168 168 A Thousand Years Consultation (1/2)

”Amanee, Ahso-boo”

”Before you go to bed...”

Zhou normally spent time alone after the festival because a thousand years old were supposed to stay at the midday house, but before bed, the video call started at a thousand years old, so nature frowned.

I was feeling slightly annoyed and sleepy because suddenly the video call started even though I decided to go to bed rather than dislike the call.

The screen shows a thousand years of up laughing at her horny, and Zhou turns the smartphone away from her and puts it on the side of the pillow with a rude feeling that the painting itself is loud.

”Um, come on, it was before I went to bed.”

'Yeah, I know. You're dressed like that before you go to bed. ”

”If you know what I mean, can I hang up?”

”Yah. At least until Mahiro gets back. '

”Speaking of which, what about midday?

”Ofu. You didn't come in with me today, did you? '

Unfortunately, he's a thousand years old who seems to spare him, but the midday choice is right. You should go in alone, as you will definitely be exhausted in the bath where midday is both relaxing and relaxing.

”Mahiro, I can't say good night to Zhou, and I'm so connected to you. - Zhou, don't hang up yet.”

”... if you say that, you won't be able to hang up.”

”If I hadn't told you, I'd have hung up on you.”

A grinning thousand years of horrible sneering disappeared and looked across the screen.

There is no atmosphere like the earlier tears, he has a calm look somewhere where he has been objectified, and he is only bewildered by sudden changes.

”Hey Cho, can I ask you something?

”What the fuck?”

I know that if I change my expression in this way, serious questions will come, so if I return it without going under, my thousand-year-old eyes will stare at Zhou.

How much do you like Zhou Mahiru?

”How long?”

”Zhou is amazing. I care about him. How much do you like him?”

Whatever lowers my eyebrows to the question I have trouble answering, but a thousand years old doesn't change my expression.

'... my bias, um, generally, is that dating a high school student is a temporary play - something like that. I'm not serious, and it's like playing.'

”Is that what Dae Fai told you?”

”Ya, it's kind of sharp.”

Thousands of years old who made me laugh at the snares have no hegemony and give the impression that they have shriveled somewhere.

I rolled into bed with my smartphone in my hand and I could see him sighing softly.

'... I'm not going to play for a while or anything like that. But I'm always hella, so you don't really get taken. So I mean... I wonder how many people are looking ahead.'

She also showed a single scale at the festival, but I guess she's struggling with the way she hangs out with Dae Fai, the tree's father, as she is. The Mother of the Tree seems indifferent to the area, so it is Dahui's presence that should be overcome.

Zhou slowly opens his mouth to a thousand-year-old question.

The answer was, there was no need to think.

”... right. It's hard to ask how much you like it... but I'm going to have you smiling next door all the time.”

I can't say how much I like it. I don't know how to compare it.

The only thing I'm sure of is that I want to make midday happy and take care of it, and I want you to stay next to me for the rest of your life and laugh.

”... Oh, my God.”

”Don't you have a thousand years?

'That's not true. It'll make you laugh all your life. Sure.'

”Well, then that's fine. If that's what you're saying, it doesn't change because someone told you to.”

If you laugh at the slightly murky response and return Zhou, a thousand years old will give you a cloudy look on the other side of the smartphone.