"Xingsang."

Shiina Iori loosened her mouth and couldn't help but struggled to make her soft and strong arms: "...I have a girlfriend!"

But Yuki Terajima's arms became a little tighter, and his cherry-like mouth slightly opened in his ears.

"This is a lie."

"Um?!"

Shiina Iori was stunned. Before she could refute, she heard her say lightly: "Yi Igarashi, membership number DR61741."

"The total consumption time is 231 hours, and the total consumption is 3685,600 yen before going to bed."

“Right?”

Yuki Terajima's voice was calm, with a hint of undetectable smile.

Shiina Iori's expression suddenly froze.

Yes.

His old foundation was scattered!

And the woman in front of her is also one of the shareholders.

From now on, it seems that I can't use this excuse to get through it!

Just when Shiina Iori regretted his slip of the tongue, she heard Yuki Terajima hugging him and said calmly: "Iori, you are my boyfriend now."

"You are really bold enough to mention other inexplicable women to your current girlfriend."

"Ah..." Shiina Iori instinctively turned her head and did not look at the woman in front of her. "Actually, I'm talking about my girlfriend in my hometown. Because she didn't get into the university in Tokyo, she has been in Shizuoka..."

"Another lie."

There was always the calm expression on Yuki Terajima's delicate little face, and he opened his mouth when facing Shiina Iori, without any sense of boredom, but he just worked hard to break it one after another.

"real!"

Shiina Iori swears to the light bulb.

Yuki Terajima let go: "I have my own source of information, and I also know the fact that you have sent six love letters a day before college, but you have never talked about in love."

In fact, it was all sold to her by Maki.

Shiina Iori's mouth twitched, and she was silent for a long time, but finally she smiled in embarrassment: "It's really impossible to hide anything from you...Yuzuan."

"First, don't add honorifics after the name."

Yuki Terajima emphasized first, then smiled: "Secondly, as a boyfriend, this kind of apology is not sincere in any case, right?"

Compared to deception for several months, is the form of verbal title more important?

Shiina Iori's mouth twitched: "I'm really sorry, I've been..."

"Sincerity."

Yuki Terajima sat upright on the bed, his voice interrupted him gently, and his long black stockings were hanging on his back and forth.

Following Shiina Iori's angle, you can vaguely see the subtle scene deeper.

But Yuki Terajima seemed to be completely unwilling to do so, and even deliberately indulged it, but he always emphasized:

"This level of 'sincerity' is not enough."

The voice is hoarse and charming.

This woman is such a fairy.

Shiina Iori thought to herself.

But what is a sincere apology? Could it be that he still wants to show his patience?

What are the good things about men?

It seemed that Shiina Iori really couldn't understand what he meant. Yuki Terajima smiled meaningfully: "As a professional boyfriend, do you even know what you should say when calming down your woman?"

Hearing this, Shiina Iori seemed to have some enlightenment.

He calmed down, took a deep breath, showed a standard and formulaic polite smile, and spoke in that gentle voice with magnetic:

"Luckily, I love you."

Yuki Terajima sat on the bed, still looking expressionless.

But the toes that were up and down were slightly raised, their toes were tightened, and their thighs were vaguely trembling.

"not enough."

Yuki Terajima looked at Shiina Iori with plain eyes: "I hate this kind of smile."

"Your voice is obviously reluctant."

"Why pretend to be a fake smile?"

When he said this, Yuki Terashima's lips curled up slightly, and even the corners of his eyes seemed to have a smile.

"I want to see your expression, Iori."

This is really a woman with an extremely bad personality.

The formulaic smile on Shiina Iori's face gradually faded away, and there was no expression on her delicate and cold face. The corners of her eyes were slightly drooping, and the corners of her lips were slanted, with a hint of disgust.

"Ah, I get it."

"I love you, lucky."

The voice was extremely perfunctory, and everyone could hear his reluctant spirit.

After saying that, he muttered: "This interest is really bad enough, you guy."

But Yuki Terajima's smile seemed to have become a little brighter, and even his voice became as warm as water, and he slightly pulled the long sound:

“Is that true ~?”

"yes."

Shiina Iori's voice answered decisively and concisely.

His order is really bad today.

But Yuki Terashima seemed to be getting more and more happy, his tongue slid across the corner of his lips, his eyes as charming as silk: "But, Iori, who looked disgusted and perfunctory, had to say 'love' to me...is the best."

Even the pressure accumulated when Iori and other women were walking intimately on the street before seemed to gradually dissipate in this very contrasting expression and voice.

Shiina Iori's expression became increasingly disgusted: "It's really bad possessive."

"Yes."

"I'm a very bad woman."

Yuki Terajima's face was blushing and said happily as if he had stated the facts: "Repeat again."

"I love you."

"I want it."

"I love you......"

It was not until Shiina Iori was driven to repeat the reading dozens of times, until Shiina Iori was impatient that Yuki Terajima would allow him to stop with satisfaction.

Iori's throat was a little dry.

He looked at the young rich woman in front of him, and suddenly a little enlightenment appeared in his heart.

Life is indeed a process of being constantly being beaten.

And the only thing to be thankful for now is that the young rich woman chose a more gentle gradual route.

After the first training was completed, Terajima Yuki seemed to feel it was enough.

After that, Iori Shiina sat in an indoor library, sent him aside at will, and read the books in his hand.

Shiina Iori was a little confused at first, but he was happy to be quiet. He found a book from the bookshelf that he had never read before, and sat in the corner of the bookshelf and began to read it on his own.

He waited until he was about to get off work before he stuffed the unread psychology book back to his original position.

Before leaving, he looked back.

Yuki Terajima still sat still in place.

I don't know what to look at and I'm so relish.

"Welcome to you next time."

He was clearly saying a very sincere cliché, but Shiina Iori seemed to be running away and ran away quickly without waiting for the other party to respond.

What he didn't know was.

"Pu"

The heavy sound of closing at the gate was less than two seconds later. The hard-clad book in Terajima, which had not turned over two pages for half an afternoon, fell on the table.

Hold the hem of the skirt tightly with one hand.

The fingers that were trimmed neatly and cleanly bent slightly.

Little biting of the knuckles.

The breath in the girl's mouth gradually became heavy, and even the sound of her heartbeat seemed to be activated, her face flushed.

His entire upper body collapsed on the table.

On the face that could not see emotions, there was a happy expression that seemed satisfied and impulsive, and murmured in a low voice:

"Whether you hate it or like it."

"More...more, care about me..."
Chapter completed!