Busy time always passed quickly, and as Gray's body recovered, things gradually fell back on track.

However, the busyness has not diminished in the slightest.

Because it's almost final exam season.

Perhaps because of the fact that she had been taken care of by Shaida in the previous paragraph, Gray seemed to be extraordinarily gentle with her, as if she had suddenly shed a hard shell, making the air soft.

Every night, he dedicates time to teaching Shaida in her homework, both in theory and in dance practice.

It was the first time Gray had tutored her in such detail. I always felt that it was a bit overkill to let someone like him do such a small thing, but his counseling was really immediate, and Shaida made progress in a state that changes every day with his help.

When Shaida was practicing, Gray would often lean lazily back on a massage chair and watch her, telling her what was wrong and when to stop and start over.

Sometimes, he would stand up, walk up to her, hold her waist, help her shape and correct her movements, and find the right point of force. Every now and then, the two people will be very close, and his breath will fall on the skin, making people feel tachycardia.

Ever since she had the experience of the South Country, Shaida now feels that Gray is not terrible at all, or even indifferent at all. She dared to argue with him when she had an idea, and she dared to look directly into those eyes that were too good-looking.

Now, there seemed to be a little more indulgence in those eyes, and that feeling was wonderful, making every night's practice very short and short, not tired at all, but always feeling that it was too fast.

However, whether it is for schoolwork or for the work that should be done in this house, Shaida has never been a little lazy.

She wakes up very early every day, cleans the practice room and Gray's workshop, opens the window for ventilation, and then goes to school. When she came back in the evening, she would clean up Gray's bedroom while he wasn't home, and then see if Benjamin needed help. Before going to bed at night, she will bring him hot milk or a little supper depending on the situation of Gray's dinner, and by the way, monitor whether he is ready to go to bed on time.

It's not too much, but it's still quite hard to do your best and add a lot of schoolwork. However, Xia Yida didn't feel tired at all, she just felt that everything was so smooth that it made people a little flustered.

Of course, what Shaida herself sees is sometimes just the surface of things.

Some people who seem to be calm and calm actually have their own unspeakable troubles.

Gray Fantasia hesitated, and finally dialed Roman Christopher's phone.

"Ouch, remember me, I thought it would be three years before I received a call from you!" The other side said sourly.

"Come here."

"What, what's the cover-up? Hey, Gray Fantaxia, you're getting weird right now, do you know what! You ......"

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and come over!"

Without waiting for Roman to continue, Gray hung up.

Despite all the complaints, Roman Christopher soon came to his house to find him.

"What's going on? Have you broken your leg again? ”

With a cold face, Gray led Roman into his room and locked the door.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing!" Roman shouted, "I like women, and I will never you!" ”

Gray didn't speak for a long time, and tried to speak several times, but couldn't. After holding it for a while, a handsome face turned red and white for a while.

Roman Christopher fell silent and looked at him curiously.

"Hey, it can't be that there was too much infusion a while ago and it broke your brain! Why do you look so abnormal? ”

Gray gritted his teeth and asked, "You...... Do you know very well...... That one! ”

As he spoke, he scribbled a shape on his chest.

"Something!" Roman looked at him wonderingly, "Is there anything you can't say directly?" Hey, when did you become like this! ”

"It's the ......," Gray continued, gesturing, "a woman's ...... That one! ”

"Inside. Clothing?! Roman Christophe was shocked.

Gray blushed and nodded.

"No, it won't!" Roman slumped into his chair, looking a little incredulous at his ears.

I always thought that my friend, who grew up together, was an ascetic, a monk, and I couldn't understand the wind. Elm pimple of love. Even if he has been complaining recently because the little girl who suddenly moved into his house has a tendency to seize his irreplaceable position, Roman never thought that such a topic would actually come from the mouth of Gray Fantasia.

"I know very well, let's say, what are you doing?" Roman Christopher said angrily.

Thinking about it again, he couldn't help but open his eyes wide in shock.

"You, you won't be...... Let's do it to that little girl! ”

As soon as the conversation box opened, it was like a series of cannons.

"I'm not talking about you, just that little girl...... Haven't you ever seen a woman! ”

"How old is she, you can do it!"

"Just that stupid look, can she understand what you say?"

"Gray Fantaasia, you fowl. Beast! ”

……

Gray stared at him in a daze, not knowing how to argue.

Roman Christopher quarreled for a while, and when he saw that he didn't speak, he felt bored, so he calmed down.

"Tell me, what the hell is going on?"

"I need you to help me measure a size......"

"What about the little girl?"

Gray nodded.

"Why don't you ask her yourself? How far have you come? Roman asked.

"Because she ......," said Gray, frowning, "came to my room in the middle of the night, and never wore ...... That ......"

In fact, she doesn't seem to have worn it...... That one!

In fact, Gray had known about this for a long time, because of the necessary close contact, he realized that the girl did not seem to have any concept of the corset.

It may also be that the environment in which she has lived since she was a child does not require her to restrain herself at all.

He didn't care about it at all, because what others were dressed didn't mean anything to him. Gradually, however, I don't know when, I became more and more mindful of this.

It's okay when I'm training, the practice suit itself has a chest pad, and there is no big problem. But she rushed into her bedroom in the middle of the night with a milk glass, and she was actually like that, which made him feel more and more unbearable!

Every night, she wore a thin white nightdress, with long black hair, bare feet, and two white calves like milk in a cup. Unaware of everything, she bent down excitedly to put the tray on the head of the bed, tilted her head and ordered, "Go to sleep!" ”

She looks like a seductive white porcelain doll, and people can't help but want to look at her, but they don't dare to look at it, because from that angle, through the sleeves of the nightdress, you will really see what you shouldn't see!

I don't want these things to be seen by other people who shouldn't be watched!

This feeling is becoming more and more suffocating, and even a little panicked and overwhelmed. Gray felt that the time had come to face up to the problem and solve it!