I glanced at the thing in my hand with dull eyes, and I wondered, when did this kind of thing become a symbol of ownership?

"If you don't like the white one, I can change it to another color. I will give you one every time we meet in the future." Feletelia said with a narrow smile on her face behind the quilt.

Telephone!

Where is the phone!

I need to call the mental hospital, they came out with a mental patient!!!

"No need, this one is very good." I looked at the thing in my hand again, "By the way, where should I put it?"

"Of course I keep it in mind."

This, do you want me to eat it?

I found that finding a female literary youth as a girlfriend is a very challenging task, and I can't seem to do it.

"Then I'm going to give you one of mine as a gift in return?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt like I had also been debuffed by the lunacy.

As expected, Feletelia was stunned, her eyes widened, and she never expected that I would say this.

The girl who was still giggling on the bed one moment was completely blushing the next second. Her hands were ravaging the bed quilt in front of her, stirring and stirring. A pair of eyes wandered around my face and in front of the quilt: "This, originally

,I want

, I’m asking you for a shirt you’ve worn so that I can smell it every day. But since you’ve already asked me to give it to you, give me one that you, you, have used. Then remember to give it to me tomorrow.

I want the one you're wearing now."

Critical!

Five times the crit!

I can't!
Chapter completed!