Sumi de ii Desu. Kamawanaide Kudasai

Winter tells me a lot of things to talk about while I didn't see him.

She likes talking from herself more than listening to them, so I watched Winter chatting happily about it.

I like people who talk.

That doesn't mean I don't like lousy people who don't like to talk.

Each has its advantages, and the chatter person talks aggressively even if this one doesn't think about the topic, and I can't breathe. There are many people who are lousy at speaking, so when I'm talking, I stick around talking too much about what I want to talk about, but I feel better and I want you to hear more.

I know it's a matter of combination, but at least I was a person who liked to listen to people.

"If you replace Matsushi, you'll be born a little earlier than me, and you'll be my sister? It's just a two-month difference! Even when I was training as a bride."

"Girls are tough. Were there two bride trainees?

"Because the house is close to each other, I was usually with that kid about everything. But I don't even have plans to go to the bride yet, but I'm gonna laugh at the bridesmaid training."

"Are you nineteen now?

"Also ~! Master Nojuku-sama, don't say it!

Be careful with your words during a woman's year! and face is turned back with both hands hidden.

Nineteen.

I still see it this way, it's slightly more grown-up, albeit nineteen. I'm an adult at the age of fifteen, so I'm an adult and I can't go wrong, but playing with men at the age of nineteen is amazing considering the future world ahead.

My feeling before reincarnation is that the adult is twenty years old, so she is twenty-four years old. Think like that and I'll be somewhat convinced. In the first place, as of the age of fifteen, Brother Shimizu Yisama and Brother Ribbon Yisama were already quite able to do so in many ways, so I am used to it and I recognize that it is something like that.

Turn around in the winter.

"No, sir."

"I want to see your pretty face."

"Oh, it's not in your hands!

"Winter ~"

"Yikes!

I got in a good mood and stroked my back.

Winter puts a nose song on the tone of the kite played by the new building. He was shaking his shoulders and slapping his hands modestly, feeling good enough.

... Good. I managed to regain my mood.

I couldn't apologize after that, so I almost cried a little, but when I looked at my face like that, I thought, "This is... ant," and I turned my expression to uplift my cheeks, and I ate a little excitedly. What's the ant? When I heard that, I couldn't tell Master Nojuku, he said, in the light, and with his nose rough.

... shivering that she might have opened the weird door... no, this shiver is just her grabbing my arm and shaking it.

Anyway, I want Winter to be laughing, so the situation is pretty helpful right now.

"Oh, yeah! Have a drink."

"Wait a minute."

In an upbeat mood, Winter wants alcohol.

I decide to ask Wazumi, who was behind me, to bring me the alcohol I have in front of my room. Umebi brought it to me in front of the sitting area, a sweet mouthful of alcohol for the winter.

In my words, Wazumi immediately rises up high, but he is sitting in the front seat and paralyzed, and he goes to the Xu in an unrestrained foothold. I can't help but feel like I want to help at the same time as I'm impressed when I see him like that. I haven't been here a week, but I'm working really hard.

Winter also noticed the motion of Wazumi, who had paralysed his leg, holding his fist and waving his arms small toward him. Apparently, you're backing up.

I thanked God that my customers, who make them, are only good women.

My personal life is scattered these days, but I have been healing in that part of my life for a long time.

Speaking of which, Yukino-sama was also a very sweet man. I was definitely not involved enough, but there is no such thing as a bad guy because Brother Shimizu is enough to forgive himself.

When I was bald, he'd never come out in front of her in the sitting area, but once he grabbed my head and stroked me in the hallway when I was wrong.

"The vulture that that kid recently went in?

"Yes, I am."

'She's a good girl. I'm sure it'll be a promising future. "

'... ha'

I was impressed that Brother Shimizu Yisa was returning a bitter laugh.

"Welcome, this way"

"Thanks. Winter's my usual cup, then."

"I'll pour it for you."

"Service?"

"Already!"

I get punched in the shoulder with peculiarity.

Winter wants to pour alcohol on me once in a while. I was reluctant at first, but it was every time, so I was left behind. I feel learned a lot in this brothel that it's best to be honest and sweet for people's generosity.

Wazumi brought the cup containing the pattern of shoreline flowers that Winter always used from the hallway next to the liquor.

Winter was holding his fist to see if he was unconscious again.

Alternate views of Wazumi and Winter. I'm pretty sure they're both delicious.

Umeki plays the kite without rest. You'll be tired of playing it all the time, but I've never heard of any job stupidity. As long as I'm successful because I don't even throw up weak sounds, but sometimes I want to see how childish I look is what I really am.

You noticed your gaze when you were looking at Umebi, and you looked up at me with your hands moving.

Her gaze matched and she was thrilled, but she smiled back as she narrowed her eyes.

That spare laugh is not cultivated at twelve years of age. As well as feeling terrified, he must also have been a delicious being.

"Sa, go ahead, Master Nojuku"

She pours alcohol into the black cup.

I don't know which one is the customer. This condition was also fun if you get used to it.

Say thank you and put your mouth on the cup.

"Is winter a snack at home?

I flush it down my throat and crowd it before turning back to her.

"Right...... I don't eat much. It's so full."

She doesn't eat much in a brothel. I asked for something about the knob, but I never went ahead and ate it.

I drink alcohol often instead, so occasionally I wonder which is the staple food.

"You must be in physical shape...............?

"Master Nojuku?

I guess it's physique, I tried to say, but I can't breathe instantly.

With the momentum that would take the salad inside the kimono, I even filled my chest and stomach, all at once.

"Master Nojuku? What have you done?

Something different from glare remains tight on the eyeball.

Even the breath inheritance that I had made normal until earlier went crazy like some tube was broken.

Something's tearing up from the bottom of my belly, this feeling.

I'm slowly losing my breath.

Every time I breathe, a hum and a strange noise come out of my mouth, like when I ran too far to make sure it tasted like iron in my mouth, there's such a sign.

Soon the kite stopped ringing.

"Azumi, stay out of the sitting area with Master Winter."

I slowly breathed oxygen to get back to normal breathing and asked him to be there before.

"Oh, my brother?

Turn every smile you can to Wazumi.

"Master Nojuku? Wait, what the hell?"

"Stay in the hallway for a little while in the winter."

An unpleasant sweat runs down my forehead.

Hot, but cold. I held my fist in one hand behind me for the feeling that my body was getting cold.

"Brother Yi!

"Umegi, call my uncle. If you weren't there, you could be a man, a superintendent, a cook, quick."

"Yeah, I'll call you in a hurry. But."

You can't make a place like this look like winter.

She... she must not be shown to the guests.

Woo, and put your hands on your mouth to stop what crawls up. I swallowed what came to the top, but still got a little out, and my palms were red and dirty.

The hand of Umebi, who was stroking my back, stops. I heard a breathtaking noise.

"Wazumi, don't leave Winter for him."

"Wow, I get it"

It's a confusing Wazumi, but I stand in front of Winter to hear my favor.

On the other hand, she looked at me in tears just like she saw something scary but didn't want to leave.

I wiped it, but stare at it to eat what would be attached to the edge of my mouth.

"Until just now,... Because no way, hey, you're not, are you?

"No, I'm not."

"I don't like it! Because Master Nojuku,... let go of me, Umeki! Wazumi!"

The two of you will take her at my behest, foolish. There were tears that bored me until I closed them, but I could still hear them slightly even when they closed. Not in the hallway, but because it's about Umeki, you take him with you to the main room, or at least you didn't hear him from in front of the room.

"Gu,... keho"

- Bicha.

This time it is impossible to contain it and a large amount of red liquid drips off my mouth. A beautiful tatami spreads brightly colored red red like a plaid.

I could no longer stand and fell on one knee.

I felt painful again, couldn't breathe, and I snapped my throat.

"Wild Daisies"

What the hell was in this booze?

Seeing it about to be drunk, I narrow my eyes.

I'm sure this is called "poison".

I don't know when that stuff got into booze. Maybe a cup, not a drink.

For now, the good news would be that Winter didn't say this. Unlike usual, this might have happened to Winter if she had been drinking first. It's frightening to think so.

It's impossible for her to poison it. I'm not the kind of person who wants relative death, and the liquor was prepared here. I haven't seen Winter touch Virtue until the moment I'm poured.

Besides, maybe it's not booze. I was mouthing something before that, and I had a drug that worked like a poison turning when I drank... No... would I overthink it?

Or do you think I just got a weird disease?

Then I hope so.

Fall ill, spit blood, and then.

I'd like to hope she doesn't get suspicious if she wishes.

Though I told Waquan to attach it to the winter lady, the load made me do something a little heavy.

... Yet I am getting strange and optimistic when it comes to my life's flames getting smaller.

Anyone should think about dying once. I thought about it once, too.

I guess you cry a lot, or will someone cry, or will you lie down sick and watch your family die, or will you die alone and lonely? Various.

But I was thinking about none of that right now.

- I was wondering if I'd die like this again.

"Something I Don't Have a Step In."

"Are you crazy?

... Again?

... Also, when did you die like that?

Humans only die once. I can only live once.

Also, what a strange expression.

"Shouldn't Mr. Shimizu!

"You bark a lot."

A dark-haired, luscious man, unlike me, floats suddenly in the back of his brain.

Oh, I felt in the corner of my heart that the running light was going to start.

I remember vividly the feeling of an interrupting moment in my breath.

Always remember when you die.