Akiyama, the driver I saw a few times before, did not travel with him today.

I watched as Yuichi Fujisawa walked from the front of the car to the driver's seat, and I withdrew my gaze as he opened the door.

He placed his cane next to his seat and then got into the car.

"There are no towels in the car, so use this to wipe your hair first." He handed me a handkerchief.

I took it, he didn't start the car immediately, but took out his phone and typed something, and when he put it away, a green light happened to be lit in front of him.

"Mr. Fujisawa, please take me to the vicinity of the four rivers." I say.

Fujisawa Yuichi didn't speak, I didn't dare to look at him, I just secretly looked at him, and from my angle, I just saw his hands, slender, fair, with beautiful lines of finger bones, these hands were controlling the steering wheel.

I sat up straight and said to him, "Mr. Fujisawa, I'm tutoring a junior high school student, and the driver of that house will pick me up." ”

"The academy is on vacation?" The car made a turn to the right, and at the same time, he threw a question at me.

What does this do, he asked?

Before I had time to think about it, I replied truthfully, "Yes." ”

"In addition to being a tutor, do you also work in a café?"

"Yes."

"You still only work on your days off as before?"

I was startled and didn't answer, and in a place where his angle was hard to see, I stretched out my right hand and secretly held his suit over my shoulder.

"Working part-time? I only seem to see you on my days off every time. ”

"Yes, you have a good memory."

I said that, but what I thought in my heart was: Two of the few times we saw each other were on weekdays, but you don't remember, Mr. Fujisawa.

I lowered my right hand and said quietly, "It's been a long time since I've seen Mr. Fujisawa visit to our store." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry." The car turned a corner to the right again, and he said something that surprised me without changing his face, "Because I used to drink milk in the summer." ”

At this point, I only thought he was lying to me.

I didn't know until later.

It was my second summer in Kyoto, and I spent the whole summer in my second grade in the studio drawing drawings. Yes, I have my own studio by this time. Yuichi Fujisawa's villa on the banks of the Kamo River is the best place to escape the summer heat in Kyoto City, and I like that the top floor of Yuichi Fujisawa's villa has been converted into my studio.

On the first day of the summer break, I was in the studio and was working on the newly designed dress, which was finally changed to the ideal look, and I was thirsty enough to get up and pour water.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Yuichi Fujisawa sitting on the sofa not far away, looking at me gently. When I'm designing, I'm always so engrossed in ignoring everything around me. When he came, I didn't notice it at all.

"You've been here for a long time?" I put down my pen and said, "Don't call me either." ”

"It didn't take long to arrive." He asked me, "Thirsty?" Do you want to drink milk? ”

I walked over to the coffee table in front of him, and there was already an empty glass with milky milk in it. He opened the box next to him, and in the box was a small half-jug of milk with ice cubes, and he poured me a glass. I took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"One more drink." I say.

"How long has it been since you drank water?" He wiped the milk from my mouth with his thumb.

"Forget." I stuck out my tongue.

"I'll pour you water." In order to prevent water from wetting the design paper, I only put a refrigerator at the top of the staircase to store water. I sat lazily on the couch and enjoyed Yuichi Fujisawa serving me.

He fetched water, holding in his hand a bottle of mineral water that sold for more than a dozen euros. When I first came to Kyoto, I could only eat cheap rice balls every day, and I couldn't wait to break a coin in half to use it, but I was able to take a bottle of sky-high water from Fujisawa Yuichi at this time, even though the water in it could be drunk directly as long as I turned on the faucet.

He had already unscrewed the cap for me, and when he handed it to me, he said, "Drink slowly." ”

I drank most of the vial, and I said, "You told me before that you used to drink milk in the summer, and it turned out to be true." I held the water in my hand and said, "Now, why does it have to be summer?" ”

"Drink a little more water." He explained to me slowly, "Because the café I frequent, there are always too many customers in the summer, and there are often no empty seats. ”

As a former part-time employee of Lavender Story, I agree.

He continued: "It bothers me that someone always gives up my seat to me. ”

Although he never shy away from talking about his legs, he doesn't like to be seen as someone who needs extra care.

I took a sip of water: "So, Dear President Fujisawa, dare to ask you that you came back specifically to drink milk?" ”

"Exactly." He gave me a haircut on my sideburns, "Let's find a way to solve the problem of drinking water." ”

I didn't pay attention to the water problem for a while, and then said, "President, are you absenteeism?" It's not good for you to do that. If you want to drink it next time, I'll send it to you. ”

I had other thoughts on my mind, Yuichi Fujisawa's company, and I've never been there.

"It's great that you're here." He held out his hand to me, and I leaned into his arms, and he said, "But madam, am I too pitiful to spend my rare tea time in the company?" Besides, it's so hot, isn't it good for me to go home and see you? ”

This person is really good, obviously rejecting me, but he can still say so sweetly. I kept bubbling pink bubbles in my heart, but I complained: "But you don't make a sound when you come back, if I don't find you today, are you going to go back to the company after drinking milk?" ”

"Seeing you so devoted, how can I bear to disturb you."

I reached out and hugged him; "I'll let me know next time I come back."

With his chin against my forehead, he laughed and promised in a low voice, "Okay, I'll try." ”

What kind of commitment is this? But the tone was full of sincerity, and I couldn't refute it. I leaned against his chest and changed into a more comfortable position.

At this time, because of Yuichi Fujisawa, every day is full and satisfying, but occasionally, I will think of some of the past, such as the summer when I first arrived in Kyoto, and I and Yuichi Fujisawa were not close to each other, and we met awkwardly on the street.

We didn't have a deep conversation about milk, because after he said that, he pulled up in a narrow alleyway where vehicles couldn't get through.

With a puzzled look, I poked my head out and looked around, and the alley was just an ordinary independent house. As I looked around, Yu Fujisawa got out of the car, and he held his cane and opened the door for me.

"We're here." He bent down and said to me.

I didn't move, I looked up at him: "Mr. Fujisawa, please take me to Shijo Kawaramachi." ”

"Mr. Susu." The corners of Yuichi Fujisawa's mouth curled into a teasing smile, "You're going to meet your student like this?" ”

At this moment, I saw my embarrassed look in his eyes, and I lowered my head.

He's right.

"Get out of the car." He said.

“……”

I followed Yuichi Fujisawa and we made a few turns in the alley until we finally came to an old-fashioned house.

In this private house, the name plate hanging on the door is blank, and there is no decoration in front of the door, but there is a young woman in a blue-purple retro skirt standing with high heels of the same color, which is a complete set of Zhinian Shuxi.

She wore a feather-shaped earring in her small right ear, which swirled lightly when the wind blew. When she saw us coming, she bowed to Yuichi Fujisawa, and when she spoke, she lowered her chest slightly, and she said, "President, I have prepared according to your instructions." ”

"Introduction, this is the assistant, Miss Reiko Shimizu." He said, "This is Miss Susu." ”

I shook hands with the beautiful Miss Shimizu, and it was only then that she met my eyes, with a professional smile on her face, and no polite glance, which made me feel very comfortable. She let go of my hand, turned sideways, and led me into the house. When I entered the house, I realized that the house had been quite large, and I was led through the long hallway, and finally she stopped and opened the lattice door for me. The first thing that catches your eye in the huge room is the wooden sliding door opposite, and the remaining two walls of the room are inlaid with floor-to-ceiling glass, and there is no other decoration, except for a low table in the center.

"Miss Su, the president instructed you to choose the clothes in the room at will. In this room are spring clothes, and summer clothes are in the next room. "The bathroom is in the innermost room, and I've already put my underwear in the bathroom." ”

I realized at this time that Yuichi Fujisawa was texting on his phone before driving. It seems that the room in front of me is a cloakroom, so is it a ......

"That...... Miss Shimizu, is this room a design for Zhinian Shuxi? ”

"It's not." She said. Before I could ask any more, she continued, "That's all I know. ”

Impeccable. I was a little annoyed that I asked this kind of question.

"If it's convenient, you can give me the lunch box in your hand."

I complied, "Thank you." ”

"You're welcome. So, I'll go down first. She said, turning to leave.

I leaned on my shoulder and looked at myself in the reflection of the glass as I walked into the room. The wardrobe of this cloakroom is designed to be embedded in the wall, and if you look closer, you can find the hidden handle on the glass door, and I opened one of the cabinet doors in front of me, only to see a few light gauze skirts hanging inside, the same color of mint green, but each with different details. I picked up one of them and looked at it closely, and I was a little disappointed that I didn't see the label, so I couldn't know who made the designs. Then, I opened the next cabinet door and looked at the spring clothes in the whole room in turn, each cabinet was placed with different series and color dresses, and all of them were the same size, obviously from the same designer, and the cut and design were very wanton.

I opened the lattice door and walked into the next room, which was decorated exactly like the previous one, and I looked at the design of each wardrobe in turn, and finally chose the most conservative little black dress among the countless gaudy summer dresses.

I didn't snoop any further, removed the hanger, walked through the cloakroom, and went straight to the innermost bathroom. There was a paper bag with the logo of Zhinian Sook Hee on the sink, and I opened it, and there was a set of underwear inside, the tag had been cut off, and it was exactly the size I was wearing.

This house is not used to store the design of Zhinian Shuxi, so this set of Zhinian Shuxi's underwear was picked up by Shimizu Reiko according to the instructions of Fujisawa Yuichi. To put it this way...... Yuichi Fujisawa actually knows my dress size? Realizing this, my face immediately turned red.

I looked up at the blushing girl in the mirror, and raised my hand to touch my cheek in a daze, it was really hot.

What are you doing here? Susu. It's shameless.

I put my hand down.

I washed it hastily, then changed into the black dress, and the delicate and cool high-quality fabric wrapped around me very comfortably. However, in the end, it is not tailor-made, and there is still room for two or three inches at the waist.

I decided to ignore it, put the clothes I had changed into a paper bag, put Yuichi Fujisawa's suit on my elbow, closed the door to the cloakroom one by one, and walked through the corridor where I came, and returned to the Japanese-style room at the entrance.

Miss Reiko Shimizu, a beautiful woman in a retro dress, was nowhere to be seen, and only Yuichi Fujisawa was in the spacious Japanese-style room, he was sitting on a rattan chair by the window, the afterglow of the setting sun lingering on him, and his whole person was shrouded in dim light, sacred and solemn, like an ancient god.

I stopped.

As if hearing a sound, he casually turned his head to meet my gaze, his eyes tinted with a familiar smile.

I froze, forgetting to look away, and just stared at him.

He looked at me intently, his eyes smiling intently, swirling silently at me.

"Susu." Yuichi Fujisawa called me by name in a tone that was different from his usual gentle tone.

In the afterglow, he stood up and walked slowly towards me with his cane in hand.

Then I thought that I should say goodbye to him and go back to where I belong. No, I should have turned away from him as early as the moment I met him.

But I didn't make any moves, I just stood still, stared at him, and walked up to me step by step.

"Why did you choose black? I remember that summer clothes were all warm colors. His voice sounded above my head, indescribably low, "Little girls should wear warm colors." ”

"This one is bigger." He said, "You're too thin, Susu. ”

He leaned closer, his tall figure obscuring the dim light, and for the first time I felt the oppressive aura on him, and subconsciously took a step back.

Unexpectedly, he took my right hand with his cane. I felt the blood all over my body rush to the top of my head, and my whole face was already blood-red without thinking about it. In my look of embarrassment, he took my hand and reached out with his other hand, which landed on my wrist.

I also found out when I was just showering. Probably during the wrestling with Sho Matsubara, his hand imprisoned me, leaving a few red finger prints on my wrist.

His fingers rubbed gently on these red marks, which were obviously cold to the touch, but they made me feel that the places that his fingers had touched were faintly hot.

"Mr. Fujisawa......"

"Susu." He bowed his head and whispered, "Would you like to tell me what happened to you today before you met me?" ”

I withdrew my hand, not wanting to answer him, "I'm exercising, Mr. Fujisawa." ”

"Oh?" There was a little more meaning in his smile, "On the streets of the city center? ”

I subconsciously straightened my back: "I set off from Sitiao River Park and planned to run back to the city center, but I didn't expect to meet you on the way. I said, "I'm so absorbed in my workout that I almost got into an accident, I'm really sorry." ”

I bowed my head and bent over in the courtesy of a local apology.

"Mr. Fujisawa." I said, "Please tell me the price of the clothes and I'll pay you." ”

Yuichi Fujisawa let out a soft sigh.

"Lift your head, Susu."

I looked up at him, met his eyes, and was about to hang my neck when he put his fingers on his chin. There is no light on, and the room is gradually darkening, and there is only the voice of Yuichi Fujisawa.

"Occasionally I pass by in front of Hankyu Department Store and see many young girls coming out of my store with shopping bags, and they remind me of you." He leaned closer, speaking in a tone as light as his movements, "I remember that you are the same age as them, but you live a completely different life than them. ”

"I'm living well, Mr. Fujisawa, and I'm taking good care of myself."

"Yes, you live well, you take good care of yourself." He repeated my words, his eyes sinking for a moment, "So, Susu, you come and tell me, since this is the case, why did you put yourself in such danger?" ”

"I ...... I didn't have ......"

"Susu, you have the same mark on your chin as your hand. Also, the city center is in the opposite direction. His fingers rubbed the marks on my chin, "You're not good at lying. ”

I was silent for a moment, and then I said, "My colleague took the tip that the guest gave me, and I just want to get back what is rightfully mine." ”

"If you're not good at running, what would you do if you hadn't met me today?" He spoke in a tone like a little girl whose elders had made a mistake in educating the family, "Did you think about the consequences before you went to this colleague?" ”

I can't answer Yuichi Fujisawa's words. He taught him a good lesson, and if I hadn't recklessly run to Sho Matsubara, I wouldn't have made such a mess of myself. But how could he understand how precious it was to him for a casual cup of coffee.

So, I didn't say anything, just talked about him left and right.

"Mr. Fujisawa," I looked at him, "why are you telling me this?" ”

"What do you say, Susu, why am I telling you this?" He lowered his voice, and said a word low and seductive. And those eyes, pure black, swirl-like, tickled my heart slightly.

There was an answer that came to my mind, and it turned over in my heart, but I didn't want to say it, I didn't even want to face it, I subconsciously wanted to run away. I took a few steps back, his fingers on my chin didn't work, I didn't even need to break free, but the next second, he reached out and grabbed my waist, his body came over, a face with perfect facial features magnified in front of me, the warm breath brushed across my face, I couldn't help but feel a palpitation in my heart.

His kiss fell, with a hint of crisp coolness, and his thin lips touched mine softly and intimately, tentatively, and then gradually deepened the kiss, his lips grinding on mine.

"Susu, come to me." In a blur, Yuichi Fujisawa whispered.