"So, Eva and the Crown Prince are going too? So... then, ahem, no one will ruin that beautiful pink grass, right?"
"How is it ruining it?" If the grass falls, just plant it again, right?
Looks like the little rascal is still a little rascal, with such unserious thoughts.
"So, when the time comes, shall we go first, and have a bit of fun? Hmm?"
Speaking of which, he felt a bit restless inside.
Holding this soft little thing, sleeping there, wouldn't that feel great?
Carla blushed: "Who wants to go with you!"
"We'll just look at the grass, nothing else."
Carla didn't believe him: "Are you sure it's to look at the grass, not to sleep on the grass?" After all, they're both adults!
"Little rascal, even if it's to sleep, it'd be with you, on the grass!"
She didn't speak anymore.
This man... you can't win with words.
*
The next day.
Eva was still in bed when her phone rang.
She drowsily fished her phone out from under the pillow and answered.
"Hello~"
