The princely good-looking man holds the girl who was about to bump into her or fall down the stairs refreshingly -.

Girl cartoons are a sight.

In my case, I keep catching and clinging to my sister diving every day, but this time it's a little different.

What a surprise. This myself is hugged.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?

A handsome voice, even though it reaches your ears, high and sweet.

It looks like a man or a woman, a beautiful shape.

Someone like that held me.

(Isn't this the child of the guardian I saw the other day? of the same age as me or Brev)

A man?

A woman?

Either way, it's true you look good.

Do you want me to call you handsome?

Why am I being held by this neutral aesthetic?

That's simply because we almost ran into each other.

Before I tried to bend the corner, a handsome guy just popped up on his early feet.

I was out of balance trying to avoid a collision, in the form of being supported by a handsome guy on the verge of falling.

"I'm so sorry. I was in a bit of a hurry."

Whoa, whoa.

It's just me.

You don't know your gender better and better.

As the confusion was being applauded, the handsome man peered into my face with Seriously.

"Is that it? Did you see it in the aisle during this time, maybe?

"Huh? Uh... yeah"

Apparently, you remembered it over there.

To my answer, he (she?) gives Paa and a bright smile.

"Oh, I knew it! But seeing you here means you're an associate of the Chamber of Commerce? Like your parents work here?

No, I don't work for anything...

Before I answered, he guessed with his expression.

"No? So, are you a nobleman, or are you from the rich?

If I see you in a place like this twice, do I naturally think you're from quite a house?

Or are you who you are?

Because my outfit feels like I can see or not around the second and third son of a cruel, inferior nobleman.

At least, you won't look poor.

It's just still not noble or wealthy.

"Nothing. I'm not wealthy. We're not here, Dad."

Publicly, though.

I'm not saying I'm lying, but here's what I have to say. You can't even give me the name of the Marquis.

Then you look handsome with me in your arms, and you show me how depressed you are. Looks like a scolded puppy.

"I'm sorry. You asked me something insensitive."

"No, I didn't know, and I had no choice."

I mean, wasn't this kid in a hurry?

Are you selling oil with me?

(Ah, no, wait. As soon as I point that out, I feel like I'm going to walk away. Before we do that, let me try to get rid of this chest moya)

It's a name.

Ask for a name.

So, man or woman, you'll see.

"Speaking of which, you haven't said hello yet, have you? I'm Alto Crane Putt. What about you?"

"Oh, this is rude. I'm Noel Callein. Citizen Officer, the eldest son of Tace Callein."

Grr......

Isn't that a name that can be used by both men and women without Noel or Chris......!

No. From the name, I still don't know.

(Ask the person directly? No, that would be rude)

I'll take a look.

On a neat face, long lashes.

You're a real beauty, handsome.

"Duh, what's wrong? If they stare at me so much, I'd be ashamed...?

I blushed and was distracted. It's a slightly uber reaction.

With all this beauty, I think we're gathering our gaze, both male and female.

But thoughtless.

I just got the name, I didn't know the gender.

We'll have to give up here......

"Seriously, I'm sorry to stare. I thought you were in a hurry."

"Ahhh!

A handsome guy screams. It was a little up-rubbed voice color.

"Oh, I'm sorry! I have to go now! I'm keeping my father waiting!

That's how you look good running out with me in your arms.

"Whoa, whoa. Take me and what are you going to do!?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I felt comfortable holding her."

I've never been told that before. I'm a stuffed animal or something.

I was gently brought down to the ground. That's a nice way to put it down.

Maybe he's the type who cares unconsciously.

"... but that's a lot of power. I can't believe you can not only lift it, but also hold it and run."

"Oh, yeah. I have no talent for witchcraft. I don't know if I can replace you, but I'm confident in my physical abilities.

Nice and laughing handsome with no particular look on her hold on the complex when it comes to witchcraft.

It was a refreshing yet slightly nihilistic way to laugh.

You look great, this guy.... Damn.

"Again, I'm sorry about everything, huh? Well, I'll be there. I hope to see you again. Alt-kun."

"Good in Al"

"Yeah. Okay, Al. I want you to abandon me. Then it's time to bye now. See you later!"

You look handsome waving around with a full smile on your face. The grin over here is usually cute.

Looking good and cute? You're the strongest.

I mean, these hallways shouldn't run...

"I don't know. He's a bad guy, but he doesn't seem to be."

Feeling the warmth of a little encounter, I headed to wash my hands again.

"Oh, welcome back, oh, oh, oh!

Returning to the reception room, my lovely little Meishister greeted me with a smile.

Looks like he's recovered from drunken mode already.

He runs with a smile as he sticks his hands out towards me.

"I'm home, Fee"

Embrace each other with disappointment.

"Eh heh heh. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Following the handsome one earlier, he was mentioned in his embrace.

Nothing. I'm not supposed to be soft or anything.

Isn't it hard enough for you?

Thinking like that clouds the look on your sister's face.

"... so it smells like...!

Apparently, he smelled handsome. We've been holding each other for a while.

Well, there will be some migratory incense.

(But it's Phee. I don't know if she's a girl. Admittedly it smelled good)

"Oh, Al. You shouldn't cheat on me, should you, Fi?

Yeah, something extra.

If your sister gets furious, what are you going to do?

"I was just about to bump into you. Don't say anything weird."

But even if I explain it that way, My Sister is pointing her mouth in dissatisfaction.

Yeah. These faces are cute, too.

"Holy shit, dude. Stick around, dude!

"I'm sorry. I'll be careful, forgive me."

........

My Angel is looking up at me, hugging me.

".. Kisu"

And you get pompous and squeaky, terms of reconciliation.

Kuh......!

At some point, so well negotiated......

He said he saw me break.

My cheeks are moving as I pretend to be angry.

I'm sure he's trying his best not to get a melting smile.

(But are you okay, me? In the future, be careful not to become a bad brother who can't resist Fee...)

With complicated thoughts, I kissed my sister.