The Angel Next Door Spoils Me Rotten - 248 248 I want to spoil

“… Oh, you know, I think Zhou-kun needs a little help”

After dinner, as he is serving the sentence of spoiling Extra Sheng, midday looks up at the perimeter with a bright red face.

I’m just sitting on the couch with him and stroking the middle of the day at last, but at midday I was shy of wanting to.

My face is boiling even though I didn’t touch anything sexually or anywhere else, because I was stroking my head looking at my face at midday, or because I’m putting it on my leg to bring it about?

“I don’t care what they say. You have to tell me what I heard.”

“So, that’s why Zhou-kun hasn’t been told an old story that worries me!

“Specifically?

“… when Zhou Kun was a little girl, he rowed too much blanco, he flew too much momentum, he cried, he tried to chew on Shibako, he pounded his head too much.”

“Out. There’s no room for extenuating circumstances -”

“I don’t know……!

When I was little, Zhou was too attached to his mother’s passage to gain too much momentum, so I used to soften it up, but I’m embarrassed enough to think what punishment it was to be known at midday about it. Especially when it comes to kissing a mother’s cheek when she was little. It is black history itself.

Zhou is surely more embarrassed than midday, which is now adored.

It was a no-can because it was an attempt in the first place, but that Shikoko seems to have rubbed her cheek and kissed her, so twitching around here was going to give her a headache.

Instead of asking extra questions, I slipped my finger on the side of the middle of the day and looked up at it with a soft touch, and a frightening and trembling midday pulled me up on my cheek.

Of course it’s a plea to stop, but I’m not going to stop because it’s a punishment. Perhaps the story was taken out of Shibako, but I’m sure he’s intrigued.

Once I shy away from tickling because I’m too weak, at midday I scream and cling to the perimeter with a higher jumping voice than usual. I guess I’m not trying to escape because I’m out of balance.

“Hih,… heh, oh, sorry”

“… have you heard anything else?

“Oh, not this time.”

“This time.”

“This is the Aya of the Word…”

“… even if you said it all, you’re going to have plans to hear it, aren’t you, young lady? I’m not the only one who’s ever known black history.”

“So, because it’s my black history or something before that…”

He added that there was nothing to talk about. Zhou stopped tickling at midday.

It may have reminded me of something unpleasant. At midday, childhood was a time when parents were neither asylum-seeking nor loving, so I guess I didn’t want to be touched for her.

I’m sorry I connected you to that topic, and when I lowered my brow and glanced at midday, I laughed small as if Zhou had seen through what he thought.

“Nothing. You don’t have to worry about it there, do you? Because it’s not that important to me right now. It’s filled now, that’s fine.”

“Midday…”

“Besides, I was a big girl when I was a kid, so I wasn’t like Zhou Kun.”

“I’m sorry about that…. Well, I can’t imagine midday.”

I imagine the middle of the day when I was a little girl, pulling my cheeks and paying revenge for such teasing words.

Sure, I can’t imagine what midday looks like. They’ve been trying to be good kids since they were little. Midday would have been a lot more adult than it is now. I would like to see the midday of Odaiba as well, as I can imagine it lightly, such as the midday, which is very popular.

(… I wonder if I’ll be seen if I can have a midday similar child)

I don’t even feel like I’m going to be an adult either way, but I won’t know until I’m born.

Whether it’s adults or adults, it must be cute. I want it to resemble midday rather than to resemble a cute circumference.

Imagining dusting on my own, I buried my face in the chest of the circumference and cheeked.

“… I wasn’t very cute when I was little, was I? Really, because he just wanted to be praised and be a good kid. There were a lot of things I could do for my age, but I ended up getting slapped in the pussy with a kid who wasn’t cute.”

“To whom”

“Was it to the mother of the child I was playing with at that time?… Zhou-kun, Face, Face”

“Because.”

I can’t believe people say it badly in places and voices that my children can hear, so my eyebrows come to my mind, and I am finally relieved at midday.

Especially when it comes to children being susceptible to scratches, but there is something I would very much like to say to that strange woman with children who has easily turned evil feelings, but there is nothing I can do about it because it is a thing of the past.

Fortunately, it wasn’t dragging at midday, but it looked light, but I was so frustrated that I wondered why I would if it had remained scratched.

“You don’t have to worry, Mr. Koyuki said he was cute, because he complimented me.”

“Mr. Koyuki, good job”

I don’t even know my face. I hold midday as I stroke my midday head and take my memories out of the back of my drawer while I keep them thumbed up inside to a midday substitute woman.

“I was fine than Zhou Kun thought. Because it was harder for me to be told something by my real parents than to be told something by strangers.”

“… midday”

“I don’t want to talk wet, so let’s get this far. One thing I can say is, there were hard things at the time, but Zhou Kun and I got to know each other in this way because there was a past. Don’t look like that because there’s nothing to deny until that past.”

It’s worrisome, and I put my lips against my laughing midday forehead and hugged it again, and midday I loosened my cheeks as I moved in my arms and mouthed myself around.

“… and Zhou-kun loves me now, so I’m fine, right?

At midday when I let him hang at close range, Zhou muttered “Cute No Stuff,” and today I decided to spoil him more to my heart and mouth him lightly again.