“…”

Shiina Iori's palms still maintained a posture of stroking the girl's face, and her fingertips slowly moved along the smooth skin until they brushed across her temples and touched the round and plump little earlobes.

There was a little helplessness in his voice: "If you are so stubborn, I will be very upset."

"fortunate."

"That's better than being thrown away by you."

Yuki Terajima's voice was dry, as if he was a little aggrieved.

But looking at the cold face that always maintained a calm expression, I couldn't notice too much emotion.

The contrast between expressions and voices makes people feel a little confused about the girl's current mood for a while.

While speaking, the girl's fingertips tightly grabbed Shiina Iori's sleeve, but she seemed to be afraid of exerting force, for fear that he would react with a slight refusal.

It's just so cautious and timid.

Just like she stood in the corner countless times.

Looking at Yuki Terajima's awkward and stubborn appearance, Shiina Iori's fingertips exerted force, pulling the flesh on her little face, and twisting the cold and plain expression a little.

Fortunately, he seemed to have no reaction, and even because of this slightly close movement, the corners of his mouth were slightly curled.

He looks like this royal sister is easy to bully.

"Ahem."

Just as the two were flirting quietly in the stairwell, they heard two muffled coughs coming from behind.

Shiina Iori was so scared that she was shocked, thinking that her daughter was coming.

When I turned my head, I realized that I was a slim figure, wrapped in a kimono with a sky-blue orchid pattern, with long hair tied in a bun behind my head, and a delicate face with light makeup, still charming.

She is a beautiful woman who looks like she is around thirty years old last year.

"Ms. Komatsu."

Seeing the visitor, Yuki Terajima greeted him softly, without any embarrassment in his tone.

"Miss Happiness."

The beautiful woman called Mrs. Komatsu glanced at Shiina Iori on one side, with a respectful posture, but her tone was not very polite and whispered a lesson: "Don't be seen by the master like this."

"Or he would lose his temper with me."

Yuki Terajima nodded not very much: "We will go back to the room later."

"It's good that you have the right attitude."

Mrs. Komatsu agreed in a low tone, and walked towards the other side of the corridor without looking back.

When Terajima saw that she was walking away, he took Shiina Iori to her room.

"Who is that Mrs. Komatsu?"

Shiina Iori watched the beautiful woman walk away slowly, and was a little curious about these modern "Japanese feudal families".

Unlike the earth-shaking state of previous lives, modern Japan has basically remained in the late shogunate state due to the evolution of the modern era of the "noble-Chinese-chaebol-politician" era.

If you observe carefully, you can find that the top Japanese, whether politicians or big businessmen, basically have a highly close blood relationship.

This is also one of the reasons why Keigo Terajima finally entered the upper level through constant marriage.

These people not only have a strict sense of class hierarchy in their superficial status, but also have not even changed much internal rules.

"When she was a secretary, she was one of my father's former lovers."

Yuki Terajima's voice was dull and he didn't seem to feel any problem: "Later, because he made some contributions to the family's asset network, he officially received it from home."

"Now I am a housekeeper at home. When I was brought back by my father, I used to provide my etiquette guidance."

Shiina Iori seemed to understand it a little.

——Probably equivalent to going from shameful wild flowers to later upgrading to a concubine?

etc?

Is it common to have three wives and four concubines in such a big family?

Shiina Iori detects key elements.

Yuki Terajima obviously did not have the ability to read the mind when meeting Nagisa, and did not notice the thoughts in Shiina Iori's mind.

The wooden stairs under your feet squeaked slightly, and he took him from the first floor to the third floor.

The second house on the corner of the third floor is the bedroom of Yuki Terajima in this "home".

However, the arrangement of the room was not the girl's boudoir that Shiina Iori imagined.

As soon as I opened the paper door, I saw that nearly 100 square meters of room had been cut open. On one side was the residential area, and on the other side were clearly placed various sandbags, barbells, iron dolls, Russian trousers, rock climbing racks and other facilities that were still cleaned.

The residential area on the other side is simple to set, with almost no extra furniture except table, bed, chair racks.

At the same time, because Yuki Terajima has moved out independently, there are almost no items placed on the only few furniture, most of which are books and utensils that need to be used in high school.

As if he noticed Shiina Iori's gaze, Yuki Terajima explained softly: "Since I went to college, I have lived in the previous house myself."

"I only lived here for three years when I was in high school."

Halfway through his words, Terajima Yuki's voice paused, and he looked away and said, "I didn't care."

"Somewhat disappointed with this kind of room?"

After all, it really doesn't look like a girl's room.

"without."

Shiina Iori walked to the training area and said something novel: "It always feels like every boy dreams of training house when he was a child!"

Which boy had never imagined that there was an upscale training room like a secret base when he was a child?

It seems that with such a room, you can turn into a superman who kills bullets and fists to crack the deck.

When Terajima heard this, he glanced at Shishina Iori.

Can such words be considered comfort?

Shiina Iori did not notice Yuki's gaze and stepped forward and gently stroked the arc-shaped dent on the iron doll's body.

"And fortunately, I must have done a lot of hard work during my training back then, right?"

"At first glance, you can tell that this kind of dent is a trace of hard work that can only be left after years of hitting."

When Terajima heard this, his expression was a bit strange.

The voice calmly explained: "No, that was called when I came back last month."

“???”

Shiina Iori turned her head to look at her with a puzzled look.

When he was looking at the memories of luck, because the span was too long, he basically only paid attention to the content related to himself. The others were basically just passing by.

There are many details that are not particularly clear.

Besides, there are people like Newton in textbooks in this world.

How can human bones dent the solid iron man?

Are you a hydraulic press?

Shiina Iori looked at Yuki. Although she felt that she was not like the kind of person who likes to brag, she still couldn't help but say politely: "This kind of thing should not be very good..."

Before Shiina Iori finished speaking, she saw that the toes in the socks under Yuki's feet suddenly buckled, and the seemingly slender calf tense burst out in an instant. The force under her feet rose like a dragon, passing layer by layer along the waist and back.

The next moment, his shoulders and elbows were extremely smoothly pushing the seemingly slender forearm and flew out.

The middle iron puppet abdomen.

"Bang--!"

A nearly overlapping metal tremble sounded in my ears, buzzing the eardrum, making people confused for a while.

When Shiina Iori reacted, she saw that there was an extra dent on the iron man's lower abdomen centered on his fist, which was almost half the depth of the fist, and the surrounding iron blocks also followed the blow and fell into the deep dent on the inside.

After Terajima finished punching, he turned his head to look at him as if he wanted to prove something.

I didn't lie to you.

The girl probably wrote this meaning in her eyes.

Shiina Iori swallowed hard, looking at the iron doll's almost bent back.

Is this what humans can do?

"As long as you have enough training, you can basically do it." As if seeing through Shiina Iori's questions, Terajima Yuki explained in a low voice.

Shiina Iori reached out to her hand, carefully tentatively touched Yuki Terashima's soft and tender little hand.

The right hand that just hit the iron man was slightly red.

But soon returned to his usual fairness.
To be continued...