"Zhou-kun, there you are"
When I went home to get dressed and head to the living room, I was smiling and slapping with my hand at midday when I was already home. Your own thighs.
If you stare at your face at midday unexpectedly without knowing why, pound with a gentle grin, slap your legs again.
Apparently, they're telling me to come here, but if Zhou is going to be at midday, there's no way the Zhou can still be seated at midday.
Staring at her with confusion, the smile turns into a bitter smile.
"I thought you were in a bad mood."
Apparently, they were spotted at midday as well. No, if the side of the gate is spotting it, it's only natural that it's spotting it at midday.
For once I wanted to hide it in front of her, so if I cheek at the spotted awkwardness, I laugh weirdly at midday just saying I knew it.
"It's about Zhou Kun, so I won't force you to refuse, but you'll hate it inside. Different?
"... it's hitting, but come on"
"So I thought I'd be in a good mood."
"Do you say it in front of him?
"Hehe. Don't you like it?
"... I know your reply, but who does it resemble to ask?"
"Zhou-kun, right?"
I can't argue with you saying that, but I just move my lips with a mozo.
At midday, when I smiled creepily, I slapped my leg again.
To the seduction of a soft looking leg covered in a calm Bordeaux skirt, Zhou sits slightly away from midday even as he hesitates and gently puts it on his head on his leg as he lays down.
Turning to look up at midday, a midday smile descended.
Then a white, thin finger slips into the dark hair of the perimeter.
"... Zhou-kun cares about me and hates me?
"There's that too, and... simply didn't want me to show the others"
"Are you kidding me?
"Yakichi, or the monopoly craving?... Really, I didn't like it"
I know it's very unpopular selfishness, so I subtly embarrass myself on my emotional discharge, and I turn my face toward my midday tummy.
In the middle of the day I let go of my little laughing exhale around like that and gently combed my hair with my fingers so that I could forgive her, so that I could soften.
"Well, I don't like it either and want to wear my service clothes in public, but it's a decision, so hey."
"... n"
"But you promised me first."
"... of what?
"Zhou-kun should be the first one to show it."
If I accidentally turned my face back and looked up at midday, a seeping scuff of prank-like appearance was floating.
"Zhou Kun is the first person to look at me, and... there may be many customers (your husband) to welcome me, but sir, is there only one person?"
At the end of the day it was an interrupted and hesitant thing to be ashamed of, but at midday when I did say it, the cheeks of the perimeter also have nature and heat.
Still, if I stared at her without distracting from her gaze, I was finally pushed in the face with a cushion that was on my side that was no longer bearable.
Gentle enough to be able to breathe, it is often conveyed that there was, but I want to close my sight. At midday like that, Zhou did not disappear even if he swirled in the back of his chest, but something else… I had a new feeling that it was close to being called a rustle.
I guess what comes out of it is love.
"... then I will endure"
"... Yes"
As usual, it was midday when I didn't try to cover my face with a cushion to show it, but I could imagine the look on my face, so Zhou smiled small and turned to his side, burying his face in his midday tummy.