NACR-545 Editor's wife raised by a novelist.

The husband who worked at the publisher asked him to take care of the responsible sensory novelist for a week, and on the first day he said hello to the teacher, and remembers what happened before he drank the next tea, and then suddenly fell asleep... Actually, that's the slow-moving teacher who made the trap for the next thought, and I was knocked down by the sleeping pills, and I was taken in the unsure, and then...