"But the bunch I'm holding." Suddenly he took my beautiful garland and whispered in my ear, "You are going to give it to me as the cost of teaching."
I opened my eyes wide and looked down at the steering wheel in my hand. Suddenly my eyes hit the small wound on his finger. I grabbed one of his hands and asked him.
"Is your finger punctured like this?"
Inde nodded, "If you are not satisfied, it will be Baixin. Only when Baixin becomes beautiful will men be hurt ~"
He laughed so happily that my heart jumped, but I couldn't help scolding him because he had hurt himself.
"There is no need to do this. If it is not beautiful, let me give it to the teacher. Even if it is right, I can do anything. As long as it is given to me by my brother, I will be very happy."
But what he said upset me ag
