After exercising yesterday, Jiang Han was a little shy and changed into her sister's sportswear.
She did not master the magic of cleaning clothes, so she had to ask her younger sister to help with the laundry. However, when she saw Ye Keshu throwing sportswear to Jiang Zhenling, she felt that her younger sister was indeed the number one in charge of housework at home, and the number two was Ye Keshu, and Jiang Xuan and
I am in a position of 'taking out the trash' and 'running errands'.
I still wash my sports socks and underwear myself. After all, I feel shy about handing over my underwear.
Although Jiang Han saw Ms. Ye Keshu taking off her clothes carelessly on the spot, it could not change her mind!
Sitting on the bed sheet, Jiang Han squinted his eyes and slightly opened the curtains.
The time in the morning is a little regrettable. Normal witches would catch up on their sleep at this time. The shadows of the trees planted in the garden are layered on the ground. Because the witch lives on an empty island, the summer wind blows on the trees planted there.
Simple flowers in the flowerbed, they are blown away and dance in the air, which is pleasant.
Jiang Han reluctantly got up, washed up slowly, and under the supervision of his sister who had already put on the witch robe, he sat down at the dining table with his lips pouted and ate a portion of meat porridge with only luncheon meat in it.
After eating, he helped his sister put away the dishes. While the other party was using magic to wash the dishes, he took the newspaper and slipped into the garden, where he read the newspaper with the Ice Bear sitting under the tree:
"...Nancheng grain prices have fallen again, and experts advise grain merchants not to be anxious...stupid."
"Roar!"
"...Save us, bullets are slow to sell...what kind of monster news!"
"Roar?"
"...Super large spaces. Experts believe that the future of Nancheng will be unpredictable... Well, is this taking advantage of people's rebellious psychology towards experts to suppress the housing prices in Nancheng? This is a bit harsh. After the super large spaces are exposed in the future, those who leave will
People in Nancheng have nothing to say."
"Roar!"
The ice bear is a smart species. It understood what Jiang Han was talking about almost immediately, and made a 'zjsb' sign on the ground with its paws.
...Too smart for this kind of bear. Jiang Han put away the newspaper, but after thinking about it, he left the newspaper to the ice bear. If it can understand, then let him read it.
When she returned to the house, her sister took her to her room. After changing into a black and blue witch robe, she walked out of the room.
Miss Jiang Zhenling, who seemed to be dozing with her eyes squinted, raised her eyelids and yawned:
"Mei Han, where is your hat?"
Jiang Han was stunned, rubbed his head twice with both hands, and grabbed his soft hair:
"Where's my hat?"
"..." Jiang Zhenling sighed and pointed to the door behind her: "Go back and get your hat."
Sister, don’t live like your mother... Jiang Han obediently went back to the room and put on the witch’s pointed hat. The blue and black witch hat had a little more gold embellishment because Jiang Han asked someone to help her.
She put a few pieces of golden flowers made of pure dragon dragon scales on it, just like the ones Cheng Yu had made before.
However, she made a special request, which was to make the pure dragon scales look like dragon scales, rather than just melted into golden flowers.
After picking up his hat, Jiang Han walked out in small steps.
She saw Jiang Zhenling, who was already energetic, holding a bottle of Jianlibao in her hand.
Her sister glanced at her and said, "You forgot to put on your socks."
...Why didn't you tell me earlier! Jiang Han opened his mouth, but his sister started speaking like a machine gun:
"Your hair is not combed."
"You're not wearing lipstick."
"you……"
Jiang Han interrupted: "Stop talking!"
Comrade Jiang Zhenling spread her hands.
"Since you have time to find fault with me, you might as well help me with it!" Jiang Han pointed to her hair. As a straight man, she still doesn't know how to comb her hair even after two months in this world. "
There’s also lipstick and makeup.”
"Sometimes I suspect that I have a disabled sister, and sometimes I think I am a nursing home nurse." Jiang Zhenling said something strangely, then picked up her petite sister, walked into the room, and threw her on the bed. Then she sat down
In front of the table, he skillfully took out the makeup tools and combs.
The force of the throw was moderate, so I asked her to carry me to school another day... Jiang Han bounced on the bed twice, lazily holding the corner of the robe to prevent himself from being pressed down.
She soaked on the sheets like a puddle of liquid, and even felt like it was bubbling.
"Hey, woman." Jiang Zhenling turned around, the corners of her mouth twitched, her eyes couldn't help but blink slightly, and her chest, which was not plump, rose and fell a little, "What are you going to do? Go back to sleep?"
"I'm so tired!" Jiang Han wrapped himself around the pillow and kept rubbing his chin against the soft goose feather pillow.
Jiang Zhenling put her hands on her hips and said:
"You are tired because you went to play ball with Mother Ye yesterday. I heard her say that you are very flexible."
"This is my talent. You can't make me short, flexible, quick to react, and able to find a sense of balance in the air, right?" Jiang Han sat up in a showy manner, holding his hands together.
Lift up your shirt to show your sister your waist.
Jiang Zhenling held her breath suffocatingly, gasped for a moment, and nodded:
"She's very fair and beautiful, but she seems to have a little belly."
"Huh? Where?" Jiang Han touched his belly in panic, then breathed a sigh of relief and glared at his sister: "No!"
"It seems, Sister Han is on the bow of the boat. The word I use is 'seems'. This is a question rather than an affirmation." The younger sister unhesitatingly picked up her older sister, carried her to the table, and combed her hair with a wooden comb.
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Jiang Han's ears were scratched, he squinted his eyes and laughed, then shook his head nervously:
"It's literal, right?"
"Hmm." My sister curled up her hair, stroked it with her fingertips, and then looked at her fingers in a daze, "Mei Han, your hair is a bit sharp?"
The hair is sharp... My hair is sharpness +3, undead killer +3, and durability +4... Jiang Han turned around and pouted, but his attention was attracted by what his sister showed.
There was a thin crack on Jiang Zhenling's fingertip. It was very shallow, but it was also cut.
Scared! It was really a cut... Jiang Han was startled. He grabbed his hair and looked at it carefully. It was still very soft and limp in the center of his hand.
"You may have used less magic power recently. They sometimes overflow and form a protective layer on your hair. Fortunately, your magic power is more gentle, otherwise I can consider treating myself." My sister said.
Use a comb to comb her hair without changing the color.
"I went to bed at around six o'clock last night. If it was normal, I would have to get up at around eleven o'clock to go to work. I was so tired." Jiang Han said tiredly, feeling his sister's touch.
"You can take a nap." Jiang Zhenling said
Hmm... Jiang Han tilted his head and looked at his sister.
The other party slowly took off the witch robe, then helped her take off the witch robe, and then quickly walked out of the room. When she came back, she had already changed into her nightgown, "...or we can play Magic: The Gathering for a while."
"But aren't we going to have class?" Jiang Han's eyes widened.
Jiang Zhenling smiled, hugged her sister from behind, and said in her ear:
