Without waiting for her to agree, she quickly reached out to search the clothes she was hanging twice.

Seeing Shiina Iori's reaction, Yuki Terashima suddenly felt a subtle at a loss, as if the puppet who should have been driven to dance leisurely suddenly began to dance by herself - dancing better than she did.

It gives people a very unexpected sense of psychological gap.

But Shiina Iori seemed to deliberately pretend to not notice Yuki Terashima's inner thoughts at all, and she did not consciously take the initiative to choose Yuki Terashima.

Miss Xun just sat by the bed, her large bathrobe and skirt was wide and scattered, and could not cover her skin.

However, Shiina Iori's eyes remained serious and focused, and seemed to be transformed into a true fashion matching master at this moment.

At the same time, supported by the excuse of "choosing clothes", the communication between Shiina Iori and Terashima Yuki also seemed to be completely subconsciously concentrated on the style of "clothes".

Something seemed to be forgotten in the middle.

"Luckily, this narrow-sleeved top is perfect for you!"

"Change one, this item will be torn apart during the event."

"How is this tight skirt? It looks very good. You should look good if you wear it."

"No, I can't run."

"What about this one? A standard short-sleeved pleated skirt can also be added with black stockings. It's actually quite hot outside today."

Yuki Terajima looked at Shiina Iori's attentive and coherent words and looked at him calmly: "Iori, are you afraid that I will say something?"

The faint smile on her lips finally calmed down, and her voice was very faint.

"How could it be?"

When the master-level acting skills reach a certain limit, even lying is like expressing the deepest feelings in your heart in purity.

The unknown on Shiina Iori's face made his tone look extremely real, as the micro-expression and movements increased.

"I just want to see the most beautiful blessing!"

"Can't such a small wish be satisfied?"

His voice was righteous and sincere and natural expression, and his standard nonsense was inadvertently taken off the topic to another direction. As for the question of "Are you afraid of what I would say?", he didn't even take a punctuation mark.

Upon hearing this, Terajima Yuki did not answer.

The originally lazy and bent toes fell gently on the ground, and the heavy bathrobe also shook, and the tie tied around her waist swayed slightly, unconsciously attracting Shiina Iori's gaze, for fear that she would be shaken away accidentally.

Shiina Iori, who was holding two pieces of clothing in her hand, subconsciously took a step back.

Then, when Yuki Terajima reached out to untie the bathrobe, he was so shocked that he widened his eyes in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, I saw the thin clothes still wearing inside.

It's hard to defend!

The bathrobe fell to the ground, and Terajima opened his hands at Shiina Iori without any precaution: "Since Iori thinks it looks good, please help me put it on."

"Um."

Shiina Iori breathed a little awkwardly, saying, "It's better to do this kind of small thing by yourself?"

Yuki Terajima faced the large-sized full-length mirror in the room, and seemed to be looking through the mirror toward Iori inside, saying calmly: "Everything Iori today is my belonging."

"You have to listen to me."

"Iorikun."

When he heard the honorific title that Terajima Yuki only added on formal occasions, Shiina Iori immediately realized that there was no room for recovery for this matter.

"Um."

Although his skill in taking off other people's clothes has become more skillful, he has not yet reached the level of being so skillful about dressing others. Only Shino is too lazy to move, so he will occasionally put on his dear little fox senior when he can't get up in the morning.

And when you wear them like now, the feeling is indeed a bit subtle.

Yuki Terajima stood in front of the mirror with a calm expression.

I don’t know if it was because the door was closed conscientiously and blocked my ears, or because there were only two people in this room, and Miss Qiu, who only made people feel vaguely nervous on weekdays, felt a sense of calmness at this moment.

It seemed that he didn't care at all that he was touched by Iori's palm, and his coordination was very tacit, which made Shiina Iori, who was tense in his heart, inexplicably had the cognitive illusion that he really blasphemed art.

Seeing the clothes being clumsyly wrapped around him by Shiina Iori's movements, the stiff movements alone felt a natural sense of funnyness.

"Have Iori and Sano not done this?"

Of course she is talking about wearing clothes.

However, when asked this question, Terajima Yuki felt as if he had already confirmed the answer, and his voice was dull and confident.

“Relatively less.”

Shiina Iori was always focused and serious, but also unconsciously revealed a flaw with this question, and her tone seemed to have slightly sunk.

But as a master-level actor, he could certainly feel his problem at the first time, and immediately pretended to make a silent remedy:

"Sino should be a type that cares more about the process than anything that has been meaningful. Whether it is making snacks, going out to play, buying things, or doing things, it will give people a relaxing feeling."

"Do Iori also yearn for this kind of relaxation?"

Yuki Terajima, who had his legs raised and put on a pleated skirt from bottom to top, seemed to ask casually.

"certainly."

When he said this, Shiina Iori couldn't help but show a warm smile on her face, as if she was talking about her family, and she just closed the zipper of the pleated skirt in her hand.

The next second, the chin that had just dropped naturally was suddenly twisted up by two powerful but slender fingers. She approached Yuki Terashima's soft-jade-like red lips, looked at her calm but unquestionably speaking:

"That won't work."

Shiina Iori was stunned, and then suddenly reacted.

The next second, I saw Terajima Yuki, who was standing there waiting for him to put on his clothes, let go of his hand, and sat lazily on the edge of the bed, stretching his white, slender and powerful feet in front of Iori, and slightly rokering his round toes, showing that beautiful curve.

Yuki Terajima seemed to care about the scenery leaked inadvertently when he sat on the bed and raised his calves lightly, and his expression was leisurely:

"Iori today belongs to me alone."

"We agreed yesterday."

As she said that, her eyes floated to Shiina Iori again, and she took it out before, and she didn't choose stockings because she was hesitant to wear, and a smile appeared on her calm face again:

"So, please help me put my socks on."
Chapter completed!