Living your daily life in a shonen anime seems to be wrong.

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Perhaps it's another one of those extremely precious drugs used by high-ranking people who are inaccessible to ordinary people?

do not know.

She was like a puppet on strings, completely at the mercy of the boy.

They even took off her "clothes," pulled her into the bathroom, and used warm water to wash her hair and give her a bath.

It seemed that she blushed a little.

She became a little scared because she had heard that some men would do strange things to girls.

Would this boy do that to her?

I still don't know.

The shower seemed to last a long time, yet it also seemed to have been short. In any case, the hotel staff brought my clothes over halfway through and left them outside.

That little girl was outside too.

Perhaps she's happily trying on her new clothes.

That's what she thought.

And so, I became somewhat envious.

Her "clothes" couldn't even be considered clothes, let alone those pretty dresses.

That's great.

She continued to feel envious.

The boy rinsed her body with hot water, then helped her stand up, dried her body with a towel, and dried her hair.

For some reason, my hair dried very quickly.

Her pink hair was no longer messy and looked like withered grass.

It was originally straight hair.

Perhaps because it has been moisturized, it feels much better to the touch.

He then pulled her outside.

There was no scene of the little girl changing into new clothes as I had imagined; a pink dress with white trim was neatly placed on the bed.

new.

The little girl was just sitting on the floor to the side, playing with a toy that was on her finger.

It looks like a frog?

Anyway, it's pink, with a smiley face, and looks very cute.

She never had any toys.

That's true. If you can't even get enough to eat, what are you thinking about toys for?

I could only look enviously at the various toys displayed in the shop windows.

Let's leave that aside for now.

The boy led her to the bedside, sat her down on the bed, and she stood in front of him.

"Hmm, it seems pretty good."

The boy nodded in satisfaction.

Then I put the skirt on her and helped her adjust it.

But she just stared blankly.

For her?

Is that beautiful new dress for her?

dream?

Yes, dreaming.

No wonder everything seemed so incredible; it was all a dream.

Also.

I just wanted to find something to eat, but I encountered a series of problems and still haven't found anything to eat.

Could it be a hallucination caused by starvation?

She had her doubts.

Then, subconsciously, she raised her hand and pinched her face.

It will hurt.

"Gurgle..."

My stomach started growling, a clear sign of hunger, there was no mistake.

I'm not dreaming.

Did I really meet a good person?

She remained skeptical.

Actually, there are good people among ordinary people who occasionally take care of other children.

But she was different.

Because she is of mixed race, a mix with another race, even ordinary people will have prejudices against her, so even good people won't treat her well.

So this boy...

She blinked and looked at the boy in front of her.

The boy had already helped her put on her dress.

However, she suddenly lifted her skirt to take a look, then put it down, seemingly lost in thought.

"Looks like I forgot to ask someone to prepare panties again!"

Why use "again"?

Okay, that's not important.

She wanted to ask, but didn't know how to start.

It was the boy who spoke first and asked the question.

"So, little girl, what's your name?"

"..."

wink.