READ WEBNOVEL 【10】Mother, Why Are You Here?
...Zzzz
Late at night.
With the help of Nezuko and Tanjirou.
The children have all fallen into sweet dreams.
Kamado Aoieda slept next door when Kamado Tanjuro was still there.
Kamado Tanjuro continued to be like this even after his death.
Otherwise, where would there be so many children?
There was silence all around, except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Moonlight poured in through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating a corner of the room.
in the dark.
The sound of pushing the door came to my ears.
Gen Kujo opened his eyes warily.
Just in time to see a bumpy figure walking in.
Her steps were light and made no sound, like a cat jumping in the dark.
Besides Kui Zhi, who else could have such a figure?
What are you doing here, Kui Zhi?
Of course he is very clear.
But what’s the starting point?
In the end, it was because we were not together during the day.
It was because she went to Dabao Sword today that she was jealous.
This all remains to be investigated.
It only takes a moment.
Countless thoughts appeared in Gen Kujo's mind.
Until the abdomen was squeezed by a soft mass.
He turned his head and met Mrs. Kui Zhi's eyes.
See Gen Kujo awake.
Mrs. Kui Zhi was not too surprised.
She slowly approached Gen Kujo with graceful and charming movements, like a beautiful swan.
The unique aroma exuding from the body.
Gen Kujo couldn't help but feel his heart beat faster.
Gen Kujo turned his head and looked at the sleeping child.
(￢_￢)aiming
Look at the sunflower branch again.
Eyes convey meaning.
Very simple.
Isn't this appropriate?
The children are all around!
Kui Zhi had no intention of stopping.
He gently placed his hand on Gen Kujo's shoulder and shook his head gently.
Smiling, she put her fingers on her pretty red lips.
Make a "shush" sound to remind him to keep quiet.
......(′-﹏-`；)
I miss the sun so much!
at this point.
Gen Kujo comes from instinct.
He gently held Kui Zhi's hand.
The gentle touch of your fingertips feels like a heart-to-heart connection.
The two's breathing.
Becoming urgent in this silent space.
The ambiguous atmosphere between them became more and more intense.
"Mother, why are you here?"
Nezuko's voice was like a basin of cold water, pouring down from head to toe.
The ambiguous movements between the two came to an abrupt end.
in the room.
The tatami floor is divided into two areas.
Gen Kujo lay at one end with the boys of his family.
Nezuko and Hanako lay on the opposite side. Because Rokuta was still young, Nezuko always took care of her.
So Kamado Rokuta also fell asleep on the girl’s side.
Nezuko happens to sleep across from Gen Kujo.
I don’t know if Mrs. Kui Zhi made too much noise just now, or if the little girl woke up on her own.
After she found her mother, she sat up from the bed.
With confusion.
He asked Kui Zhi in as low a voice as possible.
Nezuko's problem did not faze Kamado Aoi.
She didn't panic.
He moved naturally and gently covered Gen Kujo with the quilt.
Gen Kujo simply pretended to be asleep and did not get up.
At the same time, I was secretly glad that I didn't do anything.
If this was really done, there would be no place to hide...
"I just came over and saw Mao's quilt kicked off by him, so I covered him up."
"Then I saw that Xuan's quilt was not covered properly, so I covered him up by the way."
"It's okay now, go to sleep, Nezuko."
Kui Zhi stood up and left.
But judging from the frequency of steps.
Gen Kujo heard the hint of dissatisfaction.
"Okay, mother!"
Nezuko responded.
Look to the other side.
Fifth brother Mao is indeed dishonest when sleeping, and sometimes he likes to grab Takeo's quilt when there is no quilt.
Therefore, Mao's quilt will be kicked off, which is normal.
It’s just Brother Xuan...
In her impression, Brother Xuan is very honest when sleeping. Can he also lift the quilt?
do not care.
From now on, if you wake up in the middle of the night, it's not a big deal to cover Brother Xuan with a quilt.
The room fell silent again.
But it hurts some people.
Kui Zhi's room.
Under the quilt.
There seemed to be something squirming, as soft as a snake, or like ripples in a dream, rippling gently.
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