The wind inside the mall doesn't know where it comes from, sending the aroma of the dessert shop to the tip of the nose of the two people who have just entered the door.

Even during the day, all the shops are still lit up at the door.

Putting his belt back on his trench coat and looking at the dazzling array of shops and the roads leading to the four directions, Aikawa Yusheng gestured to the Arc Moon Mirror to lead the way under the snow.

"Now you know let me lead the way, right?"

Rubbing the fine marks on his arm that were strangled by the clothes belt, the arc moon mirror Xue pulled down the lower eyelid of his right eye and made a grimace.

I don't know if it's a ghost or not, it's cute anyway.

I took a few turns in the mall with the moon mirror, and then walked into a shop called 'Kolor'.

The size of the store is so large that it occupies almost all of the mall's area.

"Welcome!"

The quality of the clerk is very high, and the moment the two of them walked into the store, all the idle clerks bowed to the door at the same time and said at the same time.

"Hello, do you have any needs? Do you want to do it yourself, or if you ask for it, I'll help you choose. The clerk who was standing at the door came up and asked politely.

It's just that the female clerk's gaze has been inadvertently sweeping to Aikawa Yusheng's face.

"Do it yourself." The arc moon mirror snow waved his hand and walked directly to the store with Aikawa Yusheng.

"Okay, feel free to ask if you need to."

The sleeve was tugged, and while he followed, Aikawa Yusheng looked around.

Although he doesn't understand the costumes and clothing of this era at all, he has been 'watching' in this world for more than a month, and he has an understanding of the usual clothing style of ordinary people.

The style of 'kolor' is obviously different in comparison, there are trench coats on the hangers around me, basically there is no regular monochrome model, but all contrasting deconstruction type, and at the same time, the choice of color is also very bold and innovative.

"So expensive?"

When the style of the clothes was transferred to the tag above, Aikawa Yusheng was dumbfounded, and the one he saw cost 75,000 yen.

His own salary for a week is less than 30,000 yen, and it is possible to buy it in full after working hard for a month.

"Come out with me and don't worry about that." Arc Moon Mirror, Rich Woman, Yukishita said indifferently, and continued to walk towards the men's clothing area with Aikawa Yusheng.

"It's April now, so I have to buy a jacket and trench coat for spring and autumn, and I have to prepare a little more for you for short-sleeved clothes in summer."

Walking to the destination, the arc moon mirror let go of Aikawa Yusheng's sleeves, the slender white finger against the lower lip, the other hand held the elbow position, Minglai's eyes narrowed slightly, and began to look carefully at the hanger, and at the same time began to whisper broken thoughts.

Aikawa Yusheng stood behind a little obediently, noticing a few strands of her hair stuck in the middle of her baseball jacket and lining, and smoothed them out.

"This one."

"Don't listen to orders!"

Aikawa Yusheng, who was watching around to pass the time, heard the voice, and immediately stepped forward to the side of the arc moon mirror snow, and took out the clothes that the witch pointed to in his hand.

However, the aesthetic feeling of the arc moon mirror is not good.

"This one, and this one." The arc moon mirror Yushita glanced at Aikawa Yusheng strangely, as if wondering why he was holding the clothes in his hand, and then pointed out two more.

Before Aikawa Yusheng continued to take it, she added:

"Don't do these three, the others in this row, try them all."

"......" Aikawa Yusheng's movements were stagnant, and then the action of taking half a step back was serious.

"All?!"

His eyes were open to 120% of the usual level, and Aikawa Yusheng looked at the arc moon mirror in disbelief.

"Not all, don't want these three." The other party seriously corrected his mistake in words, "Hurry up, there's not a lot of time, don't waste it anymore." ”

It turns out that this is the true meaning of the dress-up game, Aikawa Yusheng rubbed his eyebrows, looked at the excited arc moon mirror under the snow, sighed, and walked to the fitting room.

He didn't take a single piece of clothing in his hand, because he dragged this row of hangers directly.

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'fashion' – fashion, 'fire' – fire, 'boring' – boring......

Aikawa Yusheng consolidates the English words he has learned on these clothes, and he has to work hard every moment so that he can become a better version of himself.

"How's this set?" Aikawa Yusheng, who was dressed in dark colors, came out of the fitting room and asked under the arc moon mirror standing at the door.

A trench coat in black contrasting gray with a knitted sweater lined with a miserable white color and twisted letters 'boring'.

The closed lips, the corners of the mouth not rising or diving, the eyes hidden in the staggered bangs that are not fully open, and the calm of a lake in the forest—or the dead silence of the eyes, this Aikawa Yusheng gives the outfit a soul.

"Well, you're still quite suitable for this kind of dark and melancholy wind."

"Click."

The arc moon mirror nodded with satisfaction, took out his mobile phone and took a photo, and praised.

"I'm a 'fashion' guy by nature." Aikawa Yusheng had an indifferent expression of 'what's strange about this, it doesn't matter at all', and he was a little underwhelmed.

"When I say 'you're suitable for melancholy', I mean that you're very melancholy when others see you."

"Dishonest." Aikawa Yusheng stepped forward and pressed his thumb on his forehead under the snow of the arc moon mirror and nodded, and a comfortable cold feeling came, "What about the next set?" ”

"This is the last set."

"Liberate!" The melancholy expression on Aikawa Yusheng's face instantly did not leave the slightest.

"Don't be happy so early, this is spring and autumn clothes, and I haven't started to choose the summer opening." The arc moon mirror interrupted with a smile under the snow.

“...... Forget it when you fall asleep. ”

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"Here's the address, it's all mailed to this place, no problem, right?" After the payment was completed, the arc moon mirror Xuexia pointed to a large pile of bags on the ground and asked the cashier.

Although to say that the bland tone is more like a command than a solicitation.

"No problem, it will be delivered tonight at the latest." The cashier bowed and promised that he must take good care of himself for large customers.

"Let's go, don't you." Looking at Aikawa Yusheng, who had been 'played' by himself to the point that he had no love and had not recovered until now, he covered his mouth and chuckled lightly under the snow of the arc moon mirror.

"It's okay to play in the future, but it's not okay to buy clothes." Aikawa Yusheng's tone was resolute, with a posture of life and death oath.

"Look at your appearance." The arc moon mirror Xue Xia did not hide the teasing in his eyes, turned his head to laugh, frowned, put his hand around his shoulder, stretched out to the position of his butterfly bone, and gently scratched it a few times.

Just a few strands of hair that were clinging to his skin were pulled out as he twisted his head, causing the area to itch a little.

I suddenly remembered that there was a tool man next to me:

"Hmm, this position, help me scratch it."

"How are you like a princess, Miko-sama." Aikawa Yusheng walked behind the arc moon mirror snow, brushed away his long hair reminiscent of the refill of a mechanical pencil, and poked a place:

"Here?"

"A little bit lower, yes, just scratch it."

Without too much force, Aikawa Yusheng gently scratched with his four fingers, and the soft and touching touch numbed his fingertips.

This touch disappeared because Aikawa Yusheng came across a 'hard stubble' that straddled the area.

"What is this?" Aikawa Yusheng pulled this 'hard stubble' apart, rubbed it slightly, as if it could be divided into two pieces, and his sharp ears seemed to hear the 'click' sound of something unraveling.

Under the snow of the arc moon mirror, which had closed her eyes and felt the pleasure of tickling, her body tensed like a fried cat at the moment, and she felt that the underwear that held up her chest in front of her was gradually out of control, and she could only hold her chest with both hands and turn her head in shame.

What I saw was Aikawa Yusheng, who had an innocent face and didn't know what was going on at all.

This idiot who still lacks knowledge of modern common sense!

"What's wrong?" Aikawa Yusheng asked confusedly.

"Nothing! I beg you to read more! "Arc Moon Mirror gritted his teeth under the snow.