The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 217 217 When do you want to change your name?

When I finished preparing for the second day and dropped out of school and bought the ingredients for dinner tomorrow, for some reason, midday greeted me around in made-up clothes.

“… why are you wearing made-up clothes”

It’s not strange to bring it back because the person on loan does the management, but I don’t think I’m wearing it, and my eyes get thinner.

I can tell you that I am hardened by the sight of a maid at home.

(Thought you were up to something because you said you were going home first)

Normally I was surprised because I left the shopping around me to go home with me, but I didn’t think I’d welcome you with made-up clothes.

Midday, the first outfit I’ve seen at school, puts my usual smile on Zhou’s return home.

“I brought it back to wash… because it’s a corner. I’m not going to visit this opportunity.”

“Well, it’s normal to wear made-up clothes once in your life or not.”

I wouldn’t normally wear it first, unless it was cosplay.

I just wasn’t expecting midday to go on and wear it, so I’m highly confused as a circumference.

In the meantime, I took off my shoes, finished washing my hands and dressing, and headed to the living room, and midday was waiting, and I was just pouring tea for Zhou. If you don’t look at the interior of the room, it’s just a stand-up dance like a maid, and it’s very uncomfortable.

“… by the way, how long are you going to stay dressed like that”

“Right, until the rice is cooked, right? I’ve already pre-filled it within yesterday’s, so it’s just for getting it out of the fridge and just for baking.”

“On your left.”

“… no, was it?

I guess I was concerned that Zhou handled it with a face that seemed subtle and unpleasant, and I lowered my eyebrows and peeked at this one as if it was soggy.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that I don’t feel comfortable”

“Really? I’m willing to take care of Zhou-kun.”

“Take care of him… no, he does take care of him.”

“And if it wasn’t for the two of us, Zhou-kun wouldn’t try to touch it, would he?

At midday, when he laughed and sat down next to him modestly, he also wrapped his arms around his hardened circumference shoulder.

I guess not trying to touch it means not holding it tight or holding hands with this clothing.

“You’re not allowed to touch a maid.”

“… Zhou-kun is my husband, so I’m fine.”

I wanted to cuddle myself to the less of a midday bully who squirmed with a voice that was clogged with bite bites but contained shame, instead holding the hand at the tip of the arm involved.

I’m not very interested in made-up clothes, but midday is a cute way to dress and do cute tricks, and that’s all reasoning rocks.

“… what would you do if I were strong?”

“… it’s not intact, it’s not strong. I want to devote myself to Zhou-kun.”

“You’re always doing the best you can.”

“That’s not enough then. I get a lot of things from Zhou-kun… I want to give them to Zhou-kun more.”

If you try it at midday, Zhou seems to have given a lot of stuff at midday. I can imagine that being something like engagement, love and warmth with people.

(… I didn’t want to thank you, I just gave it to you because I wanted to)

For the middle of the day, I gave it to Zhou because he thought it was stronger than Zhou himself, and it’s not like the middle of the day cares. Besides, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind because you’re rewarded with a midday smile.

I just wouldn’t be convinced to say that at midday.

“… as far as I’m concerned, I’m planning on getting a lot of things in the future, so I don’t have to get that much right now”

So when I told him I was planning on getting a lot in the future, it boiled at midday as if I had rounded my caramel colored eyes and blinked them, then figured out what they were going to get.

I laugh small at how she looks up at me as I wander around with my tinted cheeks and hug my cute maid on my lap as I unwrap my tangled arms.

At midday, when I dyed my cheeks further and wandered my gaze, I leaned my lips against my cheeks that I would warm while shaking my shoulders securely to see where my aggressiveness had been until earlier.

“So I was wondering if you could keep a little more of what Midday calls my husband.”

“Ha, yes…”

Zhou bit his thin red lip with no more words needed at midday, when he was snorting and snorting a lot of momentum to shift the white brim.