Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

Listening to Zizzy's tail, which weakens him, Geisel sighed haha as he put his long legs together.

As you insert your finger into the neat collar, it loosens to sway left and right.

Zizzy looked at the situation from a little further away, but just pointed out her gaze so that Geisel, who cut off the numbness, could come next to herself.

There are drawbacks, and Zizzy, unable to say no, feels like a reflecting dog, sitting next to the dreaded Geisel.

"I'm not returning my loaned jacket"

"... Yes"

"Abandon wanting to rest and never come back"

".................. Yes"

The words of Geisel spinning pale.

Neither did the voice of his heart sound at all, and Zitzie closed her lid hard and decided to be ready to be reprimanded for this when she was genuinely angry.

But it did not rain any more of Geisel's accusations, and instead a clam and a heavy cloth fell over Twizzy's head.

Hurry and open your eyes but it's dark around. When he looks up in a hurry, he peeks at Geisel laughing from the gap.

"Eh ⁉ eh ⁉"

I'm on my head. Reach for it. The familiar texture looks like Geisel's jacket. Apparently, Geisel discovered what was folding on the couch and put it on Twizzy.

Geisel finally raised the corner of his mouth to Zizzy, who was still covered in a bumpy jacket.

"Sarah asked me"

"Eh ⁉"

"I guess he was helping people"

Apparently everything was telling, and Zizzy drowned with a small "sorry......"

Then Geisel narrows her eyes silently and strokes Zizzy's head over her jacket.

"No greetings. Never mind. It's just a public story anyway."

"So, but..."

"I'm glad I didn't have to show you too much. If I'd taken him with me, I'd have exploded more."

I don't know if he's lying or serious. To Geisel's words, Zizzy zeroed a grin. Then Geisel glances gently at him and lifts his upper body so as to peek in.

"I knew it - it's big for you, this is"

When I squealed, I spoke softly to Zizzy in the back of the jacket.

Many invitees still enjoy the party outside, with orchestra performances and lively talking voices flying all over the place.

But only for a moment, there was silence all around Zitzie.

Geisel releases her lips and wakes her body.

Then Zizie, unbeatably bright red by the dress, wanted to hide her illuminated face, or she was hand crossing the collar part of the jacket.

Geisel hits the silhouette, which I don't think is the queen of one country, and holds his mouth.

Tsitsy almost argues that she's being teased, but when she realizes something fuzzy, she pulls her jacket straight off.

Geisel on that? and look surprised.

"Why don't you take it off?

"Or I don't want to be seen in the face... and"

"And?"

"... I smell like Mr. Geisel, just a little more, okay..."

Eh heh, and look at Zizzy laughing embarrassingly. No, Geisel's face somehow turned back to "The Ice Emperor".

When Zizzy is surprised at what's wrong with a moment of transformation, suddenly Geisel grabs a spot on both shoulders.

'I thought I'd finally outdone the explosion... but I think this guy's bad for the whole thing right now. I am'

(Heh, Your Majesty ⁉)

Apparently, he pushed a switch that didn't come from Geisel's good.

The earlier kiss was adding and subtracting, and it just bites me up from the bottom. The hand that was placed on his shoulder stroked his arms and hips as Zizie fell behind him.

Eventually, with his jacket on his back, Zizzy took the form of looking up at Geisel.

Because of the lack of width of the sofa, one of Geisel's feet is lowered to the floor with a protrusion. The iron blue eyes were blushed as she hid the chandelier's backlight with dark hair.

"It would be better to be real than such a jacket"

"To, Your Majesty, …"

"It's Geisel."

Geisel's hand reaches out on Zizzy's cheek and her torso is getting much closer. Tsitsy didn't happen to close her eyes and try to accept it - but Concon and a third knock echo into the reception room.

"- Hello, Your Majesty, were you here?"

I hear you finished greeting Mr. and Mrs. Foster, and they just came back to say, oh man.

When you find the Zizzies sitting in line on the couch, you say, "Oh?," he leans his neck.

"What's wrong with you?

"Yes, no, it's nothing!

Twitsy's face, shaking her head, was red and her hair slightly disturbed.

Geisel, on the other hand, wears his shirt and jacket tightly and has a firm look next door. Tsitsy looked sideways resentfully wondering what kind of early work she had used.

Speaking of which, could your friend have been okay?

"Oh, yes! Sorry, thank you so much for everything."

"It's okay. Please tell me if anything happens again."

To Sarah, who laughs almost, Zizzy learned an unspeakable thank you. Reminds me of Elena at the same time.

(Elena... I hope you're okay...)

I'm also worried that the ladies were picking on me, but I was also concerned about my reaction to the dirty dress. Especially the voice of my heart that I only heard once.

Let's ask him at the next dress meeting, and Zizzy clutched one quietly in the palm of her hand.