"You said those black stockings are yours?"
"..."
"You have this kind of habit too?"
"..." Fujiwara Reya's face felt a bit warm.
"I don't mind, but if a stranger saw you like this, they might think you're a pervert. Be careful, okay!" Hoshimi Rinko smiled elegantly, walked to the bed, bent down to pick up those black stockings, and turned back to ask, "You're not a pervert, are you?"
"I guess not..." Fujiwara Reya scratched his head.
Hoshimi Rinko inserted her hands into the pockets of her short skirt, looked around with amusement, "Hey, hey, that woman over there, listen up, the stockings are still warm, so you definitely haven't gone far. No need to watch us with wide eyes, come out, let's have a good talk?"
"There's no one here..." Fujiwara Reya felt a bit nervous, quickly retrieving some black tea from the box she brought and made tea with a cup on the table.
Hoshimi Rinko sat down at a small table, biting her lip as she gazed at the table, "Are the stockings Fukaeri's?"
