1595 If A Little Sister Isn't For Playing, What's The Point Of Having Her?

Mag had a good dream.

There was everything in the dream.

After that, the alarm rang.

Mag reached over to switch the alarm off, and glanced at the beauty sleeping peacefully in his embrace. He smiled.

"Hmph, I knew it. Father must have been holding Mother to sleep. You don't even hold me to sleep anymore." A soft grumble came from the bedside.

Mag turned around stiffly. He looked at Amy, who was standing by the bed with her arms crossed, with an awkward smile, and said, "Little Amy, listen, last night, both of us had a drop too much, and then—"

"I'm not listening! I'm not listening!"

(`へ ́*)ノ

"In any case… in any case… If there aren't two strawberry ice creams, I'm not appeased."

Amy turned her face away proudly.