When I woke up, I saw the piece of fabric she wrapped around in front of me.
Apparently he hit a turnaround, and his face is pointing to her side of the body.
Thanks to the smell of softener and the smell of sweet milk inherent in midday, I could tell that my face would start to have a twitchy fever.
There is no reason to keep looking near your stomach at the boulder. If you look up in fear, there is a midday when you look down at your surroundings with a merciful look.
I failed, I guess because I saw that there was still more at midday than I thought. The angle from below accentuates the mass, so I can't wait.
"Good Morning"
"... good morning"
"That was neat."
Kusu, and a small laugh at midday, was more like a really happy breeze than a tease, and a mother's look as if a healthy child were happy to have gone to bed.
At midday when I continue to stroke my hair with the expression of mercy, I am filled with a desire to wander around as a circumference.
I'm not ashamed of being seen sleeping on my face or anything, but it seems boring to think that I was being touched to spoil it with such a look. I don't hate it and I'm rather happy. I learned to be ashamed of myself.
"... how long have you been asleep"
"Is it an hour?
"Sorry."
"No, I enjoy touching Zhou-kun's hair."
"... I see."
At midday, when he was still stroking Zhou's hair and enjoying the touch, Zhou couldn't look directly and turned away.
"Did you not like Zhou-kun?
"... if you don't like it, you're not asleep"
"Really? I'll do it whenever you say so."
"... don't take that lightly."
"Why?"
"... really"
I'm about to get it wrong, around my mouth closed without being able to say anything, and I keep moving my palms at midday with my neck hanging.
"I like to touch Zhou-kun and be touched."
(So don't take that lightly...)
There must be nothing else at midday.
As for him, he is hungry for skin because of his family environment, and if he caresses his head, it will calm him down, but depending on what he asks, he has a preference, so it also sounds like the wind that being touched can happily connect to him.
"... that's what makes me sexually harassed."
"Sexual harassment"
"I'm gonna touch your body."
"Where?
"Holy shit, where... well... don't make me say it..."
You don't have to tell me where a boy wants to touch his heterosexual body.
I nodded around my face turning red, and at midday I was good at "oh" after repeated blinks.
"Because I want to touch it?
"... if you're a woman you're socializing with, by agreement"
"In the end, Zhou-kun won't do anything."
"Ugh."
"Phew, phew, Zhou-kun is very disciplined and gentleman, isn't he?"
"Weird"
"I like Zhou-kun's place like that."
Funny, Zhou held his breath to the words he said with a laugh of fun.
He has nothing to do with it.
I'm saying that this preference is preferred as a person, not as a heterosexual person.
Though I knew that, my heart hurts.
He's got a knee pillow in the first place, so he's going to get it wrong. You can't help thinking you're somewhat fond of being spoiled like this.
As for the circumference, which would actually have some favor, but I don't know what type and how much it was, my heart was going to be in trouble because I was overjoyed by the midday words.
"... that's all"
That's what I said as best I could, Zhou turned his back from midday by hitting a turnaround.