144 144 Sleeping Bomb (1/2)

When I woke up in the morning, there was midday in my arm and it hardened for a moment.

I immediately remembered we slept together yesterday and never spilled a sound from my mouth, but still the strain on my sleeping heart remains the same. I can't breathe in my heart, which makes a loud noise in my body, but when I look at my restful face at midday, my heart also regains a slight calm beat.

Take a deep breath and calm down, watching the midday sleep face again.

Midday, with his head on both arms of the circumference and a regular sleep, is so cute and unusual that he seems to see it.

I had the impression that my cheeks were loose as if I was feeling safe or happy and I was smiling calmly as I slept.

(... really, defenseless and cute)

It is no exaggeration to say the sleeping face of an angel. There was shameless beauty and clarity in the name of the angel.

If I tell him in person, he seems shy and obstinate for a while, but he seems to like it only because he keeps it inside. You won't notice if you whine now.

Sweet, and smudgingly looking, he gently strokes his midday head with one of his spare hands.

Gently comb the sarcastic hair just cubicles complete with angel rings, while gently moving to keep the slightly paralyzed pillow-substituted arms awake to change their posture only slightly.

If you can admire this sleeping face, arm paralysis would be cheap.

I gently mouthed my lowered eyelids, laughing small at midday with no sign of waking up.

The sound of a knock comes from the door, watching without ever tired of midday exposing a sleeping face similar to a smile.

Zhou, are you awake?

The modest voice belongs to the father.

(What's the matter?)

You've probably come to wake me up, but if Zhou replies here, it could be midday.

It's pathetic to wake you up so peacefully asleep in the corner, and as for the circumference, I'd like to watch this sleeping face a little more.

Or so I was worried about what to do because if I didn't get back to you, you'd come in to wake me up - but before I could conclude, the door opened.

I see the father I'm used to seeing from across the door and I snap my cheeks.

In contrast, Shudo looked at Zhou's bed, and after he rounded his eyes, a small grin appeared.

Oh, this is the one Shibako passed on to make fun of later, and Zhou instantly realized that he stood his index finger in front of his mouth as he gave up and clasped his cheek. Shh, even if I don't speak up, I'll tell you what I want to say.

The comprehensible Shudu nodded at one of Zhou's tricks, then looked at this one with a smile and waved his hands flickering and quietly out of the room.

Make sure the door slightly clatters and modest footsteps stay away, and the perimeter sighs so that it doesn't sound.

(I hope I'm not mistaken)

My girlfriend slept in bed with me, what an unfortunate mistake. It's a very healthy relationship of just a kiss with no hands at all and just a touch, but my parents can't possibly tell how far they've gone.

No, Shudo might not be pushed that far because he'd know there was no trace of affair at all, but he's still ashamed of what he's ashamed of.

As he strokes his midday hair as he prepares to be pursued later, his luxurious body wanders in his wrist and arms.

Rather, it may be unusual that the middle of the day, when we originally had a regular life, did not wake up so far.

”... n”

I kept it to stroke my head as I remembered my love asexually at midday when I was small-throating and re-burying my face in my circumferential chest for warmth, but when I held it in my impulse by the boulder, I would awaken it completely.

The cooling should be out by now, but at midday, I'm rubbing my cheeks off the perimeter. If you let your toe touch your toe if it is cold, it may still be cold, as your body temperature has passed from the circumference.

Then yesterday's cooling was cold, and I gently turn my hand around my back to convey the warmth directly, tangling my legs so as to warm up the middle of the day, reflecting.

If I could share the warmth with you, I felt happy, wrapped my soft body around me and gently touched it, and now I wandered big and turned my face slowly towards the perimeter at midday.

The thickened, damp, caramel-colored eyes that seem to make a lot of noise are still blurred when you look at the face of the perimeter.

The expression was also somewhere puffy and sleepy, with an extra strengthening of youthfulness.

”Sorry, did I wake you?

When I smile and stroke my head again at midday when I am sleepy, I close my eyes again and this time they seem comfortable, but they remain.

I thought you were completely asleep, but then I moved my fingers along my cheeks to adore the half-awakened midday, and what a cute voice ”mmm” was leaking.

(... you're sweet enough to wake up at midday)

When I woke up, the relaxing midday was adorable, and I kept watching and touching it as I loved it, but after about five minutes on the boulder, the eyes that raised my consciousness from the mellow open.

When Zhou deliberately kisses his cheek, convinced that he is awake, ”Good morning,” he sees an interesting stiff midday.

”... uh, not really...? Hey, why?”

”You don't remember? They said we had such a hot night together.”

Apparently, I'm awake and I'm not turning my head around, so I'll try to put it in a way that speaks for itself.

I'm not lying, by the way. Although it's not a hot night, it's a climatically hot night. It was actually cold in the cooling, let's not say.

I spent the night with him, and midday I looked around with a voice up the line saying, ”Uh, eh,” and then I was checking my outfit.

The clothes may be slightly disturbed, but there will be no trace of what has been done. I have trouble even though I haven't actually done it.

”I'm kidding.... I didn't, nothing”