My wife seemed to dislike Mr. Ikeda, who lives in the next room of the apartment, from the beginning of moving in. She complained, "I'm vulgar, I'm not classy, and I'm staring at you," "I can't do my face," and "I can't do anything about my smell." It is. However, one day, when I got home from work, I saw her wife entwining tongues with her middle-aged neighbor, whom she had said was "physiologically impossible". ...!
