Meeting again seemed not as touching as Lin Yimao imagined.

It was strange, so strange that Lin Yimao forgot the gift he put in his bag.

Strangely enough, they are like strangers to each other...

Choi Soo-young has grown up.

I learned how to make up and dress up, and became more handsome and taller. Everything seemed to have changed, but nothing seemed to have changed.

Lin Yimao, who was picking up the plane, saw the incredible long legs walking out of the aisle at a glance.

Slender and straight.

Pure white stockings were put on, covering her knees, only revealing a small section of snow-white thigh flesh under the wrinkled skirt.

Like a dividing line, the white stockings below the flesh make people want to caress, symbolizing purity. The wrinkled skirt above the flesh makes people want to explore, symbolizing desire.

When purity and desire appear perfectly in this girl.

Then it becomes...

"Oh mo~!"

"Yimao-chan~Long time no see~"

Lin Yimao:???

Is it poisonous!?

This woman's neon language, coupled with the unique vitality tone of the neon country, attracted more people's attention.

Your sister's.

Lin Yimao quickly turned around and left.

I thought silently in my heart: I don’t know her, I don’t know her.

However, long legs still have some use.

Soon, a soft gasp came from behind.

"Ah ~ Yimao-chan, why are you running so fast? Are you afraid that Xiuying will eat you?"

This combination of Korean and Japanese aegyo gave Lin Yimao goosebumps.

Too over the top.

real.

"The salute in Xiuying's hand is very heavy, Yi Mao-chan, help me take it."

Damn it!

Lin Yimao clenched his fist hard.

How long has it been?

hold head high?

How long has it been?

A trip to Japan turned a nice girl into this?

Isn't it because he suffered a mental disorder due to too much stimulation?

Lin Yimao just wanted to turn back to her, and looked around, only to find that there were still many passengers who had just got off the plane paying attention.

Numb.

He didn't even look back, he grabbed the suitcase in Cui Xiuying's hand and the big bag with unknown contents and carried it on his shoulders.

"Let's go..."

…

…

On the road.

"Yimao-chan, it's been so long, have you missed Xiuying~"

Choi Soo-young has obviously not recovered from her activities in Neon Country.

The combination of Japanese and Korean made Lin Yimao stunned.

With a grimace, he looked at Cui's father who was driving and Cui's mother who was sitting in the passenger seat and listening to music on headphones.

Can you take care of it...

"Think about it..."

Lin Yimao swore that what he missed was definitely not the current Choi Xiuying who could kill people with her words.

"Hmph~ If you think about it, you just think about it; if you don't want to, you just don't want to! Yimao-chan is not sincere at all!"

"I miss you so much!"

…

…

Mental torture.

Pure mental torture!

Lin Yimao swore that until Cui Xiuying changed her accent back, it would be impossible to talk to her again even to death!

No!

It's best not to meet again!

Too poisonous, really.

Even when that girl Lin Yoon-ah speaks with a high voice in front of him, he will feel irritated at most, but overall she is still very cute.

Choi Soo-young?

That is pure mental pollution.

The voice itself is not suitable for acting coquettishly, and if it is deliberately used, it will appear artificial.

Moreover, her appearance is manageable and desirable, but just not cute.

Lin Yimao seemed to understand why this girl was so aggressive in Japan.

…

…

"Um...goodbye, uncle and aunt. I feel sick in my stomach today, so I'm going back. I'll come see Xiuying next time to have a good talk."

Lin Yemao returned home as if he was running away and ignored Cui Xiuying's farewell.

Sitting on the bed, Lin Yimao stroked his chest, which was rising and falling violently, as if he was quite frightened.

Next time, how can there be a next time!

After a while, Lin Yimao calmed down.

I accidentally saw the big box placed under the desk.

"Fuck!"

When he touched his pocket, he found that the gift was still on him and had not been given away.

He had made up his mind before to deliver the gift to her with his own hands this time!

So, you must...

Go halfway.

I thought about Cui Xiuying's current abnormal situation. Isn't my past like brainwashing myself in disguise?

What's going on in his mind right now is "Yimao-chan~" and "Can I call you Onii-chan?" "Xiuying is so tired. Yimao-chan helps Xiuying beat her legs."

"Thump your legs! I'll beat you to death!"

Lin Yimao returned to the house.

Sighing, he took out the necklace set with seven seven-color gemstones from the package, then dragged it out of the box with great effort, and looked at the various girls inside that were filled with screams.

Just like throwing away garbage, I threw the valuable necklace in it.

Definitely next time...

…

…

Two weeks passed.

Under the painstaking education of Cui's father and Cui's mother, Cui Xiuying's strange accent, way of expressing her mood, and embarrassing self-proclaimed person finally changed.

"Mom... I want to go back and continue practicing..." Cui Xiuying begged her mother: "It's getting moldy at home!"
To be continued...