Continuation of the Dream in Another World

"What is the name of Zhu Zhao's hometown?

"'Japan' word, 'Japanese'"

"Tell me 'Nihon' or something 'Nihon'."

Please, uhh, I was worried. It seems too vague.

"Well, tell me your name and age."

It's Zhu Zhu. I'm seventeen years old. "

I know your name, but how old are you? 'Yes' is probably not old, considering that it also had a name.

"How old are you?

"Seventeen."

"Seventeen?!

Is there such a fine, tiny, cute vermilion? Is it because you're sick? Is that so?

"Assam, what is it?

Zhu Zhu listens while creating a slight mood. I opened my mouth and said that I had no choice but to anticipate that this would be stubborn if I told him how old I was.

"Same age. Seventeen."

"Nh!!!

After being surprised, he stared at us with a surprising look. How old did they think you were? When her gaze came down from her face to her belly, she was stroked by the leopard and her clothes.

"Ah! Zhu Zhu?

She kept quiet and touched us. I try not to raise my hand because I have a heart problem.

For someone who always fights the urge he wants to hold, it's close to torture. It was an unexpected word to be murmured after touching it.

"That's good. It's from Assam. It's me."

Zhu Zhu acted like he was hiding his body with his own arm. There is a slight change if magic is present, but there is no such thing as a boulder.

Wrinkles approaching the garment inform the strength of the hand holding it. I took the depressing hand of Zhu Zhu and gently put it on my fingertips.

"I told you I liked Zhu Zhu's body, too. Don't hurt my precious thing. Besides, this body of mine, which you described as an ideal, is already yours. When I got married, I devoted everything from the beginning of my head to the end of my feet as well as my mind. This is yours."

Put your mouth on your heart. Even though you look happy, you're embarrassed. The reddish vermilion is really cute, cute, and deeply distressed.

Cute Zhu Ju It's Happy

"Me, too."

Simply touch the mouth to soften, moisturize and pull back.

"What do you say?

"Ah, it's called 'kissing', nh"

Lips that move away with a gentle sound.

"Kiss me."

Gently glue on the tip of your tongue before the gently overlapping lips leave.

"Ah, yeah, fu, nh"

The tongue was slipped and mixed where it was opened, slowly entangled and repeated away.

"Ahn, ufu, nn"

He supported the body of the loose vermilion and poured magic into his chest with his right hand.

"Isn't it painful?

"Hah, hah, daijubu"

The distance between each other's breaths. Blue is deep in wet black eyes.

"It's okay. Say it again?

"Ah, nnh. I can't lick it."

Crawl your tongue around your neck peeking from your dark hair.

"It's okay. How's it going?

"Nh, Nh, it's okay!

I pulled my left hand around my hips trying to escape. Move from neck to ear and whisper.

"Well done. This is a reward."

"Ahh! Hey, I see it!

I deliberately put red flowers on my neck where I couldn't hide in my clothes.

"What do you call the red scars on Kisu?

"Uuuuu!

Threatening? It turns bright red and stares at me, but it's just cute.

"You want another reward?

"Chi, no! It's Kismark!

I was told to hurry.

"'Kisumaku'? Did you say it well?

He nods hard. Do I hurt your neck? I stopped swinging my head by putting my face against it.

Then give me a reward.

When I told her and gave her my neck, it turned bright red, but she snapped. Zhu Zhu's lips hit his neck and gently sucked it up.

Even though I feel a shame on my rapidly leaving lips, it seems to be floating on the marks of my first mouth.

"Thank you. What do you say?

"Thank you."

"Thank you, Zhu Zhu."

Such contact is not bad. In this way, I learned a few words with my mouth sandwiched. The Japanese sound matched Zhu Zhu's impression well, and I felt it was like a strong word with a beautiful core.