39 39 The Awakening and Shame of the Angel (2/2)

”Mmm...”

After a while, you finally woke up or midday raised the lid curtain again......

”... eh,”

His eyes opened properly, then he moved to his fingers touching the circumference and cheeks where his gaze was nearby, and he stiffened.

Then, at midday, I jumped up.

”Morning.”

”... good morning...”

”I let you sleep here because you slept in my house. I have no other intention. I didn't do anything. I want you to thank me enough.”

Explain to me why I slept in the bed around the corner earlier, and I'm making a big deal out of it without making any noise at midday.

I was just sleeping in a man's bed, with my cheeks getting redder and redder, lifting the futon to pinch and hiding my mouth.

The trick is also strangely cute and distracts me.

(What is this situation)

For once, this one is in a position to lend me a bunk, but it makes me feel bad.

I do think it's bad that I touched my cheek without permission, but it was just a little bit, and I wasn't going to do anything about it.

Sometimes I feel guilty about the cuteness of midday. Even as my chest gets busy, if I look at midday, I turn my eyes toward the truth, although I'm not as slightly upset as I am with my cheeks stained with Zhu.

”... Zhou-kun, do you like to touch your cheek”

”Huh?”

”'Cause you touched it at Christmas and before you went to bed yesterday.”

”... are you awake?”

I touched it yesterday when I was asleep at midday, and I didn't think I was aware of it.

Yet knowing what I touched was happening at midday.

”... oh, that... woke me up when I was put down in bed... I just had to pretend I slept like that”

”Didn't you think I'd do something or something?

”... Zhou-kun thought he wouldn't do that... and to make sure of that, he pretended to sleep,”

Apparently, they had determined if I could really trust them.

I'm glad you seem to have trusted me as a result, but from now on I just hope you don't imitate defenselessly sleeping in front of a man.

I don't even feel like the boulder circumference can be done by just putting on my cheek the next time I see it.

”... well, if you trusted me, don't do it next time. I'm a man, too.”

”Well, I know that.”

”Or do you want me to do something?

”That can't be happening.”

The bright red and strongly denied midday dives into the futon again, so I swallow the penetration that it's my bed there.

Until the shame of midday subsided, it was the circumference that could only keep the rounded, puffy trembling midday at rest.