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Part 107
"What should I call you?" Olivia asked, confused.
"We're clearly not role-playing as master and servant, are we? You're my wife, so call me by an appropriate term." Ignazio commanded firmly.
Olivia fell silent, her mind seemed to be contemplating the right way to address Ignazio. Not wanting the girl to daydream any longer, Ignazio suddenly bent his knees, causing Olivia's body to be pushed, and she screamed, unintentionally calling out "Zio!" loudly due to the surprise.
"I like that term." Ignazio replied with a smile on his face. "I like it when you call me Zio."
"W-what?" Olivia asked, confused.
"I like it when you address me with the term Zio." he repeated, making Olivia wide-eyed and blush.
Another decision they successfully made today was to choose a nickname.
"So, aren't you going to continue?" Ignazio asked, casting his gaze on th
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