92 92 Angels and Gyu (1/2)

”... midday”

After the meal, Zhou called her name reluctantly, remembering what the tree had said.

I was sitting next to him at midday and I said, ”Yes?,” he said, turning this way.

”Uh, uh... what. Well, yeah.”

”Yes.”

I wonder what Zhou said in the middle of the day waiting for Zhou's words in such an attitude.

I was physically pushed on the back with all my might when I broke up, saying, ”Be worthy enough or brazen enough to cuddle,” for a reason, but I am also interested in curiosity similar to whether you would really allow me to cuddle.

Besides, midday smells thin, soft and good, so I still want to touch it as a man of my age, because there was not much. All this is like an impulse for every teenager.

It's just not a good idea to ask stupid honestly ”can I hold you”. It is possible to be seen with white eyes as to what you are thinking.

or so, suddenly I was going to be rejected for hugging, and I wanted to come along.

”... it's a test next week”

So I got weak and changed the subject.

Obviously, it seems like something that I know won't be the point, but at midday, he laughs bitterly when he finds out Zhou isn't willing to talk.

”Right. Well, it's not that broad this time, so it's easy to say.”

”Ooh.”

He also responded to the sudden topic at midday, but his chest was heavy because he felt his pity and lack of courage poked at him.

Oh, and I keep sighing.

”... what's wrong with you?

”No... I really can't...”

”Why self-denial. Did someone say something to you?

”No, not this time.”

I was only desperate to add and subtract myself.

”Not at all. I don't know, but cheer up.”

He reaches out to Zhou's head and strokes him, so Zhou makes him like it without intending to refuse.

Midday handwriting is polite and gentle. Somehow it is a soft thing that invites melting, and when it is stroked, it is likely to lose strength from the body.

The tension was completely relaxed until earlier, when it was left at midday.

”Ha... can you say...”

”What?”

”Can I hug you or something?”

”You're saying”

When I blink and look at midday, I look up at this one at midday.

”... what didn't you ask?

”I can't.”

Don't say anything unscrupulous, he just narrowed his eyes and Zhou felt his cheeks stick.

Really, I didn't mean to talk to you.

Even though the reason why it is not good for heterosexuals who are not socializing with each other was that they held it back, they were relaxed and accidentally leaked.

I peek at the dreaded midday, but this one surprises me because midday was something that looked disgusting but decent, somewhere frightened, surprised, out of my mind.

”I wouldn't be angry about that. Zhou-kun is a boy, too, isn't he?”

”... I don't like the way you convince me...”

”Is it not?

”It's not like anyone wants to touch it.”

If it's because it's a boy, it means whoever's a woman is fine.