23 23 Dear Angel, I am under pressure (1/2)

Sleeping is common in itself.

Warm, heated rooms, full stomach after lunch, enough environment for this to nag.

Although the question arises as to whether to sleep in a normal man's room, he may have inadvertently fallen asleep because he recognizes Zhou as harmless for once.

That would be something you can't blame. It would be boring to tell you to stay still so you can't make any noise, and there's nothing you can do.

The reason this one has a head is at a time when his mother, Shibako, was here, and he witnessed this condition.

Sure, misunderstood.

If Zhou were someone else, Zhou would also be mistaken. He said he was familiar with the degree to which he was invited into the room, and the degree to which he was caught off guard like a nap.

When I glanced at my mother with a tight face, her eyes glowed when I saw midday. Oh well, are you out of your mind to hear a voice like that?

”Oh, my God. When I went around, I made such a cute girlfriend! You can't put it in the corner!

Well, Zhou had a headache for Shibako, who raised her yellow voice without merit.

Totally misunderstood. Besides the state of excitement.

Assuming my son has her, he wouldn't normally be so happy about it.

Yet I must be so happy because Shibako likes cute things.

Sure, midday has a beautiful girl and a beauty everyone acknowledges.

When I was asleep, I was defenseless and my mask was peeled off, and more importantly, I could clearly see a face that I couldn't mislead with my expression and tricks.

Even a neat face is now relaxed in peace.

I was used to seeing it, but again, midday is a very attractive girl with superb beauty.

Sleeping faces are rather unprotected and adorable that makes you want to touch them unexpectedly.

Sleeping easily holding the circumferential cushions induced an asexual desire of sorts that I didn't want to say much about.

Such a beautiful girl who even acknowledges the familiar circumference, from Shibako's point of view, is her son's girlfriend (tentative).

You won't be able to help but get excited.

”Maybe Mother won't let you lean on me because she was there? I'm totally a boy at some point.”

”Chicken! Overall, it's different! Because it's not her or anything!

”Oh, don't you have to make excuses? Mother, if Zhou chooses, I'm not going to disagree with you.”

”No, so that's not the problem! Because it's not a social relationship! No, it's not!”

”No, it's not the time I'm putting anything in my room.”

”I'm sure it's because you came all of a sudden! I would have misunderstood you just because you were in the living room normally!

”As a matter of fact in the first place, Zhou wouldn't give the girl home first if she didn't like it, and the girl wouldn't go into the other person's house without a favor, would she?

When they say that, it's hard to find the ingredients for denial to somehow bring.

Shibako is right, Zhou is basically home is his realm and others don't want to let him in.

I put midday in the first place because I was pushed by the momentum, but after that, even if I skipped cooking, I put it in the house because I think I prefer the character of midday in the first place.

(Well, if you say you like it, I do)

For Zhou, the girl named Midday was preferable to the glance she saw.

The spicy, honest, yet untrue, contradictory personality that we don't show at school, the fact that we look bareful and caretaker, the things that seem to have been agreed upon somewhere, the aspect of rushing to look year-to-year when caught by surprise, and the extraordinary smile that we show once in a while, all seem to me to be a midday charm.

I can say it's different when it comes to whether that's romantic emotion, but at least it's an attractive girl.

”I have a favor as a friend, but don't make all your favors for the opposite sex romantic emotions. Basically, this guy didn't mean anything like that.”

I honestly don't have enough sweet emotions to affirm Shibako's words. In the first place, if you start at midday, you won't want to be mistaken for favoring Zhou.

”Oh, I don't know, do I? Aren't you proud that Zhou is now able to understand the complicated feelings of a girl?

”How do I know my mother is not in that relationship... Vertebra, please wake up...”

Zhou openly suppresses his forehead to Shikoko, who tries to take it in the romantic direction even after exhausting his words.

I want you to wake up soon. True.

”Mmm...”

Has prayer made sense, or has consciousness surfaced in the noise again?

At midday, lift the eye lid, which was loosely closed, and raise your face with a sweet voice.