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Chapter 358 [357] Terashima is not satisfied ([-])

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

The windows in the corridor are bright and bricked clean, almost reflective after being wiped. The faint sunlight and the slightly salty sea breeze blow into the high-rise corridor in the port area.

Shiina Iori, who was forced to come here early in the morning without her own will, stood at the door of the only room on the top floor.

Hesitating.

As the saying goes, blessings never come without pairs, and misfortunes never come singly.

Last night, under the gaze of Sano Shino's gentle crescent moon eyes, Shiina Iori, who was humiliated and put on fox ears and was photographed in a series of photos of the fox fairy servant, just came back from morning exercise with a harmonica. I received the first order of the day from my immediate superior in various senses.

【Lucky: Come to my house, before eight o'clock. 】

The order of the chairman and chairman of Terajima is obviously undeniable, especially when he was forced to agree to a series of unequal treaties under the influence of his own mouth yesterday, it is even more undeniable.

Task: Satisfy Miss Xing's strong desire to control
Duration: All day!

If he could change the content of the system panel, Shiina Iori felt that he would probably write such content in his today's task.

In desperation, he had no choice but to squeeze out the comfortable shower time, and quickly helped Sinon with some preparations for the morning pastry, and hurried all the way here by subway.

——He only went to and from school normally recently, so he didn't ask Kazuya or Yui to borrow a car.

Until now, he managed to be late at [-]:[-].

"It's an ominous omen."

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

"Click."

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

As soon as she raised her head, she saw the little secretary with glasses, who thought she was sent to Africa to look at the warehouse, straightened up. She was still wearing the same gray and black formal suit and a suit skirt.

Even in Yuki Terashima's house, he always maintained a neat and polite posture, with high heels on his feet.

"Good morning, Shiina-san."

Aoi Cang Ayase greeted Shiina Iori with a smile, her gaze subconsciously stayed on his slightly sad face for two seconds, and then she retracted her gaze as if reacting immediately, lowering her eyes slightly , with a soft voice:
"Missy has already woken 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 towards Yuki Terashima's bedroom skillfully, not noticing the subconscious stare of the little secretary with glasses girl when she called out the other party's name.

It wasn't until Iori knocked on Yuki Terashima's room and found that there was no one in it that she reminded: "Shiina-kun, Missy is in the room from last time."

"The room from last time?"

Shiina Iori paused, and then remembered that she had slept in the next room for a night.

The brow twitched slightly.

Just because Aoi Cang Ayase's little ear was in front of him, he couldn't complain, so he turned around and walked towards the other side.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door, Iori knocked on the door with his fingers, and then heard a creak.

The door is not locked.

The door of the room was slowly pushed open under the force of the knock.

The door opened, and I saw Yuki Terashima, who was wearing a snow-white loose bathrobe, with long wet and dry hair hanging over his shoulders, sitting on the bed. Bai Shengsheng's calves that were put together were exposed, and his crystal-like toes were slightly clasped, outlining two completely different shapes, sharp-edged and round, on the joints and the pad of the little finger.

The remaining drops of water on the skin glowed with faintly colorful crystal colors under the sunlight reflected from the large floor-to-ceiling windows facing the sea.

Let her whole body be as clear as jade.

And in her hand, she was quietly flipping through a thick book with unknown contents.

The whole picture gives people a faint sense of unreality.

Hearing the creaking sound of the door, he seemed to realize that someone was coming in from outside. He raised his head that was separated from the middle, exposing the smooth forehead, Yuki Terajima said in his usual cold voice:
"I'm late?"

Hearing this, Shiina Iori subconsciously raised her eyebrows.

Is it a question?
I still have hope of struggling?

Shiina Iori, who was not calm at all, first had such a sudden thought, and was quickly suppressed.

He still remembered Terashima Yuki's repeated orders and remonstrances, and he would not tell such a lie that could be broken in such an unnecessary place.

Just now he saw the monitor at the door of Xing's house.

"Ah."

The voice was muffled.

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

For Xing, this seems to be the iconic gesture of expressing happiness.

She first glanced in the direction of the door.

Then the door slammed shut very winkingly.

And Ms. Ayase, who was in charge of the 'gate' outside, just stood upright, pretending that she couldn't hear anything.

Wait until the gate closes.

Then Yuki Terashima slowly moved his butt off the bed, and pulled a pair of white and straight long legs away from the quilt, and the not-so-long bathrobe also swayed empty.

She was sitting on the bed, her bare, crystal-clear feet were slightly hooked in the air, and she pointed with her toes flexibly, with a lazy tone:

"Here, the clothes are in that closet."

When speaking, the smile on Terashima Yuki's face was very natural. It was completely different from the extremely restrained state of smiling and closing in on weekdays. Instead, it showed a rare state of relaxation. Even the voice that was always flat and cold Bring a bit of softness:

"Help me get it."

Shiina Iori subconsciously went to get the clothes and then stopped:

"Inside too?"

"!"

Yuki Terashima was taken aback when he heard the words, looked down at the shadow in the bathrobe, and frowned again.

Shiina Iori held her breath.

The girl's voice paused for a few seconds, and suddenly there was a subtle disappointment in her tone.

". Subconsciously put it on."

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

He turned around and opened the cabinet again, and there were rows of neat drawers inside.

Obviously, Terashima Yuki's obsessive-compulsive disorder is not just her desktop and room.

Shiina Iori opened the top drawer.

"Whoa."

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

The style is surprisingly unified, basically the same type of black lace full coverage, at most the patterns are slightly different, and they are artificially separated in different arrangements, starting from the sixth row of boxer pants. different.

Shiina Iori only glanced at it, and then closed it directly.

When she was at home, Shino would sometimes be lazy intermittently, and when she lay down on the bed, she would bring him a big gift bag for throwing clothes away, and throw them all to him to wash.

After watching more, I feel nothing.

On the contrary, Terashima Yuki who was behind him was startled when he saw this, the corners of his lips that were originally tenderly raised faintly fell, his eyes were a little complicated, but he didn't say anything.

How many women's clothes has he undressed?
Those subtle and complicated gazes seemed to have the word "Ru" written in them.

"What do you usually wear when you go out?"

Shiina Iori didn't notice this at all, and asked casually while flipping under his hand.

"The third pair of pants from the right in the left cabinet, the sixth top from the right in the right cabinet, and socks."

Yuki Terashima said habitually, then paused: "White."

Shiina Iori stood in front of the closet, looking at the sweatpants and blue shirt that Koichi Terajima pointed out, and the white socks lying in the closet were basically clean and easy-to-wash sports socks.

Thinking about Riko's simple style when he went out on weekdays, Shiina Iori suddenly understood in his heart.

"Let me choose!"

"Ok?"

Looking at Yuki Terashima's puzzled eyes, Shiina Iori couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility.

Without waiting for her to agree, she quickly reached out and rummaged through the hanging clothes twice.

Seeing Shiina Iori's reaction, Terashima Yuki suddenly felt a subtle sense of bewilderment, as if the puppet that was supposed to be obediently being driven to dance leisurely suddenly began to dance cursingly by itself - dancing faster than she could control fine.

Gives people a very unexpected sense of psychological gap.

However, Shiina Iori seemed to deliberately pretend not to notice Yuki Terashima's inner thoughts at all, and no puppet consciously took the initiative to choose Yuki Terashima.

Miss Xing just sat on the edge of the bed, wearing a large bathrobe with a wide and loose skirt, which could not cover the crystal clear skin.

However, Shiina Iori's gaze has always remained serious and focused, as if she has transformed into a real fashion collocation master at this moment.

At the same time, supported by the excuse of 'choosing clothes', the communication between Iori Shiina and Yuki Terashima seems to be completely subconsciously focused on the style of 'clothes'.

Something seems to have been forgotten in the middle.

"Fortunately, this narrow-sleeve top suits you very well!"

"Change it to another one, this one will tear apart when you move."

"How about this tight skirt? It shows your figure very well. It should look good on you."

"No, I can't run."

"What about this one? A standard short-sleeved pleated skirt, you can also add black silk. It's actually quite hot outside today."

Terashima Yuki looked at Shiina Iori's attentive and coherent words, and looked at him calmly: "Iori, are you afraid of what I will say?"

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

"how come?"

When master-level acting skills are played to a certain limit, even lying seems to be purely expressing the deepest heart.

Shiina Iorina's face was unclear, so with the increase in micro-expressions and movements, his tone seemed extremely real, as if it came from the heart.

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

"Could it be that such a small wish cannot be satisfied?"

The voice is upright and confident, the expression is sincere and natural, the standard nonsense without a draft, inadvertently diverted the topic to another direction, as for "Are I afraid of what I will say?" 'This short eight-character question, he didn't even answer a single punctuation mark.

Hearing this, Yuki Terashima did not answer.

The originally languid and bent toes landed lightly on bare feet, and the heavy bathrobe swayed accordingly, and the tie tied around the waist swayed slightly, which attracted Shiina Iori's eyes unconsciously. was shaken apart.

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

Then, seeing Yuki Terashima reach out and untie the tie of the bathrobe, his eyes widened in shock.

Immediately afterwards, she saw the light clothes she was still wearing underneath.

It's hard to guard against!

The bathrobe fell on the ground, Yuki Terashima opened his hands towards Shiina Iori without any precaution: "Since Iori thinks it looks good, please help me put it on."

"Well."

Shiina Iori's breath was stagnant, and she said in embarrassment, "It's better to do this kind of trivial matter by yourself?"

Terashima Yuki was facing the large-sized full-length mirror in the room, and seemed to be looking at Iori inside through the mirror and calmly said: "Everything about Iori today is mine."

"You have to listen to me."

"Iori-kun."

Hearing Terajima Yuki's honorific name that would only be added on formal occasions, Shiina Iori immediately realized that there was no room for redemption in this matter.

"Ah."

Although he has gradually become proficient at taking off other people's clothes, he has not yet reached the level of familiarity with dressing others. He will only do it when Shino is too sleepy to move and can't get up in the morning. Occasionally put on a suit of clothes for dear little fox senior sister.

But wearing them one by one like now, the feeling is indeed a bit subtle.

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

I don't know if it's because the door is dutifully closed and the ears are blocked, or because there are only her and Shiina Iori in this room. Miss Xing, who usually only makes people feel vaguely nervous, has a kind of calm at this moment. sense of security.

It seemed that he didn't care about being touched by Iori's palm, and the coordinated movements were very tacit. On the contrary, Shiina Iori, who was tense in his heart, inexplicably had a cognitive illusion that he was really blaspheming art.

Seeing the clothes Shiina Iori clumsily put on her body, the stiff movements alone had a natural sense of humor.

"Haven't Iori and Sano done this before?"

Of course she was talking about getting dressed.

However, when he asked this question, Yuki Terashima seemed to have already determined the answer in his heart, and his voice was flat and firm.

"a bit less."

Shiina Iori's demeanor, which had always been focused and serious, also showed a flaw unconsciously with this question, and her tone seemed to sink slightly.

But as a master actor, of course he could sense his problem immediately, and immediately pretended to make up for it calmly:
"Compared to doing meaningful things, Sinon should be the type who cares more about the process. Whether it's making snacks, going out to play, or shopping, doing anything will give people a very relaxing feeling."

"Does Iori also yearn for this sense of relaxation?"

Yuki Terashima asked casually as he put his legs together and put on the pleated skirt from bottom to top.

"of course."

When she said this, Shiina Iori couldn't help showing a warm, serene smile as if talking about her family, and just closed the zipper of the pleated skirt with her hands.

The next second, the chin that was still drooping just now was suddenly picked up by two powerful but slender fingers, and they moved in front of Terashima Yuki's nephrite-like vermilion lips, watching her calm but unquestionable voice:

"That won't work."

Shiina Iori was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

In the next second, I saw Yuki Terashima, who was still standing there waiting for him to get dressed, let go of his hand, sat down on the side of the bed lazily, and stretched those white, slender and powerful feet in front of Iori, round and round. The toes are slightly raised, showing that beautiful arc.

Yuki Terashima didn't seem to care about the scenery he inadvertently leaked when he sat on the bed and lifted his calf lightly, with a relaxed expression:
"Today's Iori belongs to me alone."

"We agreed yesterday."

As she said that, her eyes drifted to the stockings that Shiina Iori took out before she hesitated to wear them, and a smile appeared on her calm face again:
"So, please, Iori-kun, help me put the socks on."

"Well, I prefer black."

(End of this chapter)