In the fuzziness, I heard the call of that wipe and the sound of busy footsteps. My hand was always held by a warm big hand. The objects on my forehead were cool when they were hot. I was still conscious that I couldn't open the heavy eyelids. -

"girl..." -

who? I looked at the back of the wipe in front of me, but showed off some natural and unrestrained back, a little confused. -

the man in front of him was wearing a green gauze robe and holding a folding fan. He was intoxicated by his elegant posture. He slowly turned around and said, "how about that? Isn't...