231 231 Hope its hard (1/2)

”... Could Zhou-kun have been sitting on the floor the whole time”

I sat in the front seat all the way until midday came back, but midday when I came back from the bath, I raised my confusion about my surrounding position.

I didn't see her because I didn't know what would happen once I looked directly at her, but she comes into view from midday. That too, right in front of you.

As declared, his gaze swims at the midday figure wearing a white baby doll.

Again, I have trouble getting eyes done because of the good style. It's not like the chest is deep open, but the size of what's inside is remarkable because the baby doll itself is a bedtime outfit with cutbacks from the underbust in the first place.

White looks more fruitful because it is an inflated color.

I don't see the line of my body because it's not a transparent material, but it would be the sex of a man to work an imagination that doesn't work because I know it somewhat.

I don't know if midday has demonstrated my last conscience, or if I'm weaving a thin cardigan on top, so I don't have to turn my face away - but still, it's highly irritating, so it's hard to look directly at.

I was more exposed when I snuggled in my swimsuit, but the clear and seductive baby doll, on top of which the hot weather appearance was more exciting and my conscience and reason were galloping.

”... No, the, well”

”I'm glad you're waiting in bed for something else.”

”Tell me to die.”

”Why did you come up with that idea...”

Waiting in a girl's bed is too painful. Not that I don't like it, but I want to leave the endurance of reason behind for later.

At midday, when he raised his voice like troubled, frightened, he peeks into Zhou's face.

”... do you look good?

”You look great. You look great.”

”You can say that a lot even though you haven't seen it. You can't even look me in the eye?

I look at the frightened midday when they say so, and I round my eyes.

It was midday and I looked up at the perimeter in embarrassment. White skin is slightly colored, seeping his shame from within.

When his gaze met, he lowered his eyes gently and shook his eyelashes, burying his face straight on his circumferential shoulder.

”... it's not that I'm not ashamed, but even I'm trying my best to flirt with Zhou-kun”

”No, no, no, don't flirt with me.”

”No. Zhou-kun is strong these days, so I'll call him Gatsun here and take it back.”

”Hey, what?”

”... Advantage?