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"Hello, Shenghui has 31,220 yen, total taxes... Are you cash or a bank card?"

In front of the counter, there was a hint of disordered heartbeat hidden under the gentle voice of the waiter. Just looking at the man in front of him, his eyes would be caught and firmly clenched.

"Swipe the card."

Shiina Iori was handing the card over with a little pain, and suddenly someone grabbed his wrist.

It made him stunned.

Someone robs the bank card?!

Turning his head, he saw a tall ponytail girl in a suit and trousers standing next to him silently, not knowing when it appeared.

Until he met those eyes that were so calm that they were a little silent, the waiter at the counter suddenly reacted and gave a busy salute:

"Miss Happiness."

"Help me take the set of clothes I had saved before."

"yes."

Shiina Iori looked at Yuki Terashima who appeared silently behind him, with a subtle look.

Yuki Terajima looked at him: "What?"

Shiina Iori shook her head: "No, I thought you big bosses would wave your hands and say something like 'He doesn't have to spend money on clothes in the future'."

"It's that kind of particularly cheesy plot."

"I didn't expect you to come to the lineup."

When Yuki Terajima heard this, he picked the corners of his mouth, which seemed to be invisible on his stiff and pale face.

"If you want, you can."

"Forget it."

Shiina Iori thought she was keen on her perception. When she heard her words, she instinctively felt something was wrong: "Also why are you here? Is this store yours?"

"No, I just finished the meeting and saw you on the way home, so I followed you."

Yuki Terajima said, turning his eyes to the two petite girls outside the door: "Is that your sister?"

"Can you see it?"

"Are you cute?"

When Iori mentioned Maki in front of outsiders, she always smiled like she showed off her daughter.

Only for this sister, he was so spoiled to the core.

Wait...what was the stalker speech just now?!

Shiina Iori suddenly reacted.

"It's really like you."

Yuki Terajima looked out casually: "Where is the other one?"

"friend."

"oh?"

Yuki Terajima tilted his head and looked at him without saying a word.

Shiina Iori seemed to be unable to bear her overly straightforward gaze, and turned her head to look at the empty counter.

Before he could pay, the young lady was sent to the lineup.

But he had just turned his head.

The side face was suddenly pecked by two soft and warm petals, with a faint mint fragrance.

Wind and fire,

Once touched.

When I turned around, I saw a smile that was successful on Terajima's face, which had never been expressed.

Like a cat who is addicted to fish.

Before Iori could react, the waiter who had just gone to pick up his clothes was the first to go out, carrying three full-body suits in his hand.

As for the price, he didn't look carefully.

I only vaguely saw that it seemed to be seven digits.

It may also be eight digits.

Yuki Terajima carried these sets of clothes and handed them to Iori:

"Here."

"Your prostitution money."
Chapter completed!