"... Belle?
"Oh, sorry... eh"
Unexpectedly cheating... I can always wield that huge sword in front of a broken knee... at first glance, gassed at my slender arm. No ears! No whispering! No accidental hitting of sweet voices!! (///////) and look out for this one who fell into a "crushing hips” phenomenon that seems to anyone to understand what was about to happen. Huh. He smiled and held me as he was.
"Wow! Daijibu, it's okay. You can walk yourself."
Vision lifts up tightly, for a lightly embraced outfit. After I sobered up your relationship and responded to your proposal, this hug was "no problem," after all, quite embarrassing. With a sweet scented neck, if you do it and say "walk".
"This will be faster... and I want to be touching the bell"
and.
Huh!? You're such a character...!? And did it tell you that it was confusing?
"The time away was too long. … let's take the time to discuss that too"
Mr. Chris casually “wouldn't let him get away with it” because he had seeped such horrible signs in his smile. For some reason, it is better to stop thinking slightly.
Meanwhile, the person who packed the time, fluttered, mouthed on his cheek......
—— Ugh.
Ugh...
—— It was a lie OOOOOOO!!?!?!??
And I scream with my heart.
Pretending to be unfamiliar. Sure, on the back of someone who goes "let's go home".
"Ya, um... what's that... no. Yes, well... yes."
Hot air is gushing out of my face, but I can't believe it.
"... I forgot something... I want to go get it,"
The cloth on my chest was pulled twig, huh? Has he noticed how I am pointing to the back of the woods in a good mood to be? Well, with my special skills, I was wondering if I could get there without dying. Flip your body, "Which one?".
I knew I'd whisper "I'll walk..." or something, but I tried to apply. "Never mind," he slashed, returning to that house in the view of Evergreen...
I've been running exactly now, following in such footsteps a regular Mr. Chris', walking sound called crisp.
For example, try to deflect consciousness from them, distracting the skin of the skinny arm of the person who is holding me up, far from the luxurious arm.
Still, “man man," I raised the heat on my stiff chest, staying, staying, wrong...! And, look at the throat buddha, fire again. The clavicle stiffness is also colorful...! And you're a crazy bitch!! And stick it in. Sooo, ha, do it and say, "People can ascend, no matter what height, even...! To selfless frontiers with the Zen of my heart!!"... align your eyelids with your critical.
In the next moment, to a fluffy, floating sense of danger, eh, where are we!? What happened!? And, unexpectedly, open your eyes and explore.
"I don't take much hostility..."
and look at the flowery monster of the lotus, which is starving predators.
Well, let's go as quiet as possible ---. Mr. Chris, fly high.
Huo… and the wind stroking his cheeks, although there is no way he will fall. Wouldn't you find out if this was sweet? I hugged him with that thought.
Well, even for me, there are times when I'm careful.
—— Now it's time to sweeten up a lot......
I think she was a tough woman there in the previous world. My husband was also stiff, so he was a strangely mature couple. Marriage at exemplary age, exemplary family planning. It was a tough profession for each other, and I felt saved by it, but it didn't have to be cheek-dyed or sticky sweet like this.
In the first place, I've hardly met such a powerful man walking beside an adult woman in that world. I could jump to such a height, that was the product of fantasy. There was no brave position, and neither monsters nor dungeons can be anything but games.
Because you have the skill of power, you can hold it so light...? and. Because I'm sure no matter how much weight I gain ahead of me, it won't be as heavy as that mushroom. So this is how you can sweeten it for a while...? That's what makes me feel so yummy, I just do a little...... cuckoo.
"What's up? Scared?"
And the reaction just came down and I just tried to be a little sweet. Shh...! Because I can't crack my mouth.
"No, no! It's okay."
Try your best, deny “fear”.
When I returned to the ground and did not wait so long, I dyed my face bright red again, pointlessly, as I repositioned myself on one arm without speaking.
Ko, Ko, this is a one-armed guy, right? Adult women? I've never dealt with them and really had a one-handed hug or anything... and. No, it could have been held up and run at the end of Lisertia Festa...? Digging up memories like that, stiffness after doing awaaaaaa there again and getting bored.
Because his eyes, in a position to look down just a little, look up at this one, and also, he looks happily nicked from the heart.
—— So, so Mr. Chris, isn't this the kind of character!??
Fushu... and the hot air ran out and dried up on his shoulder.
To me like that, Mr. Chris should know absolutely, "What's up?" and another mean voice in my ear.
I'm kind of regretting it, "Mr. Chris... is too sweet...".
Who is a handsome brave man who only stopped for a moment to answer from here and leaked his kutzu and voice.
"I thought she was an unusual daughter..."
Like a monologue, he began to casually speak of the potpourri, the potpourri, until I entered his sight.