"Are you saying those black stockings are yours?"
"..."
"You have that kind of habit?"
"..." Fujiwara Reya's face flushed a bit.
"I don't mind, but if a stranger saw you like this, they'd probably think you're a pervert. Be careful, okay?" Hoshimi Rinko smiled elegantly, walked over to the bed, bent down to pick up the black stockings, and asked over her shoulder, "You're not a pervert, right?"
"I don't think so..." Fujiwara Reya scratched his head.
Hoshimi Rinko, with her hands in the pockets of her short skirt, looked around as if amused, "Hey, hey, you woman in there, listen up. The stockings are still warm, so you definitely haven't gone far. No need to widen your eyes and relentlessly spy here, why not come out for a chat?"
"There's no one here..." Fujiwara Reya felt a bit guilty, hastily looking through the box she had brought for some tea, and brewed it on the table.
