Marui Department Store.

Miyahara Nagisa was carrying the big cloth bag in her hand, which was filled with ingredients and tableware.

Shiina Iori was picking two potatoes that looked almost the same in front of the cabinet.

Miyahara Nagisa followed him step by step.

But the attention is not on the ingredients.

She glanced around and saw a lipstick in the Baiyen makeup area not far away, and she was a little ready to move.

Just as I was about to walk over, I suddenly remembered the two heavy bags in my hand. I couldn't help but feel a little angry. I glanced at Iori and muttered in a low voice: "Iori's stupid! When I come to buy things, I can't let girls carry the bag!"

"It's not because you broke half of the bowl at home."

Shiina Iori was standing far away, but her ears were unexpectedly sensitive. While stuffing the potato on the left that looked slightly better in a weighing bag, she casually exposed her shortness.

“Um…”

Miyahara Nagisa suddenly couldn't speak, and glanced left and right with guilt.

Shiina Iori glanced at her without saying much.

He couldn't even understand.

What should I do when washing dishes to wear the bottom of the bowl?

However, noticing that Miyahara Nagina still glanced at the makeup area from time to time, Shiina Iori's steps finally paused.

Nagisa probably hasn't left the house for half a month, right?

His eyes stayed for a few seconds: "Isn't there a shopping cart over there? What are you carrying it all the time?"

Miyahara Nagisa was stunned when she heard this, and then looked at a hand-push shopping cart parked next to the makeup area, and immediately reacted.

However, as soon as her eyes with some surprise touched Shiina Iori's plain gaze, she suddenly felt that all her little thoughts had been seen through by him.

I felt a little embarrassed and upset in my heart.

I'm obviously the one who sees through you.

Nagisa raised her chin and looked indifferent: "What! That expression of 'If you want to buy lipstick, go buy it'! I'm not interested in that kind of bargain."

"Don't be self-righteous!"

"Yeah?"

Realizing that his thoughts had interfered with Nagisa's thoughts, Shiina Iori continued to lower her head and began to pick the ingredients without facing her face: "But if you use lipstick, won't your lips look better?"

"Gleaming, like jelly."

Miyahara Nagisa was stunned when she heard this. Her arrogant expression with her chin raised just now was a little overwhelmed, and she muttered:

“I don’t need that kind of thing…”

Shiina Iori turned her head and seemed to look at Miyahara Nagisa's two small, pink lips as moist as cherry.

Miyahara Nagisa's movements suddenly froze.

The distance between the two is only a little more than one step.

As soon as he came into contact with Shiina Iori, he seemed to have a bit of serious gaze, which made Nagisa involuntarily feel that he would lean over and capture himself in the next second.

The muscles in my body couldn't stop being tightened.

The voice was weak: "What, what's wrong?"

Shiina Iori seemed to have carefully observed it, looking at Nagisa's small cherry mouth that was already like jelly, and nodded slightly.

“What’s true?”

"What is indeed?"

"It's really not useful."

“Hey…”

“The shape and color look great and very moist.”

“It should be delicious.”

"ha?!"

When Miyahara Nagisa heard this, a red glow suddenly rose on her cheeks, even her skin was getting hot, and her body, which was originally frozen in place, suddenly became a little panicked.

"You, what strange things are you saying!"

"What shape, color, delicious! I, I haven't thought about it..."

Miyahara Nagisa was halfway through his speech, and suddenly he stopped, remembering the night he was on the Ferris wheel.

The blood came out after biting.

It seems that it seems that I have thought about it.

But...but how can there be such a guy who is so open and honest in the supermarket!

And didn't he refuse that night?

He also said something like ugly girls and fools in Dongda.

Miyahara Nagisa's inner activities are extremely complicated.

"Don't you like grapes?"

Shiina Iori turned her head in confusion.

Miyahara Nagisa was also stunned.

Turning his head again, he saw the bright old Xinjiang Aoi in Shiina's hand.

"Bang!"

"hiss--"

Shiina Iori covered her calves, Miyahara Nagisa was angrily carrying two big bags into the cart, and went to the makeup area to wander around.

When she walked away, Shiina Iori turned around and looked over the cabinet behind her.

"San Takeuchi, is there anything wrong?"

The big man with a butt and chin came out of the aisle, with a dull tone:

"A little bit of a problem."

"Dagensan."

“???”

......

"Idiot! Iori's stupid!"

"How could anyone connect those two sentences to say!"

"It sounds like a shameless fool who is seducing good JK!"

Miyahara Nagisa was swaying in the makeup area while pushing the shopping cart, while whispering, but her face was always red, with ripples in her eyes, and she would reach out to touch her lips from time to time.

The skin is faintly hot.

Iori's lips feel the same way?

Speaking of which, she didn't seem to have time to feel it, and bit Irii through the night on the Ferris wheel.

After that night, Iori refused in one breath because he was rejected by that super idiot, and he didn't have time to think about it at that time.

So much so that Nagisa can't recall the feeling of that night now.

I only remember that my heart was beating very fast, my whole body seemed to be soft and hot, and I only knew that I was randomly imitating the way in the TV series, my eyes closed and my mouth opened and my mouth was bitten, and I didn't even stick out my tongue.

If so, if I could do it again...

When he thought of the scene that night, Miyahara Nagisa only felt that his face was about to burn.

"Don't remember it!"

"Is it stupid?"

Miyahara Nagisa was tossing and turning in her heart like an insomnia girl who couldn't bear to look back at the past at 2 o'clock in the middle of the night.

If it weren't for the supermarket, I'm afraid I'd be lying on the ground and starting to roll.

As she thought about it, she suddenly raised her head, pressed her red face, and began to sweep around the shelves in order to divert her random imagination.

She pushed the cart and walked around in front of the shelves.

But my mind was full of various scenes from the "If I'm with Iori again..." series.

Until he walked to a limited edition lipstick recommended by a magazine, Nagisa Miyahara suddenly stopped.

Color, shape, taste.

If it were Iori, would he like this type?
To be continued...