It's time to learn to listen and grow.

In the night's kimono house, the goddess's long hair and eyes are locked in the face of the ninja, and he should have been cold, but he was slowly coming near her ear under the light, breathing and folding, and her hands were naturally lifting her waist, and her fingertips were slowly and boldly organized, the air was rising at each other's feet, and the ninja's throat moved, the eyes were dark, and the horns of the goddess were strung up, and the light fell out of the window, and the bodies were clung to the ninjas, and her hands were sliding over his back neck, and her hands were drawn closer, and the insinuity of her hands, and her lips were almost touched, and it was the time to learn to listen to each other.