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Strange question from him

Standing in delight, I slightly smiled sweetly at her, and at the right moment, she said a soft, but painful word.

“Aam, perverted.”

My heart was immediately pierced by a pointy object, such as being stabbed by an arrow that was right on target, directly towards my heart and penetrated into the contents of my brain memory, it was very painful.

“True, perverted.”

He repeated the same thing, and this time the second arrow.

I was confused by the word he just repeated, because I don't want any misunderstandings between us, I'll be honest.

“Mesum? Sorry Ida! You see, your clothes were slightly open, and I accidentally looked up at your chest. You are that..”.

“Indeed I why..?”

I took a step, I saw a pretty face and a fragrant smell from this close distance, then I touched her head, saying softly.

“You look small and cute in my eyes.”

“A-what... Small and cute you say?”

Ida parried my hand, then looked back at my face, her black eyes were like sparkling black diamonds, and they looked beautiful in my eyes.

“Iya small and cute... Is it my words are wrong?”

Of course, my conversation was about Ida's face and height.

“Aam, stupid.”

“Stupid…? I…? Where is wrong?”

“Iya, Aam fool... Hump...!”

And this is the third, I have been confused by it with a very painful word, where is the stupid word on which side?

Don't know why? At the right moment, his heart instantly turned calm for no reason. I was thinking, what is this? The rain is gone!

I stretched out my hand, making sure it was raining, and it turned out, yes. Not a single drop of rain dripped into the puddle in front of me, I just closed my umbrella, looking up at the sky.

I looked towards her who was again looking up at the sky as well, she was like a sunflower who wanted to get some rays from the sun.

Slowly the light shone all over his body.

The shape of her smiling face expression was sweet looking up, but inside my heart it was, something stuck. She smiled a little forced? Like something was in his way in life. Who the hell is that?

Like a princess locked in her own room, she had neither the key nor the will to leave.

“Aam, I want to ask you?”

“Yes, it's okay, please ask me anything. But, do not question like the thing that makes me feel difficult, you huh?”

“Why did the sad cloud not bring down its rain, but at a happy moment, he did not smile, but let out his tears?”

“Hmmm…? Why yes…? Ida, did your question not come back?”

“Not. My question is weighty really, not carelessly.”

I complained of the breath, then thought in astonishment, but time…

“Old…! Yes already. That question, PR for you, yes?”

“What? That question, PR for me?”