"Crazy--"

The sound of water rang in the kitchen, and Shiina Iori stood in front of the pond, washing dishes quietly.

The large-screen TV in the living room is on, which happened to be a new series that Yui was chasing a few days ago. Even if he stands far away, he can clearly see the subtitles on the screen.

Shiina Iori doesn't have the habit of chasing fans, but occasionally watch popular old actors like Inuhisa and Dragon Ball. Because they are all films from decades ago, the copyright fee is not very high, so they are now used by some small TV stations to fill blank time, and even free channels can often be seen.

Iori had a few entertainment methods in the past few years, including those old fans in the free channels. I occasionally took a look at it as nostalgic.

After dinner, Terajima Yuki sat on the sofa habitually. He had already adjusted two TV channels casually. Seeing Iori's head up and watching from time to time, he turned his head and began to stare at Iori's face.

Shiina Iori always felt that she did it on purpose.

The living room was quiet, with only the sound of washing dishes in the pool, and the sound of "staring" that Shiina Iori thought after noticing Yuki's gaze.

In the end, he took the initiative to break the deadlock:

"Happy to like watching this kind of movie?"

Iori glanced at the Navy King on TV and asked casually.

"I haven't seen it."

"Is that true?"

This woman is a chat terminal.

Shiina Iori complained in her heart and didn't say much. She lowered her head and planned to wash and quit.

He had agreed to Shino tonight that he would go back to sleep.

Seeing that he lowered his head, Yuki Terajima, who could not see Iori's face, seemed to be a little dissatisfied and pursed his lips, and opened his mouth:

"Iori."

"What's wrong?"

"Raise your head."

"Don't be willful!"

Shiina Iori finally became tough in front of Yuki: "If your plate is broken, I can't afford to pay!"

He saw clearly when he was eating. All of these plates were marked with the seals of the celadon house. It was a famous porcelain craftsman family that even poor children like him had heard of, focusing on high-end users, and all kinds of sky-high prices often appeared in the news, and they were all ridiculously expensive.

Yuki Terajima frowned in displeasure: "I said, if you put the tableware in there, someone will come to clean it up."

"That won't work."

Shiina Iori wiped the washed dishes and chopsticks with a rag to clean the water droplets and put them into the cabinet one by one.

The people hired by Yuki's family are probably obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the dishes and chopsticks are distributed neatly. Even Shiina Iori feels pleasing to the eye, so now he returns to his position one by one according to the previous distribution.

He also taught a lesson: "You have to clean up what you eat by yourself. Do you think rich people are amazing?"

"yes."

Fortunately, I affirmed it in confusion.

Shiina Iori's voice suddenly stopped.

For a moment, I couldn't think of any reason to refute it.

"whispering sound."

"I will refute you when I become rich."

"Yeah?"

Yuki Terajima's tone was plain.

When Shiina Iori finished packing up, she walked out of the kitchen while wiping the water from her hands. She saw Yuki Terajima still looking in his direction.

"Where are you going?"

Her tone seemed even more confused.

"Of course I'm going home, and I still have work tomorrow morning..." Shiina Iori Masaru said for granted, as if he suddenly realized something, and suddenly said vigilantly: "I only promised to make you a meal, and didn't say I wanted to sleep here!"

"Come here and sit down."

Yuki Terajima said softly in an undeniable tone, patting his thighs under his hands.

Shiina Iori looked at Yuki Terashima's white and slender thighs against the beige bubble shorts, and looked at Yuki's calm gaze, and his tone became weak for a moment:

"It's quite late, it's time for me to go home and sleep..."

"Come on, lie down."

Yuki Terajima corrected his words in a plain tone, but the content in his mouth made Shiina Iori suddenly become a little more alert.

"Lying down after dinner...isn't it good?"

Shiina Iori glanced at the snow-white thigh that Yuki Terashima patted, and thought of Shino, who didn't know whether to eat dinner or not, and his tone became a little struggling for a moment.

But Yuki Terajima's tone remained unchanged and said in a very plain manner:

"I've prepared a gift for you."

“?!”

Shiina Iori's heart suddenly became a little nervous when she heard this.

He looked at the time and it was past nine o'clock.

At night, the lonely man and the widow live together in the same room.

What other gift would you give him?

“It’s very soon.”

Yuki Terajima seemed to notice Iori's hesitation and did not intend to waste time.

When Shiina Iori heard her say this, it was probably because he was thinking too much.

After thinking for a little more than half a second, I couldn't help but take the initiative to move forward.

It's so strange.

He was obviously brave enough to say a whole box of plans in front of Shino, but when he really faced Yuki, he became a little cowardly.

Is this the so-called pressure that superior animals are born with?

Or is it a pure wealth aura?

Just as Shiina Iori was thinking about this kind of philosophical issue in her heart, her feet couldn't help but walk to Yuki's sofa.

He moved casually and sat down calmly about half a meter away from Yuki.

My butt was only half over the sofa seat.

The whole process seemed very careful.

Yuki Terajima just looked at him so straight.

It was not until Iori sat down that she patted her thigh for the third time and said calmly to him:

“Lear down.”

So Shiina Iori obviously had some movements and turned his body stiffly.

It seemed that the creaking sound of the spine rubbing was vaguely heard, making him look like he wanted to stay in a state that was about to lie down but was not completely lying.

It was a confrontation and collision between his desire for goodness and Iori's cherishment of Shino.

It is obvious that the war situation is very serious.

But Yuki Terajima didn't care about that. Seeing that he had never been lying down, he pressed Iori's head.

"Um."

The war is over.

Although I had experienced Yuki's knee pillow when trimming my eyebrows before, when this action was done again, Shiina Iori still felt very fresh.

Fortunately, the cold, rational and cold appearance that brings people on weekdays has a sharp contrast in Shiina Iori's heart.

For a moment, it made people feel a little overwhelmed.

But Yuki Terajima was still as emotional as usual, and still lowered his head expressionlessly, with only his eyes slightly moving.

Her fingertips gently stroked Iori's neatly trimmed eyebrows, and shook half-long hair across his sideburns along her forehead, revealing his entire ear.

The slender white fingers were touching a doll, and their movements were gently and carefully stroking his ears and earlobes.

My fingers are rubbed from time to time.

After a while, my ears turned a little red.

"......fortunate!"

Iori called out in anger.

It's simply too annoying.
To be continued...