His young wife, Nami, had a good relationship with her husband and was engaged in pregnancy at night. One day, when I washed my clothes, I got very tired and asked for a temporary massage at the advice of my husband. The man who came here, the dispatch massager, stimulates and makes me feel better. I think it's bad for my husband, but the next time I get to look forward to being massaged. After that, the massager who came to my house continued the treatment which was squiggled and could not be made squid, and Nami became unbearable, and after the timer rang, he asked the practitioner "Do you want to continue?" I don't want to be yelled at.