How the Tutor Survives 83

Chapter 83 – Marriage

Humans did not die as easily as expected and were more fragile than expected.

How do you know so well?

It won’t take long for you to realize it too if you receive that sloppy love with your whole body right now.

Expressions of love that unilaterally hit the ears.

Although the body was already completely in control, the seeds were eagerly coveted as if they were going to prepare the last safety device.

Sometimes, I didn’t know where the anger came from, but even so, it was unleashed on me.

Being constantly subjected to that trinity made me feel like my mind was in tatters.

Bodily pain?

Surprisingly, it was nothing.

The real fear came when I realized that the really scary thing was that my mind was about to collapse.

Every time that happened, my mouth was spitting out something one by one without my knowledge.

There was no way for me to know what it was, but seeing that her face wasn’t bad after hearing those words, it seemed that the words were quite to her liking.

It’s tough.

If only my body was tired, I would have tried to endure it somehow, but that wasn’t all.

When I came to my senses, there was something in my mouth.

Something that fills the mouth without hindering breathing.

Embarrassed by the difference in her mouth, she explained that I had subconsciously tried to chew her tongue on my own.

That’s why I took steps to avoid getting hurt.

Under.

Haha.

Haha.

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

I laughed.

That laugh didn’t come out of my mouth, but the moment someone heard it come out, it wouldn’t be strange if they thought I was a madman.

Nara, now deprived of even the right to die, was a self-deprecating laugh at being a human being.

Can I say that I live even after seeing this?

Can I really live a life in which I can eat, sleep, satisfy my needs, move, and ultimately die?

I was a doll

Her beloved doll.

A very complex and emotional doll.

All I could do was just laugh.

She smiles as if she likes her too.

Did this happen?

I’m not sure yet.

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Come to think of it, from a certain moment on, I didn’t know when I last washed.

What is certain is that I have never washed my body myself.

When I was lying down, the scent that wafted off from time to time made me think that she was holding me and washing me.

At first, I felt a sense of shame, but after being trapped in this crazy space for a long time, I often thought I was like that too and moved on.

The days when I found out that she was just unwashed were the days when her toxic back and her lower back were sore.

I thought that they didn’t bring me here just to leave me alone and do nothing, but I guess I really enjoyed it, and my back hurt even when I lay down.

She looks at me

I also stare at her quietly.

I see her smiling bashfully at what’s so good about it.

Would that be good?

Is it right to keep thinking about leaving someone you love so much?

It wasn’t even asking for much.

I just want to keep loving myself.

Am I overreacting?

She was holding out her hand to me from the start.

I just grabbed it once and let it go again.

The problem was that there was blood on the hand he held out again.

What should we call that blood? Karma? Crime?

When your thoughts reach there, the things that fill your head disappear.

Why are you doing this?

I hate her. She’s hateful I’m afraid of that cruelty and audacity behind her laugh.

Why are you trying to empathize with her.

It seemed like I had read about it in an academic paper before.

In a long-term hostage crisis, there were often cases in which the hostage took the side of the kidnapper.

I too seemed to be showing the same symptoms.

It seemed that he had already gone mad.

Time passes like that again.

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A broken spirit was not easily recovered.

I don’t even know if I’m alive now.

When she opens her eyes, she is there, eats her food, accepts her expressions of affection.

Today, she came with an excited expression.

Looks like something good

From a certain moment on, I was thinking and talking about everything from a third person’s point of view.

It seemed to be a defense mechanism created because I didn’t want to suffer more.

If I just nod her head and smile at her words, she doesn’t hurt me.

Do I need to disagree with her and say no?

I decided to listen.

A wedding that has been postponed and postponed.

The promise itself had a little bit of time, but it was an event that had been postponed without being able to do so because of the situation.

It was a huge event that would completely tie our relationship together.

“When are you doing it?”

He said so in a quiet voice.

It was amazing when I realized that this was my own voice.

It was because there were people who were tired and exhausted.

“I’m thinking of doing it during the holiday season at the beginning of next month.”

She then began pouring out her words incessantly.

Where to do

What kind of dress to wear

How to have a wedding

There were various words, but it was a conversation that pointed to a single topic.

Seeing this, he seemed like a very innocent child.

Seeing people brighten up like this with just one thing, it seemed like there was nothing that couldn’t be done.

It’s just about events and signing documents, considering the future comfort.

It was the moment when I was answering like I don’t know.

The problem is.

That was when she brought her word out about whether or not there would be any guests coming to the event.

Most people said there were two people they wanted to call, although people related to their parents would come anyway.

“Yes? Anyone know?”

“I know someone, but…”

She doesn’t finish her words neatly and mumbles them.

Could it be the guy I met before?

I’d rather take it then.

Actually, there are people who are strangely obsessed with things like that, but I don’t really know.

You must have met a lot of people.

She still waits for her not to speak of her.

Actually, she didn’t care much about whether she said it or not, but seeing her hesitant to say it, there was no big regret.

I will tell you someday

So I just fold it up and lie down on the bed.

“I’ll call them.”

I guess I’m finally going to say something.

When I saw that they were called them, it seemed that they were not the same person.

I don’t think she’d ever heard of her having many friends.

“Those people?”

“Yes.”

“Are they very close?”

“No.”

No?

Then why are they calling?

I didn’t quite understand her answer.

If they are not close, are they calling people for networking management?

Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to have much to do with me, so I was about to tell him to do whatever he wanted.

“Maybe they are the most hated people in the world.”

That was something I didn’t understand.

Calling the most hated person to the place where you should be the happiest?

I started to question the words that didn’t fit the front and back.

Of course, I wasn’t interested in whether she really called or not.

“They’re the ones I’ll call…Those bitches.”

Seeing him express it that way, I wondered if he really hated it.

Ah, maybe it was called for the purpose of showing off.

Is it a noble and elegant way to feed people?

“Do you see the girl?”

“Yes.”

“Ed must have heard the name.”

A name I’ve heard of?

It reminds me of the woman I met at the awards ceremony in the messy space of memories.

What was his name…

She was someone I wouldn’t see anyway, so she just decided not to care.

The problem was the name that came after that.

“The people I’m going to call are Heina Thorlern and Eurelia those two years.”

It was a really effective word to catch the loose hair as it was about to unravel.

My head rang as if it had been hit hard by a blunt weapon.

This is why I wondered if there was such a thing as shock therapy.

Aside from the fact that my acquaintance’s name came out of her mouth, it was because I couldn’t understand Seria’s words that she would call Heina.

In the case of Heina, even if it was based on a jealousy I could not understand, the problem was someone else.

Why does Eurelia’s name appear here?

The two wouldn’t even have contact.

“I’ll try to guess what Ed is thinking. Someone named Eurelia, are you wondering how I know?”

As I stayed still without saying anything, she seemed to take it as an affirmation.

“I’ve met you before.”

“What have you done?”

Even before the word “How do you know each other” Comes out, that word pops out.

“I didn’t do anything. We just had a little chat?”

She was the one who said those things with a grin, but it was clear that behind that laugh was a truth I didn’t know.

“Don’t talk back.”

“Really. You don’t believe me?”

I…Save words.

All that was left was those who had turned their eyes away from the truth for a little comfort.

When I didn’t ask more, she went back to talking.

“So those are the two people I will call.”

And would you like to be other than that?

She was humming her song and doing her troubles.

“Why… Are you doing that?”

That’s how I throw words at her thoughts that I can’t understand.

“Why? Um…”

“Because they’re the ones who should see our happy wedding up close, right?”