I’ll Live My Second Life!

58

“Appropriate? Who are you talking about?

Conrad laughed mischievously as Crowe snapped his neck.

And then Fee said, “Who are you talking about?” He put his neck around him, and he was a little nervous.

“It’s Heath.”

Conrad declares to those two.

Crowe and Fee both looked surprised.

Crowe wrinkles between his brows.

“You know, this guy’s a woman’s face, but he’s a man for once.”

“That’s right! I’m a man!

I know it’s a woman. I feel strange to say this to Conrad, but as for Fee, I have trouble telling the Crows it’s a woman.

Yet it’s a hell of a risk to dress up as a woman and go along with Crowe’s underwear.

Anyway, Phee is a man now. No, the man in the man!

“But if you’re going to infiltrate, you’re going to have to infiltrate as a woman, not just dress as a man any day. It’s gonna be training for that.”

Then to both of them, Conrad whispered.

To Crowe first.

“You can’t think of anyone else to look at, can you? Why don’t we just ask our closest juniors? If you’re a man, you won’t rot, will you?

Then to Phee.

“If you’re hiding a tree, it’s a forest. It’s better to show them that you can wear women’s clothes, and vice versa.

And I’m sure you’ll follow me where I can get some delicious rice. ”

We both shut up about that word.

As for Fee, I love and respect Crowe, although she keeps getting poisonous about her date with every girl. You’ve been so kind to me, and I’m grateful.

If even a woman can’t do it, maybe I should go along with her in return for Mr. Crowe…… and change my mind.

Then he sucked in the dripping spit from the edge of his mouth.

Crowe also asked Fee with a sigh as if he wanted to look as low as possible or had no choice.

“Are you all right? I don’t care how many missions you might need, you’re a man, and you don’t like women’s clothes, do you?

I’m fine with that.

Fee went with a rough face.

‘Cause she’s a woman.

After a while Crowe thought about it.

“I knew I wanted to look down. Can you ask, Heath?”

“Yes, I’ll take care of it”

Fee slapped his chest more and more and took it on.

Conrad, with a somewhat pleasant look on his face, grabs a little bit of Fi’s collar and starts carrying it.

“Well, then, you have to be as fashionable as possible.”

“Yeah, I wish it was appropriate…”

Crowe said as he dropped off Phee, who was dragged off as he drifted into the separate room.

“Well, keep it to a point where you won’t be driven back from the restaurant.”