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“Ouch.”
Nozomi looked up and saw Kotori holding her finger. She had probably just pricked herself with the spindle, which was rare, given that the young woman was good at spinning wool, even if her machine looked older than her great-grandparents.
“Show me,” said Nozomi as she got up to get closer.
Kotori held out her finger and suddenly, without warning her, Nozomi kissed it softly, making the other girl blush. When she saw Kotori's red cheeks, she smiled.
“I'll kiss it better.”
She ignored Kotori's "On my finger, not my lips" and leaned to kiss her on the lips.