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

She wants more tenderness from Sakura, and wants to be more intimate with Sakura.

Like Sakura and Belfast.

"really?"

Sakura cupped Asama Tomo's cheeks, showing a gentle smile.

"Does Xiaozhi like me?" "Yes!"

He answered without hesitation, that was the heart that the girl had already faced squarely.

"Does Sakura like me too?"

There was a look of courage in the shy eyes.

"Xiaozhi likes to hear the truth or lies."

With a different answer, Sakura's gaze is like a bottomless abyss at the moment.

The restless heart trembled slightly, as if being splashed with a basin of cold water.

The temperature is weakening, and the hot body has become different.

She bit her lip and let out a silent sigh in her heart.

Sakura doesn't like me?

85. The definition of love

Love is a magical thing.

It's hard to even define.

Emotions, things, things, each has its own version.

Do you have so-called love for Tomo Asama?

Yes, physical love.

What she calls love is the pursuit of physical pleasure.

Is it your first death?

Or is it the first time I have seen the essence of things?

That's not important anymore.

The shoulders were pressed, and the weak side emerged.

It was a habit, a habit formed by Nyarlathotep.

Sometimes, no, every time, she had that wonderful feeling when she was with Nyarlathotep.

That is, he is just a toy that can be played with at will.

And she herself doesn't mind such a situation, as long as the person playing with her is her own.

Then everything doesn't matter, just like what Belfast (Belfast) did to itself back then.

Befa, she thought she didn't know it yet, but in fact she knew it very well.

The seal of memory is only temporary.

But she never meant to blame Biffa.

She likes that feeling and even misses it.

It's just that the current Befa can no longer do the same thing as before.

She fell in love with her completely.

Belonging to her core, her Tinder source code is full of words of love.

Some are heavy, but sometimes they are as light as a feather.

The clothes fell off in Tomo Asama's hands, revealing her snow-white skin.

Xuefeng who was being held stood upright slightly.

With a shy heart, it is difficult to judge the truth from the false.

But that is not important anymore.

What's important is the joy this process brings her, and that's what she's after now.

"Love me, okay?"

Tender words, but not at all tender in their meaning.

Excited heart, trembling hands, looking at Tomo Asama's clenched lips and blushing cheeks, Sakura stretched out her hand with a smile, guiding her what to do next.

"Anything is fine."

The whisper in the ear is like the last straw that breaks the mule and ignites a small flame in the haystack.

In the violent storm created by himself, Sakura was like that little boat, being blown vigorously by the wind and washed vigorously by the turbulent waves.

Pain, and joy.

And that was the joy she was looking for.

She was never a normal person, maybe she was, but after that operation she was nothing.

......................................................

A happy night is like a dream.

After noon and into the night.

Looking at Sakura's bloodshot body, Asama was stunned.

It was her masterpiece.

The traces left by the rope binding the skin are so obvious on the snow-white skin, and the traces of blood add a bit of poignancy to it.

"Sorry! I didn't mean to!"

Tears flowed down her cheeks, being licked by that wet little tongue.

Sour taste.

"Why are you crying?"

Sakura looked at the girl in front of her and cupped her cheeks with a smile.

She was happy, fascinated by the joy Satoshi Asama brought her.

"But....."

"That's nothing."

While saying this, Sakura's heart was a little delicate.

Is Xiaozhi pitying me?

Useless emotions, she doesn't need the so-called pity.

She held Asama Tomo's pretty face and looked into her eyes with a smile.

Tomo Asama's eyes are beautiful, clear red and cool green.

She likes this color.

"Xiaozhi's eyes are very beautiful."

Did she lean forward slightly, gently kissing Asama Tomo's eyes.

The eyes that were closed because of fear, the slightly trembling eyelashes...

"Sorry, I thought you'd like it."

Sakura smiled slightly, lowered her head slightly, this time she kissed Asama Tomo's soft lips, and opened her teeth...

A lingering plot, but this time Sakura just touches and leaves.

The gurgling sound came from someone's flat belly, it was a crisp sound.

"Want something to eat? I'll make it."

"Ugh!"

The girl opened her eyes wide, as if meeting Sakura in front of her for the first time.

Sakura can cook?

In the kitchen, as a maid, Belfast felt a big failure, his cooking skills were not as good as Sakura's!

Slightly clenched fists, crimson cheeks are the maid's unwillingness.

I really failed!

"Has Nayuta gone back yet?"

Sakura was stir-frying the dishes in her hand, her skillful actions were obviously not her first day in the kitchen.

In the past, when she was still chasing moths, she learned a lot there.

Although the original intention was to take care of Gracie's child.

Something seemed wrong, but that didn't matter.

The tempting aroma wafted in the air, and Sakura had already heard the answer she wanted.

The child had already gone back, and seemed to be a little angry.

Go and appease the little guy tomorrow.

Thinking of this, the movement in his hand didn't stop there.

Turn off the heat, then continue to stir-fry a little bit and then put it directly on the plate.

There is also rice and so on, and it has been heated up now.

"Let's have a taste."

Sakura sat on the chair, she didn't take the chopsticks, but looked at the three people in front of her with a smile.

Beltfast, Tomo Asama, and Lungominyard.

The god-sama with a big appetite came here from the backyard after smelling it.

"Then I'll start."

"Me too."

"I...forget it."

Lungominyard gave up the so-called words and went straight to the hands.

Two minutes later, the rice bowl that was originally filled with white rice was empty, and there was no trace of rice grains to be found. Lungominiad was already in the third bowl, but that was the last night, the rice left in the pot It was all in her flat belly.

"Big failure!"

The maid gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

It was hard for her to accept that her master's cooking was so much better than hers.

"do not worry about it."

Sakura came behind Belfast at some point, stroking her silver-white hair.

"I really like the food cooked by Befa."

The gentle words put a faint crimson color on the maid's fair cheeks.

"really?"

"Really, I wish Buffa could cook for me forever, okay?"

"of course can!"