one was really the child of that nun, Alponia.

But that kind of thing is also just a fantasy.

Osamu

Although women are not unable to marry.

But the story called Alponia is still known to many people.