The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 233 233 The story of the next morning

When I woke up in the morning, there was no middle of the day in my arm that I was supposed to have fallen asleep holding her tight last night. For some reason, Zhou has been replaced with a stuffed animal from Kuma for his birthday.

Probably not here at midday. I heard a living noise from outside the room.

I dropped my gaze on the stuffed animal I was holding as I asked later in the day about holding the stuffed animal.

I watched my face fill in the crushed eyes I was watching the touch from the edge of my bed last night, and then I remember last night and bury my face in my plump belly out of embarrassment.

Totally stained in the midday house, Kuma smelled sweet, but also a touch of herbal freshness.

However, even with that freshness, I’m still not going to be able to shake off the remnants of last night that remain.

The finely rubbed voice echoing in my ears, the sweat slipping through my exhilarated skin, the soft feeling I couldn’t hold, my eyes melting in trust and expectation – everything stayed clearly inside, sweetening and causing Zhou.

Just remembering makes my hips uncomfortable, so if I got up while kicking it out of my brain whenever I could, there was a noise of fittings squeaking from the door.

“… are you awake?

It was midday when I represented my face, and it seemed like I was cooking breakfast from an apron peeking through a gap in the door.

For a moment, I looked around and blushed my cheeks, but still I didn’t run away.

“Breakfast is ready, so change and wash your face.”

“… yeah”

That dialogue is like cohabitation, how ticklish. It’s like we actually live together in the middle of nowhere.

“What’s for breakfast this morning?

“The rice, stock rolls and miso soup, the kimpira gobo with the making and the chilled guy just had it. I’m sorry about what we have.”

“No, it’s a luxurious breakfast…. Wow, I want to dream about it.”

“Big time, isn’t it? If you’re falling asleep, I’ll wake you.”

At midday when I came back to my room from the hallway, approaching the side of the circumference, I would pick my cheeks out of nowhere.

It would be more right to come skinning rather than waking you up around not hurting.

At midday when he touched the puffiness and seemed satisfied, Zhou also felt the warmth that Yang-mari had made on his chest, while letting his palms gently touch his midday neck muscles.

At the base of his neck, where Zhou touched him, a small red mark fell like a tsubaki that fell into the snow. Only two of you will know it will follow inside your clothes.

“… you have to be high necked today”

“Oh, isn’t it Zhou-kun’s fault”

“I’m really sorry about that…. Here’s how restraint…”

I knew by reason that midday would be difficult where I could see it, but my boiled head wanted to trample on fresh snow and vandalize it, and I was leaning unconsciously on my lips.

The midday when I finished my clothes turned brighter than the marks and I pressed my mouth shut, so if I reminded you too much about last night, you wouldn’t seem to hold your mouth for a while.

I want to stop digging around because I’ve definitely exposed more of my first look to people at midday than Zhou. Forgive me for not having breakfast with you.

Besides, Zhou is circumferential and when you remember, you won’t have to just wash your face.

“And anyway, get dressed and wash your face quickly. Chill your head.”

“… it sounds like it would be better to chill at midday”

“Did you say something”

“No, it’s nothing”

Obviously he gets a slight stare at the midday of his face with more heat than Zhou, and Zhou hands on the shirt he was wearing with his lips tied together.

I laugh at it because midday is something that leaves the room early enough with a pitiful “hiccup” on the way.

(to all the habits I saw yesterday)

At midday, when he fled so shy that he did not think he was the same person as his lover who saw and touched his bare skin, Zhou shivered his shoulders and changed into the personal clothes he had prepared with laughter.