In a certain barren mountain, a bonfire burned alone.
A certain male protagonist looked at a certain female protagonist's swollen and tender cheeks when she was asleep. He couldn't hold it back and secretly stretched out his finger to poke it. O(∩_∩)O~~It's so soft and tender. Well, poke it again, O(∩_∩)O~~, come on again...
A certain heroine who was woken up by the poke had a dull look on her face: What are you doing?
Serious face: Oh, you just had a layer of demonic aura on your body. I'm not worried. I'll help you take a look.
There seems to be nothing wrong~ Damn it, labor and management are monsters, okay?