Always saying things that made girls blush.
Why were you so practiced at this?
Forget it, she would forgive him this time. It was just a dream, after all.
Mei tugged at her collar to breathe more easily, then realized she was still wearing the same outfit from last night. It seemed she had been so tired that she had fallen asleep right away.
But... why did my thigh-highs have so many holes in them???
Mei looked down at her legs. Her thigh-highs were riddled with holes of all sizes, as if a husky had chewed them up. There was no way she could wear them out in public again.
She shot a resentful look at Otto in bed.
There was no need to think about it. This man was the culprit.
Honestly, this had clearly been the first gift he had given her.
Mei puffed out her cheeks and carefully took off the battle-damaged thigh-highs, then tucked them into her little bag. She wanted to keep them as a memento.
Maybe when she and Otto grew old someday, seeing this thing again would remind them of their younger days.
But she shook her head. Why was she even thinking about that? She should figure out what to cook first.
Mei lowered her head and looked at herself. Sleeping in her clothes had left them a little wrinkled. She needed to change...
For some reason, Mei thought again of that apron Otto had mentioned.
She had just woken up and was still a little groggy, and Otto had gotten her blood rushing again. Mei's expression shifted as she looked at Otto, still asleep, and took a deep breath.
He even dreamed about this.
Mr. Otto must really like it.
The dress fell to the floor, leaving only thin close-fitting garments