N, NTR?! So exciting!

At this moment, the secretary lady who felt that she had discovered the great secret pursed her lips tightly, and didn't dare to hum a letter. Her fingers tightly held the hem of her suit skirt, and even her facial expression became a little stiff.

"Is that true?"

Upon hearing this, Terajima Yukiya seemed to have thought about something, and then asked casually: "What kind of car Iori likes?"

"I'm not very interested in cars." Ichiori Shiina felt relieved when he found that the topic seemed to be gradually shifting. "But Shiina had always wanted to save money to buy a pickup truck. It was very convenient to transport things and could also be used to install furniture, which had relatively little fuel consumption."

"According to it carefully, I should be able to afford a slightly better pickup truck recently."

"We happened to go and have a look today, maybe there are some suitable ones?"

Speaking of this, Shiina Iori smiled and said, "And we have been shopping a month ago, right?"

Although he was wary of having children, Shiina Iori actually maintained a relatively relaxed state in front of Yuki Terashima, and he would unconsciously pour out part of his true feelings.

Of course, there may also be Yuki Terajima who rarely clearly reveals the reasons for his emotional changes.

"That's how it is."

Hearing Shiina Iora's sincere story, Yuki Terajima swallowed the last bite of seafood porridge into his stomach and put down the spoon, as if he was moved by his thoughts.

"Then go to the museum."

Yuki Terajima's voice is dull.

"Okay...eh?"

Shiina Iori was stunned: "Why is it a museum?"

Yuki Terajima wiped his lips leisurely, his voice still as cold as usual, without any unnecessary emotions:

"Because, I don't like pickups."

"besides--"

Her quiet and cool little face suddenly raised a little, with unquestionable domineeringness: "Today, Iori is my belonging."

"Don't always forget."

It’s normal, today is today, don’t mention the names of other women in front of me.

In the cold voice, there is a simple meaning hidden.

Shiina Iori was stunned at first, then quickly realized it, but he felt a little relieved and said:

"......yes."

......

"Click."

Hearing the brisk sound of the door, Shiina Iori subconsciously swept towards the street.

Then, I saw a middle school girl with a dull expression and a red face stunned on the spot, as if shocked to find that the finger she originally wanted to press on the screenshot button accidentally clicked on the door.

When she met Shiina Iori, she smiled with a knowing smile. She bowed suddenly, grabbed the bag in her hand and ran into the alley quickly.

Yuki Terajima who was next to him had a plain expression, but his eyes were faintly deep.

"Take it out with your hands."

She suddenly ordered calmly.

"Um?"

"Give."

Shiina Iori was surprised at first, and then extended his hand to Yuki.

Yuki Terajima said nothing, and naturally pulled Iori's hand and wrapped it around his waist, reducing the distance between the two that was originally subconsciously separated by Shiina Iori to one centimeter.

Shiina Iori was stunned and turned to smile bitterly: "Fortunately, otherwise we would still hold hands, right? It's not easy to walk like this."

"Listen to me."

Yuki Terajima had no expression and squeezed his body towards Iori.

"Look over there! Those two people are models or artists, right?"

"It's so beautiful!"

"It seems like I'm really a model. I've seen that man in fashion magazines! I've also cut it down!"

“Eh?!”

Shiina Iori had a very sharp hearing, and she smiled and leaned over to Yuki's ear to blow the air:

"They said you look good."

Yuki Terajima looked at Iori, as if he wanted to observe the intention of his words. After thinking about it, he responded seriously:

"It's right."

He died of chatting in an instant.

Fortunately, my thinking is indeed different from my own.

Shiina Iori, who originally wanted to talk about this topic, felt a little dry in her mouth, and subconsciously raised her head in melancholy.

Then, I saw a few young men in hip-hop in the restaurant next door smiling and holding up their cell phones in their direction.

Terajima Yuki followed Iori's gaze, but his head had just turned around. Iori just held her waist and pressed her little head quickly and pulled it into his direction.

Yuki Terajima just paused and followed the force of Iori's palm and knocked his head against his shoulder.

His eyes suddenly became a little dazzled.

The heart was bumped into it like a thump.

Shiina Iori herself turned her head and stuck out her tongue in their direction with disgust.

After finishing, I didn't mean to stop and walked directly towards the museum in front, as if I didn't take it seriously.

A few half-aged boys were left alone to look at the handsome faces on their phones and look at each other.

"What are you doing?"

When Shiina Iori let go, Yuki Terajima, who had not spoken when he was just pressed, looked up strangely at him.

"Someone is photographing you."

"I don't really want to agree."

Shiina Iori looks as if it should be, and she feels that she must be very handsome when she says this.

Yukio Terajima looked at him even more strangely: "I'm asking why you let go."

"Um?"

Shiina Iori was confused in an instant.

And Yuki Terajima stood beside him and tentatively leaned his head on his shoulder.

But no matter how you test this time, you will inexplicably feel like you have the subtle sense of the clothespin sticking against the wall. It looks a bit funny and your neck is prone to soreness.

Realizing this, Terajima Yuki had no choice but to wrap Iori's arms around his waist again, but he didn't have the natural sense of leaping heart.

Is it the difference caused by passiveness and initiative?

When Terajima thought of this, he recalled the subtle feeling when Iori took the initiative to choose clothes for him in the bedroom, and felt a little regretful.

He glanced at him, as if he hoped that Mutou Jun could continue to move himself.

But the result is very obvious, and the awareness connection fails.

Mutoujun himself did not notice this silent expectation, and was still trying to catch up with him in a business style: "Luckily, why did you come to the World Coin Museum? This kind of hobby should be very niche, right?"

“…”

Yuki looked straight at Iori.

"fortunate?"

Iori's eyes became even more confused.

"Because it is hard and shiny."
Chapter completed!