Your Highness, the Voice of Your Heart is Leaking!

Geisel narrowed her eyes again when she saw Zizzy, who could flaunt her face with joy. When you place the empty basket on the table, you hug up the zizzy sitting on the couch. Zizzy, whose body suddenly rose and became unstable, hastily grabbed Geisel's chest.

Let's go.

"Heh, Your Majesty ⁉ Um"

"It's Geisel."

Geisel repeats somewhere fun and moves to the bed waiting in the center of the room. Gently lowering Zizzy on the sheet, Geisel took off her jacket and threw her sleigh out by the sleeping table.

As he stays in his shirt, he lowers his hips next to his nervous twitsy.

(Ko, my heart is ready...!

Zizzy waited for Geisel's trend, shamed by the vivid sound of the gizzy, ringing tree that made her want to block her ears.

Geisel softly hugs Zizzy and combs her fingers tangled in silver hair to love her.

"Zizzy......"

Eventually, Geisel held Zizzy's body vigorously, and he put his head on its shoulder. Soft dark hair tickles Zizzy's clavicle and her voice leaks unexpectedly.

I thought they pushed me down toward the sheets as they were, and I got a solid Geisel weight on top of Twizzy. The body temperature transmitted over the shirt is so hot that Zizzy can't finally hide the upset.

(Ko, what the hell do I do from here... ⁉)

It was Zizzy who was fixing herself up to nervousness, but wait, wait, wait, wait. None of them have the next hand. Geisel stopped moving at all from there, and I wonder what happened, and Zizzy peeks into his face about time.

Then Geisel, with his long eyelashes down, continues to breathe easily and quietly, holding Zizzy back.

(Maybe, I fell asleep...?

I'll try to get a little dizzy, but instead of waking up, he seems to be sleeping even deeper.

Desperately creating a gap and managing to only get out of his right arm, Zizie reached for the dreaded Geisel's hair.

Unlike the coldness of your eyes, silky black hair gives you a pleasant feel. Zizzy laughed bitterly when she saw how Geisel kept asleep.

(I knew you were tired...)

Apparently fatigue and sleeping appetite have pushed their limits by coming here. I'm sure he worked more than usual to come back today.

Zizzy gently strokes Geisel's head. It's an act you'll never be able to do against him that's happening, but only now will you be forgiven.

(Kind of, maybe cute......)

At the same time relieved, with a complex mood for shoulder watermarks, Zizie tried to escape from his arms so that Geisel could rest at all. But there is no sign that Geisel's power, which should be asleep, will weaken at all, and Zizzy gradually causes anxiety.

(Maybe,... again?

Zizzy, who knew so much about his stubbornness when he fell asleep, sighed haha. If this happens, it will be a waste of resistance already.

Zizzy, who gave up, is the only one on his right hand who will be free, and when he sprinkles Geisel's forehead, he drops his mouth on whether to touch it or not.

"Good night, Master Geisel..."

Zizzy touches Geisel's hair several times, as if to refrain from an elegant black leopard. Eventually I tried to hold his head and closed my eyelids myself.

When I woke up the next morning, Zizzy was in Geisel's arms.

Soon a fluffy blanket covered his shoulders, much warmer than when he slept alone. I was a zizzy trying to get out of a state of dreams, but I was stiff to the sight in front of me.

(Heh, Your Majesty's face, close...)

I didn't care so much because it was from behind in my previous companionship, but this time it was hugged in a way that firmly confronted Geisel. I wonder when the hell I've changed my posture, and while I'm suspicious of my behavior, I try to distance myself a little bit.

Then you noticed Zizzy's movements, and Geisel opened her eyes with a nod. Beautiful iron blue eyes glimpse.

"... Zizzy?

"Ga, Dear Geisel..."

When Zitzie looked up in horror, Geisel shook his mouth down. Instead of releasing him, however, he puts his strength into his arms and draws Tsitsy harder to get away.

Zizzy, who has been kept face close to his chest since earlier, against Geisel, who delightfully leans on his silver hair, is not a hoard.

(Or your body, touch it...)

Even though it separates the shirt, the collar is wide open and the dewy complexion is the poison to the eyes. Geisel finally opens his mouth when Zizzy is baffled by the feeling of supple muscles.

"... good morning"

"Good morning, sir..."

"... n"

"I wake up in the morning and I have the most zizzy... how happy I am..."

Zizzy turned bright red in an instant to Geisel's sleeping appearance, smiling with her eyes open, and the voice of her heart that revealed joy.

Did you notice that, Geisel makes sure to slide his fingers between his hair and turn them up when he puts his hand around Zizzy's neck? Shortly after he resisted, his mouth was blocked, and Zizie hurriedly closed her eyes.