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I imitated what he said like a parrot.

      

"contract… … Marriage?”

      

"uh. We are very good at lying. Even fake marriages will be well postponed.”

      

“… … Hahaha."

      
Even with a mouth open, there was nothing to say.

      

“So it’s like staying married to me for a year. You had a hot night with me, and you keep acting pretending to have children. I'll match it.”

      

“With a hot night, with a child… … Did you know all the inside?”

      
Berry Winter replied with a slight frown on the tip of his nose.

      

“If you're sorry, try realizing the hot night you talked about today.”

      
It was a crazy answer.

      

“Oh, no! That's not what you mean.”

      

“It’s a pity for some reason.”

      
He licked my lips with the tip of his tongue, wickedly groaning. Though I thought it was unlucky, the appearance was strangely sensual.

      

“Why the hell are you suggesting that?”

      
Berry Winter's well-groomed eyebrows were wrinkled at my question. It was the worst of his face today. He seemed to feel bad because he remembered the origin of what I was suggesting rather than because of me.

      

“There are so many people who want me to get married. But I don't want to get married.”

      

"i See."

      

"Hmm. After being married to her for about a year, if they split up properly... … Words about marriage won't come out for a while.”

      
Is Barry Winter planning to keep my contract marriage for about a year? In other words, marriage to him was a start with a fixed end.

      

"you. I said I needed money.”

      

“… … .”

      

“That money, I'll give it to you. Think it easy. You can think of it as a high-income job for a year.”

      

“I think I should also count the risk payoffs.”

      

“… … .”

      
Berry Winter, who had been talking well all the time, was silent for the first time. He looked at me with slender eyes. As I faced those chilly eyes, a stalk of cold sweat flowed down over my wings.

      

"Hahaha. Joke, joke.”

      
Ha... … If I joked twice, would I be buried alive somewhere? The liver became cool.