The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

Me being driven to the wall. I drove him to the wall, Master Clark.

Warning sounds ringing in my head.

Beautiful face stares at me.

Close, close, close!

I unintentionally do my hand in front of my face, but that hand is easily tangled up by Master Clark as well.

Stop, don't stroke my hand looking at me!

"Letty's really cute."

There is heat on my face when I am told with a loud voice.

"Cute where it turns red that way too"

I've said it many times already, Master Clark says.

I don't care how many times you tell me, anything embarrassing is embarrassing!

I can see the heat gathering unnecessarily on your face in Master Clark's words.

"Ugh."

All you can do is groan at me, and Master Clark sees me with a happy face.

Let's be honest. I have no romantic tolerance.

It's love. I became Lady Clark's fiancé before I knew it was love. Naturally I was kept away from the opposite sex so as not to be unfaithful. I mean, I don't know this sweet air.

On top of zero romantic experience, and zero contact with heterosexuals other than relatives, this attack is somewhat harsh.

I can't stand it and I'm about to cry.

"Give me a break..."

The voices that came out are going to disappear and surprise me myself. I had never thought I would have such a weak voice.

Master Clark strokes my head like that. So stop doing that!

"Leticia"

Master Clark smiles.

"For now, let's move"

Huh? And before I spoke, Master Clark put me in his arms.

"No, no, no, let me down. Yeah."

I'll be right down.

That's what he said. Bed is ahead of him.

"No, no, no. I knew you wouldn't let me down. Yeah."

"Letty is selfish."

No, this is never selfish. I'm just desperately following the warning noise that rings with my head!

But I couldn't hear my claim like that, and I was gently put down in bed.

"Lettie Lettie, sweetie Lettie..."

I am whispered in a voice that is about to crush my back.

Master Clark approaches me in a covered and covered position over me being unloaded into bed.

This is the one that really sucks!

"I think this kind of thing has to happen after we get married!

In a hard, squeezed voice, I can stare at you with a decent face.

"Oh."

Master Clark said with the look that came to mind.

"Don't worry. I won't until we're married."

"Huh?"

"It's my dream to be married, to be a formal couple."

... You had that dream.

Looks like he's out of crisis and he's out of power. Ugh, and when I exhale, Master Clark shrugs my hair off.

"I'll put up with your lips until you do it in a ceremony."

It's a dream, too, I say.

It's a maiden chick dream, I couldn't say.

Because I've been mouthing it on the hair I've got in my hand.

I'm gonna get my mouth pounded with a red face. That would be hilarious.

Without worrying about me like that, Master Clark laughs.

"Except for my lips."

That brings me closer to my face.

Chiu, make a noise and your face leaves.

"Ho, ho, ho, cheeks..."

Master Clark seems very happy when he holds down his mouthed cheeks in awkwardness.

"It was my dream to do this."

Don't make it happen!