About my dream of being their mother

I talked about love.

How should I put it, it feels very different.

Because I was the one who gave blindly in the past... This is the first time I feel the feeling of being given.

Very novel.

I went to see the sea with him, and saw the wide and fluffy sea.

I went to the Ferris wheel with him and kissed and hugged at the top.

At last.

He asked me for my cell phone number.

but I do not have.

"Don't you have... a cell phone?"

Jianren Qihai was taken aback.

"I don't like to use these things very much."

It's like saying that people who are used to touching mobile phones don't like to use mobile phones.

"Like This."

He shook my hand and said nothing more.

We walked hand in hand on the road, with grass growing on both sides of the road.

It's green and looks so cute.

--but.

"...I can smell it."

The smell of blood on him.

"You can totally smell it."

The smell of blood is very strong, so strong that 30% of the smell in the air has overflowed.

"Next time, can you tell me something?"

At least I also want to help him share a little pain or something.

"Sorry, that's the only thing I can't do." Jianren Qihai rejected my request and looked at me very seriously.

"Only this is not allowed."

"why."

"■■■■■■■■."

"It's too much."

"Ah... is it too much?"

"kindness……"

"what……"

"■■■■■■■■■."

He was amazed, then laughed.

"No, I'm enough alone."

"I'm an adult and a male."

"I should be taking responsibility for a whole family."

"There's nothing that shouldn't be..." I think Jianren Qihai probably treated me like a child.

"Together, we can have a complete family."

This is how I understand it.

but he. "I just want you to be well."

"No." I corrected him, "You have to be good."

"..."

For a long time, those eyes were tired, mixed with indescribable, pitiful, ... too many words, I don't think there are any words to describe these eyes.

He looked at me with those eyes.

"It's dangerous."

It's like looking at your most precious treasure.

"so……"

he really...

"I don't want you to be involved in such a world."

what…

like…

there is something...

Ma Ma ground, crispy.

It has filled my heart.

"District Office..."

But I don't have a Fujimoto household registration, so I can't register.

I told Nanami Jianren about this.

but he……

"I see."

He accepted everything calmly.

"Nana Ming."

"kindness?"

"I want to call you Nana Ming."

"...is there any difference?"

"Chinese is different."

"what…"

"I want to cook for you tomorrow, is that okay?"

He visibly hesitated.

"Let me do it."

He said.

"Sakurako."

Excessive!

I poked the pudding inside with a fork, and looked away angrily.

Is the food I cook so unpalatable!

Two-faced Su Nuo has never been disgusted!

Too much too much!

"are you angry?"

"Hmph." I turned my head away and ignored him.

"Don't be angry." He rubbed my head, "I want to cook for you all the time."

"Do you want to?"

"I'll learn what you want to eat, whether it's Western food or Chinese food."

"I want to... drink."

Nana Ming once told me that his father or grandfather was Danish and was very good at drinking.

I seem to have drank too.

but i feel...

It's not okay to not drink in this situation.

"Have a glass of wine."

"Is it an ancient Chinese ritual?"

"Yes." I took out the wine and taught him how to do it.

His hand went around mine, and my hand went around his.

"Drink a cup of wine."

"It's husband and wife."

"And then?" He asked like a child.

"And then." Probably drank the bar, I threw him down like a teacher.

"It's wedding candles."

"That's good."

"kindness."

"I can know Sakura..."

"Me too……"

The mature and reliable adult chuckled, hugged me in his arms, combed my hair over and over again, and finally, when taking off my coat——

"is it okay?"

Yes.

"But I don't have a household registration, Fujimoto."

"...I'm so sorry, I didn't have a wedding."

"...I don't really care about that."

"me too."

what…

Me, it seems true.

fell in love.

I ended up crashing into his world just like that.

Unable to extricate themselves, addicted to it.

The author has something to say: I love Nana Ming... QAQ

If the curse is not a thunderstorm, I must write a Nanaming one! ! ! ! (clench small fists)

Nana Ming is true in the end [Running to the embrace of death without hesitation]

Damn real man! ! ! ! ! (furious)