The Me Who Wants To Escape The Princess Training

"Negrije will arrive."

"Huh? What? Curse?"

"Chi Chi!

Bridget says something about a misunderstanding. It's not! It's not cursory at all!

"Still can't get on the balls. Hit me? Take it. Stand up, will you?

"How do I hear where it happens!?

Bridget is beginning to make some mistakes. Bridget laughed with her nose as she glanced at me denying it. Hey, don't laugh at Princess Wang with your nose.

"Husband Gives New Wife, Negrije"

"What?"

"The world says it's a curse."

"I won't tell."

"When you talk about a couple, a horse kicks you."

"I won't get kicked"

"If you suck, you get wiped out"

"You don't have that!?

The burrito shook his head.

"I don't understand. You don't understand, do you?"

"What?"

"That's all heavy love is."

"I don't know what that means."

The burrito sighed. Bad attitude. You don't have a good attitude, Brit!

"Well, that's fine."

"Hmm?"

"What matters is how you keep them from giving it away."

When I say that, the Brit thinks something. When I looked like a flashing face, I opened it.

"What if I wear it?

"What?"

"So just wear it once, and I like this, or what?

"Huh? Rejected"

"Not a good idea."

He has the face that the burrito won't fall to his heart. No, you're crazy. You said you were in trouble for giving it to me, so why are you wearing it?

"Well, I can't say this."

"Why not?"

"I'm getting a referral fee from the store to His Highness Clark."

"The culprit -!"

Oh, my God! The enemy was lurking inside!

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I am now spreading the negligence I received from Master Clark.

No, nothing, I'm not wearing it.

I'm not wearing it, but I'm a little interested.

The Negrije that Master Clark has given me is less transparent than what the Brits gave me, and it feels clear somewhere. Is it a hobby? Does that mean I'm cuter than sexy?

No, it's nothing. I don't care about Mr. Clark's hobbies or anything.

I tried to get Negrije in my hand. When I spread my palms and put the dough on top, I could see the palms clearly. I see, this feeling is good for the men of the world.

He said it would be more exciting to have hidden parts than to see them all. Lyle.

I stood up and tried to match it from the top of my sleeping clothes. Whoa, the bedding is clear. That means it would be outrageous without bedtime clothes.

This shouldn't, this shouldn't.

I shake my head and get Negrije off my body. This is the one you shouldn't have. The person who developed it is a lousy person.

"Letty."

I heard an impossible voice.

If you look back with too much, and too little noise, it's Master Clark who shouldn't be in this room.

"Hey, why...?

"Yes, no, I knocked..."

I can't hear you. I can't hear you!

I hid the negligee in my hand while I was at it on my back.

"On what business?

"Trying to say good night..."

Master Clark is covering his mouth with his hands.

"Letty."

"Good night, good night, good night!

"Letty."

Good night, I told you! You must have used it!

Master Clark doesn't move a step from there. For God's sake, I asked you to turn that foot back.

"Letty."

They call me by my name just now. What the hell. What the fuck? I want you to be clear if you have something to say.

"Letty."

Called again.

Master Clark finally took his hand off his mouth.

I thought I'd hold my nose head down this time.

"Negrije, sir..."

"Yes..."

"It's still too exciting for me..."

My voice sounds a little cloudy because I'm holding my nose down. When Lady Clark said so, she left the room relaxed to drag her legs.

"... Huh? What?"

When I was left alone, I was confused and bored.

Apparently something happened in Master Clark. In the meantime, the Negrije attack was over from that day on, but they told me to save what I have now.

Why would you do that?