Chapter 12 Sakura Kurumi, the charming smell

Sakura Kurumi's face turned red, and she moaned in pain and comfort.

Her eyes instantly became watery, she bit her lower lip with her teeth, and her whole body fell limp in Fang Zuo's arms.

A pair of small hands tightly grasped the clothes on Fang Zuo's back and hugged Fang Zuo tightly.

Heavy breathing sounds came from the small nose.

He buried his little head deeply in Fang Zuo's arms and refused to come out.

A strong and charming smell of female hormones emanated, filling the entire room.

"Don't close your eyes." She said trembling with shame.

The delicate little face was buried deeply in Fang Zuo's arms.

Eyes closed, eyelashes trembling slightly.

Even the fair skin under the leather jacket turned pink.

But he never dared to look up.

Fang Zuo hugged Yingkong Kurumi considerately and smelled the thick scent of female hormones on her body.

A little bit of fox flavor, but not inferior to the ripe peach flavor of Shiraishi Nagimitsu.

He slowly stroked her slender neck with his hand, as if soothing a grumpy cat.

I watched her neck and ears turn from white to pink, and even the fine hair on them was trembling.

The two of them stood there hugging each other for an unknown amount of time.

Sakura Kurumi finally calmed down.

Her face was still flushed.

She did not leave Fang Zuo's arms, but hugged Fang Zuo even tighter.

"Who are you?" Yingkong Kurumi said softly after smelling the scent on Fang Zuo's body.

"I'm Fujino." Fang Zuo was still stroking Yingkong Kurumi's neck: "Who else could it be?"

"You're lying." Yingkong Kurumi opened her little mouth and bit a button on Fang Zuo's shirt.

He twisted his little head, tore off the buttons, and exposed Fang Zuo's chest muscles.

"Your inspiration and body shape are not his. I can feel it. Even the smell of blood doesn't belong here."

"Could it be that you are a blood spirit?" Fang Zuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You knew who I am just like that, without even bleeding?"

"Although I don't know who you are, you definitely belong here." Yingkong Kurumi's small hand slowly stroked Fang Zuo's chest muscles: "The aura on you is not what should be here. I am very sure that you should not underestimate my inspiration, okay?"

"Also, I don't understand your various techniques at all. How can there be someone like you in Japan?"

"You can't tell me, you don't want to tell me, or you don't want to tell me." Yingkong Kurumi frowned her beautiful eyebrows, shrugged her nose, and showed the expression of a little girl.

"Is there any difference?" Fang Zuo took his hand away from her neck and instead pinched her small, plump earlobe.

"Hmm" Yingkong Kurumi trembled uncontrollably again, then she gently clenched her fist and punched the left side below.

"Of course there is a difference."

"You can't tell me. I have my own reasons. I can't tell you."

"You don't want to tell me, it means you don't trust me."

"If you don't want to tell me, it means you don't care about me."

"No, actually. You think too much." Fang Zuo smiled and said, "I just think it's appropriate to say it in this place."

"Come to my old room." Yingkong Kurumi left Fang Zuo's arms and was about to walk out while pulling Fang Zuo.

His legs went weak and he fell back into Fang Zuo's arms.

"Let me hold you." Fang Zuo picked up Yingkong Kurumi by the waist.

. . . . .

Holding Sakura Kurumi, I followed her instructions and reached the top floor.

Xinrong Project has a total of sixteen floors.

It is a Tokyo commercial apartment building of some age.

This was a property purchased by the Sakura family in Tokyo in the early years, specifically used as an industry and headquarters in Tokyo.

The top floor is full of rooms for members of the Sakura family.

Although the exterior is a bit shabby, the interior is decorated in a modern and luxurious style.

In one of the rooms decorated in Japanese style, Sakura Kurumi had already taken off her tight leather jacket.

Seeing Fang Zuo trying to take the leather jacket, she hurriedly snatched it away.

In order to destroy the body, he even used fire magic to burn the leather clothes to ashes.

This caused Fang Zuo to burst into laughter.

After taking off the leather jacket, Fang Zuo discovered Yingkong Kurumi's stunningly beautiful body.

The buttocks have a beautiful curve and are upturned.

The most eye-catching part is her white, smooth and delicate legs.

Extremely slender.

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Although he is not very tall, only about 1.7 meters, his proportions are perfect without any flaws.

Unlike many women who claim to have long legs, who just rely on their height.

When they take off their high heels, the proportion of their body and leg length is only 5/5.

Sakura Kurumi trotted into the bathroom, took a bath, and came out changed into a cherry blossom kimono.

The long black hair sets off her unmade-up face, giving it a cool and classical look.

A pair of crystal clear, round jade feet, with red and tender toes, walked over with a perfectly curved arch.

She took a bottle of red wine and two glasses from the wine cabinet and poured half a glass for herself and Fang Zuo respectively.

The voice also returned to its previous coldness.

"My family is from the Sakura clan in Osaka, and my mother is from the Fuma clan in Odawara."

"As a woman from a large Japanese family, I was born a demon and was destined to bear the consequences."

"After my mother passed away, I secretly learned the Yin-Yang technique of my family in order to control the Shikigami she left for me."

"And the Sakura family does not allow women to become Onmyoji, so after being discovered, I was expelled from the family very early."

"The shikigami my mother left for me was also confiscated by them."

"I came here this time just to take back the shikigami that my mother left me, but I found that it was taken away by the family."

Yingsora Kurumi drank the red wine sip by sip, lost in memories.

He slowly told his life story.

Until he became the vice-captain, and soon after a member Fujino was transferred in.

She raised her little head and drank the rest of the red wine in one gulp.

He raised his glass and signaled Fang Zuo: "It's your turn."

Fang Zuo shrugged and drank the whole glass of red wine in one gulp.

"Fang Zuo, male, Chinese, finished."

"Fang Zuo? Chinese? I knew you were not Japanese." Yingkong Kurumi said to herself, "Then why did you become Fujino? I have investigated. Fujino is from Kyushu. Both his parents are dead. One of his uncles is also dead. He also has a young aunt in Kyushu."

"So you are not Fujino." Sakura Kurumi raised her head: "No wonder I felt that your figure has changed a little from before."

"No, you are cheating. Apart from the Chinese, who are the ones behind?" Yingsong Kurumi curled her lips, looking unhappy.

"The back? The floor is wet." Fang Zuo stood up and poured himself another glass.

“You!!! Ah!!! Baka, Baka!” Yingkong Kurumi screamed shrilly, her face flushed: “Damie, damie damie damie, I can’t hear you.”

"Okay, let's get down to business." Fang Zuo drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp: "How about some of the cases in Black Bible?"

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