"Momosawa, Momosawa..." Due to the soil stains on his hands, Akae Kyoji couldn't even touch her hair as usual.
He could only call her name over and over again, and then, almost giving up on himself, he patted her back.
Like coaxing a child.
Anyway, his clothes were already soiled when he hugged her just now. It didn't matter if they were a little dirtier, he would just wash them later.
Momosawa Tsukimi grabbed his clothes and cried for a long time before she recovered. She wanted to look up at Akami Kyoji, but suddenly realized that she had just cried and her image was very bad.
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