Mr. Okura apologized to me for coming every day from that day. It was as if we were rolling the little happiness of our couple. It was just a matter of telling my husband, and I knew that he would help me as soon as I spoke to my father. But for some reason I couldn't. Every time I was strongly held by Director Okura, my body lost its resistance. The act of swaying against that gentle tone sparked the uglyness of sleeping in me. and seven days later...
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