But we had only been together for seventeen hours, why couldn't we let go of that tenderness?
Facing her suspicious eyes, he scratched his face in embarrassment.
There was obviously a language barrier between the two of them, so... How could he explain this "accident"?
In this way, he could only squat in the living room with a silly smile and draw circles.
When he looked up again, he saw that she was sleeping against the door frame, not looking as cold as before.
※ A small reminder before reading the article ※
1. This is Grandpa Giotto's anti-travel BG, so don't enter with caution.
2. Because it is partially related to Xuelan-chan's "Ten Hours First Generation Second Part", it is normal that some parts look familiar and somewhat similar.
3. Feel free to complain about flowers and bricks, but don't go too far...
[Lie] I'm here to pay off my debt...
Intention: