Although I want to argue about how important this honeymoon is, my body won't let me continue arguing. As long as I was touched by Keith, I easily fell into a deep sleep. So Keith took me to the restaurant of the hotel for dinner. I don't know what the alien food is made of. Let Keith choose, otherwise I will eat strange things.

As for vertigo, it was much better now than before, and still a little dizzy, but this time I didn't tell him, and when he asked him what was going on, for he wanted to go out for a walk, he could only say that it...