Lying on Kurumi’s chest, listening to the vigorous heartbeat.
Sakura squeezed in dissatisfaction, but unfortunately…he’s a bad person.
But Sakura likes this bad guy.
Kurumi looked at Sakura, that pretty face without makeup was so cute.
She finally saw a pink icon in the pile of Buffs and Debuffs.
A red eye, the corner of the eye raised slightly, full of confusing taste.
——【Dependents】——
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In Kurumi’s memory, it was as if it was yesterday.
The icy burrow—
The young girl with red fruit and dark blue chains on her hands curled up on the cold ground and looked up at herself.
There is no expression, because there is no need for an expression with the bug.
He was dumbfounded, unable to make a sound, and seemed to have forgotten how to speak.Because of the empty horror mansion, there is no need for communication, only endless torture.
The eyes are empty, confused and fragile, like glass full of cracks.
Even the charming girl who descended like a god, she couldn’t believe it, because maybe… that was the sitcom that Grandpa set up to test her.
The fire of hope has long since been annihilated like embers in the winter.
Kurumi looked down at Sakura.
The morbidly white limbs are slender, lean, and have no flesh.
She hugged herself, buried her head in her knees, her body trembled like crazy, she only dared to look at the neatly folded clothes and red knots beside her with humble eyes.
The broken figure is like an abandoned cat in the cold winter, curled up in a cardboard box, shivering.
The moment he looked at those eyes, Kurumi understood.
She doesn’t need a hero, because a hero can’t save her, and there’s nothing left in that heart.
So… that Kuang San should be her master.
He followed the figure of Chiguo unhurriedly, and at that time Kurumi stretched out his hand without hesitation.
“Hey~~~ be my cat.”
will not forget.
That pale face and slender palms firmly grasped Kurumi’s shoulders, as if they were grasping the last straw.
There seemed to be a red mark on the fair skin, and even Kurumi had the illusion that his shoulder bones were about to shatter.
Tears filled her little cheeks, but she was still so cute.
But it is so pitiful, with a kind of broken beauty in the pitiful.
The little girl sat on her knees in the wormhole, raised her right hand, swaggered softly, and made a milky sound like a kitten.
At that time, the contract has been quietly established.
Sakura belongs to Kurumi.
That’s all, that’s enough.
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He fell headfirst onto the big bed, and Kuang San hugged the pillow and covered his face, making a whimpering sound.
Fuyuki’s active time is always at night, and he is not the one to fish. Day and night are reversed all day long, no…it should be night and day.
But he was reluctant to let that guy accompany his Sakura.
Sure enough, next time, let her go alone.
Sakura stepped on small steps, serving Kurumi, taking off her black dress, and rubbing her cold fingertips along her skin.
The soft body sat on Kuang San’s waist, and Kuang San felt itchy neck and wet for a while.
When I moved the pillow away, I found that Sakura flushed and licked gently, like a cat, and I didn’t know where it was a bad habit.
The moonlight spreads out, and Kurumi’s line of sight can just see the girl’s soft back and snowy curves.
Sakura’s body is still as slender as before, but it is much plumper.
She stared into Kurumi’s eyes.
He wiped the card clip on the sock of his thigh with his right hand, and then pulled out the Assassin’s job card.
It was like swiping a credit card and it was caught in Kurumi’s chest.
“Big sister use this card to deceive the little girl.” Sakura used a tone of complaint.
She crouched down on Kurumi, her skin fitting little by little.
Kurumi hugged Sakura in his arms.
You finish reading I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer Chapter 642
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