Minamoto Tamako blinked her eyes, lifted a corner of the quilt, and got up saying, "I forgot to insert the tape..."
"That's not necessary now, is it..."
Fushimi Roku didn't want to repeat past mistakes. Now he was holding two people gingerly, keeping a careful balance to prevent the two from touching each other, not daring to close his eyes.
"Why?" Minamoto Tamako grabbed his antler and questioned, "Is there something wrong with this tape?"
Fushimi Roku quickly shook his head and fabricated, "No, it's just that listening too much makes it less effective."
"No worries, it's only the second time listening."
Minamoto Tamako placed the tape recorder on the bedside table, inserted the tape with one hand, pressed the play button, and the tape began to spin, with melodious music playing once again.
Yes, this is the atmosphere!
In such a situation, how could it work without music?
