Some noisy nights passed.

Early in the morning, Araki Kitahara, got up, lifted the quilt, and it was white.

"Hmm, Araki-kun, you got up so early?" Kuroda asked with half-squinted eyes and sleepy eyes, and the loose pajamas were casually draped, as if there was nothing.

The pillow was covered with her black hair, and her crystal clear skin shimmered in the early morning light, as warm and charming as jade.

The Araki of Kitahara, gentle

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