After the Christmas ball, the drunk Germany Stone left her dance partner and wandered alone along the corridor to the stone statue wall in the front hall. Her center of gravity was unstable under her high heels, and her body tilted and fell onto a stone knight guard nearby.
"Huh? Something is so cold and hard that it makes me tingle."
Her cheeks were flushed, her smile was rippling, and the black sling hanging from her shoulders slid down. She squinted her intoxicating eyes and looked at the unknown stone soldier who stretched out his stone arms to support her.
"... Miss Stone, please respect yourself."
[Cold on the outside but hot on the inside, secretly in love with the perfect stone statue × Opening his mouth to drive, he is tired of being a passionate little badger]
I have no name, like a moth destined for sacrifice,
Even though he knew the inevitable fate, he still had no regrets.
I don't understand feelings, but when you touch me, the hot and lasting temperature,
It suddenly made me want to fight for it.
Intention: Give it a try for love