"No more, we're going home..."
"This is your home, Mr. Mio. Here, let go of the natto."
"That's a lie, it's here or something... It's time to give it back to me..."
"Is it time for state-of-the-art companies to pay...?
How did this happen?
I can only look up to heaven before Mr. Mio, who keeps stirring the natto with his nosy eyes.
It was the night of the light rain in the day.
"Just now...?
"Yes, welcome back"
"Oh, I'm home!
"Welcome back. I'm still at work today."
"Good...... I ran to see if I was here today..."
Mio, who opened the door to peek in by way of example, laid down as if he was relieved to see me there. This exchange will also have entered its first three weeks.
On the other hand, I think it's time for you to get used to it. Mio likes this exchange. I'm starting to think.
"Yes, yes, because it's work. Well, you're sweating a lot. Do you want to take a shower first"
"I will - ooh..."
Answering that with an extended voice, Mr. Mio came up the front door.
Without taking off your shoes.
"Hey, Mr. Mio?
"Hmm?"
Mio's body leaned back in response to my voice.
"Absolutely!"
I rush to accept that I was about to fall at the front. Even though he is a small Mio, his weak body is shriveled and heavy.
"Yes, this one."
"It won't be if I'm telling you. What's wrong with you?"
I try to get Mr. Mio to stand up straight, but his body just rocks left to the right. I wondered if he had come to the floor and he had his neck clenched.
"Oh, you never...?
"Maybe..."
I'll put my hand on Mio's forehead.
Hot.
"Isn't that an amazing fever? How did you get here?"
Physical sensation, but it's over 38 degrees. Mr. Mio is laughing at Kerakera without moving when he says he is in such physical condition.
"That's not true. Kinki - Kinki -"
I know you're trying to pose hustly, but I can't get my arms up, so it's like my octopus is picking up.
"Were you the type of person who gets high and doesn't feel fatigue or pain when he has fever"
Oddly enough, you must have gone into a cooled office wet by noon rain.
Even those who were fine with being hit by rain late at night on the day we met are lucky at times to have a cold. This is how it takes when it takes.
Fortunately, I seem to feel good now, but chills and bitterness will also come when the high time is over.
"Tomorrow's work... what the hell am I doing? Let me get dressed anyway. It's the bed."
Scold yourself for swinging by the habits of your previous workplace, and let him take off his shoes first and hug Mr. Mio. I managed to lift the grey high heels back to the front door to support Mio's legs and back, while I was amazed at how peaky the women's shoes were.
"Ohime."
"Right. It's a princess hug. When I talk, I scratch my tongue. Shh."
"Shih."
Similar when I grew up with the G thing, but at that time I could feel smart just because I was young in words and deeds.
"Is that the state of this today,? I guess that means you're not feeling really well."
That's how dangerous it is. Gastrointestinal cold, just a cold. If you have this much heat, you can't be alarmed.
Carefully transport him to his bedroom and put him to bed. A simple wooden bed was shattered and smashed to receive Mr. Mio's laid-back body.
"I'm not saying it's the same again and again because I've been seen once, but it's an emergency. If you're complaining, I'll ask you later."
Take off your jacket and skirt, put on a blanket just looking like your blouse and underwear. The skirt is indeed slightly damp and smells of rain.
"Did the rain strike you after all"
"Hey, Matsumoto? It's not time for a good night yet. Okay?
"According to the horoscope, Mio has something to sleep for early today."
"A good thing?
"Tomorrow's dessert will be f ce
"Furuchi, suki"
"Yes, it's Fleur. So let's go to sleep."
"Neru"
Of course it's a lie from your mouth. I don't feel well, so I just have to say this.
I don't know Mr. Mio's horoscope or his birthday.
In the meantime, Let s buy Luce later.
"Do we have to get rid of the makeup, too? Uh, in cotton...?
I can somehow get rid of my makeup while researching it on my smartphone. Hard to say perfect, but there are higher priorities.
Mio's neck muscles staring at the ceiling with a pompous face are lit with droplets of sweat.
"You have to wipe this first. It's a lot of sweat..."
I tried making a squeeze in the kitchen to bring it, but it's still a little resistant.
"If you're saying something like that."
"Hmm?
"Yes, Mr. Mio, Banzai"
"Banzai"
Unbutton the blouse and take it off, under it...... camisole? Yes, when I lifted the camisole, the black lace underwear appeared when I hit and changed.
"... you mean that"
"What do you mean?
"Mr. Mio's been working on it today."
"Really?
"Yes, it is."
Even though they are usually pumps with low heels, they were high heels today. I'm not familiar with that. Even I can tell. A tempered underwear.
I don't know what to say, but I don't really think Mr. Mio has a boyfriend I don't know or anyone close to it. It won't mean getting ready for a date.
Because.
"You had some important work to do today. I don't have much time to dry my wet clothes. Mio gave me the job."
Even the day I first met him, he said, "If you can't get the materials out of the house, the company could crush you". Sometimes I almost forget, but that's what Mr. Mio is in.
"So temperamental and impotent, when you're done, you lose your mind and catch a cold. Sounds like Mio's the last one with the sweet filling."
"That's not true... I'll do it right..."
"Yes, sir. Look, I'll wipe your body, so please try again."
"Mm."
It must be the heat, wiping Mio's body with a wet towel slightly lit by cherry blossoms.
What I can tell by touching it this way is its small size and the thinness that is going to break my hand like this.
It also fights the older cutters with such a body and the very system of society that makes it difficult for women to stand in front of anything.
That's this premature maiden, Mio.
It's weirder not to have a cold. At least, I think so.
"Out of the question, when you're thinking about it, you don't get evil feelings."
- It's a lie.
"Mio's favorite sweater is vertical. Okay?
"Ha, it's nothing"
Say it again; it is a lie.
I'm biting my tongue with full power right now. with his front teeth and, more importantly, he is chewing with his dog teeth more than his portal teeth.
But I can't do it a little bit if I don't. I can't say thank you.
"Ha ha, normal mind, normal mind"
"Oh, hi!
"Was it cold -? I can't tell you not to speak like that."
"Because."
"All right, Mr. Mio, it's me. Let's do the usual."
"What is that?
There is only one possible way to erase Eros from Mr. Mio, which is possible on this occasion.
"Ababa"
"Ababa?
"Ababa."
"Ababa!
My older sister is chirping (?) "Ababa" as she uplifts her cheeks in black underwear.
"No, yeah, what is it? I could wake up to strange sexuality. Let's get this over with."
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
Take a deep breath and man can calm down. Suck it.
"No, something smells good about Mr. Mio. The smell of cardboard is completely gone."
Hey, who's the guy who cleaned it?
It's me.
"In heaven, my father. Let me give you my name. Let me come to your country. Let the earth be as heavenly as you will."
I'm glad I went to church school when I was a kid.
I'm sorry I said "God knows" or something before this. Please help me now because I will repent.
Mr. Mio's sweat was completely wiped away just three times around the 'Lord's Prayer' he pulled out of the other side of his memory.