Can Someone Please Explain This Situation

That night I had my first neat time with my husband. When you're indulgent in your private room after dinner,

"Viola! Why don't you even go out tomorrow?

That's what I said. My husband came all the way out here to invite me.

"To? Outing, is it?

All of a sudden I was about to fall off my usual couch sitting there. I managed to answer you by clinging to your stepping elbow hanging at the right place and closing your eyes. But I'm the only one who's surprised, and Dahlia, who was making tea, and Mimosa, who was preparing me for bathing, are always the same, and a strange face.

"Yes, I thought it would be nice to go outside once in a while"

I thought you were approaching me crisply with that long compass, and more importantly, my husband laughs more at me sitting beside him. You can see the stars glistening around you. It's too dazzling and ticklish.

'Sometimes' instead of 'first time' though.

"Well, who else did you go out with?! Munchkin ~ ~!! 'I won't give you a wild scratch though.

"No? I'm not particularly interested in going out?

I'm more of a lover of ours, me. Why would I go out by now? If you tilt your little neck and answer your husband,

"No, no, you haven't been out since you came to us, have you? There are also a variety of new shops serving confectioneries and prestigious meals that are delicious, and let's go."

An increasingly enthusiastic invitation, sir.

I'm not interested in a restaurant like a delicious restaurant, am I? I'm sorry to eat gastronomy and get into intestinal terrorism, and I'd be happy enough with Caltum. Instead, it's more gushing to be told you had a cheap, fresh eight hundred shops, privately. Oh, but I might be a little fascinated by the confectionery.

"Uh-huh..."

my husband, who did not miss me, who let his gaze swim for a moment into the confectioner's words,

"The course is about fun after tomorrow. Mimosa, put more on your arm tomorrow than usual and let me support Viola."

"I did!!

I have not answered anything elsewhere, and apparently some of my husbands have decided to go out and instruct Mimosa about tomorrow. Mimosa, who accepts the request of this hand (to dress me) as a delight. I'm replying to you with a full smile.

"Bye, tomorrow"

"Yes. Good night"

I'll drop you off at the door because, unwillingly, it looks like your husband will pull you up to his room where he has his plans for tomorrow.

When he left and looked back at me,

"Tomorrow morning, I'll wake up with Kitin."

I'm going to look at this one with a chill, sir. Hmm? What is it?

"Yes? Then I'll tell Callum to prepare breakfast, won't I?

So don't worry, Lotus will wake you up!

My husband, who glanced lightly at my reply,

"... Yes"

I went back to my room feeling a little soggy.

After seeing through until your husband entered his room, we also went back to the room. We have to meet about tomorrow. I don't have anything to do, especially from the beginning ~.

"What are you going to do when you suddenly go out tomorrow?

If I leak the potpourri over the intent of your husband's remarks,

"Of course that's a date! De e t!"

"Huh? dato?!"

Mimosa approaching me with norinoli sitting on my usual fixed position sofa.

"That's right! You said you'd polish me more than usual, right? Oh, I'm so excited! What can I do for your dress? Let's still attack with a clear system that is easy to move and looks like a young lady. Oh, Esther squad needs to be summoned urgently, too! We have to show the world that our wife is so beautiful!!

Mimosa holding her fist and sifting her hot valve. Yeah, somebody stop?!

"Hey, Mr. Mimosa? Stop Esther or something in the morning, okay?

I stopped myself because nobody stopped me wishfully, but apparently the vector pointed at a different one.

"Then if the morning doesn't work, let's do it now!

"Huh? Oh, mimosa?! Mi too!

The delusional explosion mimosa popped out of the room to conjure up the usual Estes squad for an emergency because it didn't even seem to get in my ears, such as my clamping voice.

"Gone ~"

I was rushing out of the room, dropping off Mimosa's back.

"Mimosa works hard when it comes to your wife. Let me do it."

"What, there?!

Dahlia said with a smile, 'Let's be beautiful for your husband' or something. But I'm kind of convinced by Mi...

Then came back some time later, beautifully polished by Mimosa with Esther Squad, thanks to which I slept well the next day,

"Wah, skin mochi! Slippery!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

In front of Mimosa on Doya's face, I stared seriously into the mirror.

I had breakfast with my husband who has been awake with Kitin today, and I'm going to do some support before I go out.

Mimosa selected a pale violet piece for today's outing. The crisp silhouette leads my thin body to clarity! It's not a party or tea party, so the decorations aren't gorgeous either, it's a beautiful choker with purple stone gradients. Hair doesn't tie up all the time, half up.

It's light but elegant enough for a young wife!

"I knew Mimosa was amazing!"

Look at yourself like someone else across the mirror and give Mimosa behind you a spare compliment!

"It's because it's good to be ex. I just helped a little."

That's Mimosa smiling over the mirror.

My husband was already waiting for me at the entrance.

My husband today is a chic bastard called a thin grey jacket on a black shirt and the same grey boot on a white culot as the jacket. The usual knight's uniform is nice, too, but today's personal clothes add to your husband's loveliness because of their simplicity. The tight body conveys its beauty without excess by wearing tight silhouette clothes. You're not covering your style with a dress like I am. Damn it. It's rustling.

When you find me slightly drawn to the loveliness of your husband,

"Oh, you're always beautiful with more today! Don't let me get too warm."

That's what I've been laughing at, but I couldn't help but say, "Liar! I'm Kasumi! 'And I stuck it in my heart. Well, but what I'm reading is the voice of my heart. It doesn't even reach my husband.

"Well, it's time to go."

And he comes by happy to escort me. To treat you like you've never been treated before: 'What?' Even though I think a lot about it,

"Yes."

And I honestly deposited my hand in the arm offered.