The morning light in the deep summer always comes earlier than in the spring and winter.

The windows in the corridor are bright and clean, and almost reflective. The faint sunlight blows into the corridor located on the high-rise building of the port area with a slightly salty sea breeze.

Shiina Iori, who was forced to come here early in the morning under non-self-will, stood at the door of the only room on the top floor.

Hesitate.

As the saying goes, blessings are unparalleled, but misfortunes never come in singularly.

Shiina Iori, who had just put on the fox ears humiliatedly under the gentle crescent eyebrows of Sano Shino's gentle crescent eyebrows and was photographed with a series of photos of the fox fairy servants, just returned from morning exercises outside with a harmonica today and received the first order from his immediate boss in various senses.

【Fortunate: Come to my house before 8 o'clock.】

The orders of the President and Chairman of Terajima are obviously undeniable, especially yesterday, who was forced to agree to a series of unequal treaties under the influence of his mouth, so they were even more undeniable.

Mission: Satisfy Miss Xun's strong desire to control

Duration: All day!

If he could change the contents of the system panel, Shiina Iori felt that he would probably write such content to his current mission.

In desperation, he had to squeeze the comfortable shower time and quickly helped Shino to prepare some of the morning pastry, so he hurriedly took the subway all the way over.

——He has only been to and from school normally recently, so he has not found Kazuya or Yui to borrow a car.

Until now, I was barely late at 8:01.

"A bad omen."

Shiina Iori stood at the door, pinching his nose bridge and muttering in a low voice.

"Click."

Just as I was thinking, I heard the door open from the inside.

As soon as I raised my head, I saw the little secretary of the glasses who had thought he had been sent to Africa to see the warehouse. He stood up, still wearing a gray and black formal outfit and a suit skirt.

Even at Yuki Terajima's home, he always maintains a neat and polite and polite posture, wearing high heels.

"Good morning, Shiina-kun."

Aoso Ayase smiled and greeted Shiina Iori, her eyes subconsciously stayed on his faintly sad face for two seconds, and then immediately reacted and withdrew her eyes slightly, lowering her eyes slightly, and her voice was gentle:

"The lady has gotten up and is waiting for you in the bedroom."

"Good morning, Miss Ayase."

Shiina Iori also kept smiling and replied, turned her head and walked skillfully towards Yuki Terashima's bedroom. She did not notice the subconscious look of the glasses's secretary who was stunned when she called out the other person's name.

It was not until Iori knocked on Yuki Terajima's room and found that there was no one inside that she reminded: "Shina-kun, the eldest lady was in the last room."

"Last room?"

Shiina Iori paused, then she remembered that she had slept in the next room all night before.

The brows twitched slightly.

It was just because Aosuo Ayase's little ear was in front of him, so he didn't want to complain about anything, so he turned around and headed towards the other side.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, Iori knocked on the door, and then heard a creaking sound.

The door is not locked.

The door was slowly pushed open under the force of knocking on the door.

When the door was open, I saw Yuki Terajima wearing a snow-white loose bathrobe and long wet and dry hair spread on his shoulders. His soft and thin quilt covered his thighs and exposed a pair of white calves that were gently folded together. His toes were slightly clasped, and they outlined two completely different shapes of clear edges and roundness on the joints and little fingers.

The remaining water droplets on the skin shine in the sunlight reflected from the large floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea, with a faint crystal color.

It made her look as clear as jade.

And in her hand, she was quietly reading a thick book with unknown content.

The whole picture gives people a faint sense of inreality.

Hearing the creaking sound at the door, he seemed to realize that someone came in outside, raised his head separated from the middle, revealing his smooth forehead. Yuki Tejima said in that usual cold voice:

"Are you late?"

Upon hearing this, Shiina Iori subconsciously raised her eyebrows.

Is it a question?

I still have hope of struggling?

Shiina Iori's heart, which was not calm at all, had such a sudden idea first, and was quickly suppressed.

He still remembers the repeated remarks of Terajima Yuki's past, but he would not lie like this without any need.

Just now, he saw the monitor placed in front of the door of Xing's house.

"Um."

The sound is muffled.

Yuki Terajima glanced at him, put down the book in his hand, and suddenly showed a very light and shallow smile.

To luck, this seems to be a signature move to express happiness.

She first glanced at the door.

Then the door was very eye-catching and slammed himself.

Miss Ayase, who was responsible for the position of "Baitun" outside, stood up straight, pretending that she could not hear anything.

Wait until the door closes.

Then Yuki Terajima moved slowly and moved his butt from the bed, pulling his long white legs out of the quilt, and the not-so-long bathrobe swayed emptyly.

She sat on the bed, her bare and crystal-clear feet hanging slightly in the air, and she pointed at her toes very flexibly, her tone was lazy:

"Here, the clothes are in that cabinet."

When talking, the smile on Terajima Yuki's face was very natural, which was completely different from the extremely restrained and smiled and stopped. Instead, it showed a rare state of relaxation, and even the sound that was always plain and cold and hard was soft:

"Take it for me."

Shiina Iori subconsciously went to get her clothes and stopped:

"There are the same inside?"

"!"

Yuki Terajima was stunned when he heard this, looked down at the shadow in his bathrobe, and his brows frowned again.

Shiina Iori held her breath.

The girl's voice paused for a few seconds, and suddenly she had a subtle tone of disappointment.

“…subconsciously put it on.”

Can you not play this kind of heartbeat play in broad daylight?

He turned around and opened the cabinet, which were lined with neat drawers connected by rows.

Obviously, the neatly arranged place for Yuki Terajima is not just her desk and room.

Shiina Iori pulled open from the highest drawer.

"Crash."

A pair of small clothes folded into long strips are neatly arranged together.

The styles are a bit amazing. They are basically full-coverage black lace of the same type. At most, the pattern styles are slightly different, and they are artificially arranged and separated. The boxers starting from the sixth row are slightly different.

Shiina Iori just glanced at it and closed it directly.

When he was at home, Shino would sometimes become lazy intermittently. He would lie on the bed and throw it all into a big gift bag for him to wash.

After watching it for a long time, I don’t feel anything.

On the contrary, Yuki Terashima, who was behind him, was stunned when he saw this. The corners of his lips, which were originally gentle, fell faintly, with a complicated look, but he said nothing.

How many women's clothes have he taken off?

The subtle and complex gaze seemed to have the words like this written.

"What do you wear when you go out?"

Shiina Iori didn't notice this at all, and asked casually while turning his hands.

"The third trousers are from the right, the sixth top is from the right, and the socks are from the right."

Yuki Terajima said habitually, and suddenly paused: "White."

Shiina Iori stood in front of the closet, looking at the sweatpants and blue shirts that were coming out by Yuki Terashima, while the white socks lying in the cabinet were basically clean and easy to wash sports socks.

Thinking about the simple style when Yuki went out on weekdays, Shiina Iori suddenly understood it a little.

"I'll pick it!"

"Um?"

Looking at Yuki Terajima's puzzled gaze, Shiina Iori couldn't stop feeling a little responsible.
To be continued...