Nana Ming is also under special attack today

Nanami-san was looking down at me, I don't know when.

I looked at Mr. again for a few seconds, and turned my head away a little stiffly.

He must have noticed that I was peeping at him, so he blamed me silently with his eyes!

And how can I read emotions from people's eyes? I must have added adjectives based on Mr. Nanami's past image without authorization.

Such as gentleness, such as gentleness, and gentleness.

What is Mr. Qihai thinking now, will he feel offended?

I felt uncomfortable thinking about it, and looked up at Mr. Nanami again.

...and then saw him still silently condemning me.

I laughed and turned my head away immediately, and heard Mr. Nanami beside me say, "Miss Takishima, what's the matter?"

I asked in response: "Mr. Qihai is, what's the matter?"

"..."

No no no actually I don't want to say that, idiot.

Fortunately, Mr. Qihai did not answer, but took a breath and asked, "It's nothing, anyway, let's go to the store."

"it is good."

The temperature of Mr. Qihai is so close, his steps are very small, and he waits patiently for me. I follow him slowly in the rain. The dessert shop is not far away, but I suddenly want it to move to the next street immediately, or A little further away.

The raindrops are ticking, it sounds really nice, and the footsteps sound very regular, like some kind of comfortable drumbeat.

Mr. Qihai also walked very slowly, is he waiting for me?Or do you just want to hear the sound of rain?

The gas that came out turned into a hazy white mist, but I couldn't feel the coldness that matched it, and I even wanted to pull my hand out of my pocket.

Unexpectedly, the hand encountered an obstacle on the way down, and the back of the hand seemed to draw the back of another person's hand downward, and finally touched his fingertips.

Another person...Mr. Nanami.

Shocked, I quickly retracted my hand, saw that the store door was not far away, and rushed out from under the umbrella, ran two steps in the rain and rushed to the eaves of the dessert shop on my own, smiling to cover up my embarrassment: "I'll open the door right away."

As I said that, I quickly took out the key, poked the keyhole several times but failed to get it in, and felt even more embarrassed: "Don't worry, Mr. Qihai, I can open this door right away...Look, it's open!"

With a click, I breathed a sigh of relief and showed Mr. Nanami.

"Don't worry, it should be Ms. Takishima." Mr. Nanami said helplessly.

He walked to me slowly, put away the umbrella and shook the water, opened the door for me very gentlemanly when I entered, and held my arm in time when the soles of my shoes slipped.

I fumbled for the light switch on the wall, stood up straight with his hand, and sighed, "Mr. Qihai is really strong."

"I've been exercising for the time being," Mr. Qihai said.

"Huh?" I finally pulled the switch, and turned around curiously when I heard the words, "Kendo or something?"

"Why do you think it's the way of the sword?"

"I feel that Mr. has a temperament of learning kendo." I turned my head back again, swiped and pulled the light, "and it is very imposing."

"Unfortunately, I guessed wrong."

I turned around and saw my husband spread his hands to me, and said with a trace of nostalgia: "Should it be more of a hand-to-hand combat? But it will also use a knife in a broad sense."

"Pfft, a knife in a broad sense, is it a kitchen knife?" I joked with Mr. Qihai in a good mood, "I can do that too."

Occasionally, some elves with strange looks and smells that don't look like good people come to me, and I will indeed use a kitchen knife to clean them up.

Mr. Qihai laughed, and I noticed a spot of water on his chest, I slapped my head and remembered something important: "Guang Gu talked to you, Mr. Qihai, come upstairs with me, I will help you find a towel, you put Let your coat dry before you go."

"Does Ms. Takishima live upstairs?" Mr. Nanami obediently followed me.

"Yes, the stairs are relatively narrow, and there are paintings hanging on the side, please..."

My steps froze.

There are paintings on the stairs.

There is a painting by Nanami-san.

"STO-P!"

I slammed on the spot and grabbed Mr. Qihai's arm, shouting "Mr. Qihai, stand where you are and don't move" and rushed into the stairwell. I was in a hurry to pick up the painting, and worried that the water in my hand would spoil the picture. After smearing it randomly, I finally pinched the two corners and turned it to face the wall.

"Miss Takishima? Do you need any help?" Mr. Nanami asked outside.

"Haha, it's all right, nothing at all." I put on a smile to face the guests and opened the door curtain, "Mr. Nanami, please come."

When Mr. Qihai passed by his own portrait, the clip rope was still shaking in the air. I stood at the corner of the middle floor and stared at Mr. nervously. Fortunately, his gaze was always on the painting of the seaside. When he walked beside me, Complimented me: "Ms. Takishima's paintings have a very leisurely style."

—Of course, I took it as a compliment in my own selfishness.

"Maybe it's because it's easy to paint." I looked at a series of landscape paintings on the wall and explained to Mr. Qihai, "I thought that one day I would go to these places, and it would be difficult to have thoughts other than happiness. "

Perhaps Mr. Qihai will feel much more comfortable when he goes to these places, after all, he is a person who will be happy just because he sees landscape paintings.

This idea involuntarily jumped into my mind.

Mr. Nanami consciously stopped at the entrance on the second floor. I was worried that he would be uncomfortable in wet clothes, so I insisted on taking his coat first. Mr. Nanami showed the strong and stern attitude just now in the rain, like reprimanding a kindergarten The child said to me like this: "No matter how you look at it, Ms. Takishima needs to change her clothes as soon as possible."

I had no choice but to take a step back: "Then I will take off my coat, and my husband will also take off, so that I can hang it up to dry together."

"Wait--"

Before he could finish speaking, I quickly took off my denim jacket, put it on my arm and looked at Mr. Nanami.

Mr. Qihai turned his head away, as if squeezing each word out of his mouth: "I understand, I understand."

There was a flash of whiteness in front of my eyes, and he quickly turned the side of his coat to me and walked towards me quickly.

He stood still in front of me, walked around my body with one hand, put the coat on my shoulders, and pulled the collar forward with both hands.

I was wrapped in a much larger suit jacket, and only after I realized that the shirt was wet against my body, the coldness rolled up layer by layer, and was quickly suppressed by the warm jacket .

"Go get a towel and wipe it off, Miss Takishima."

Sighing, Mr. Nanami bent his knees and lowered his body slightly, adjusted the position of the suit, and fastened the second button for me.

I looked down at the top of his hair, and I could vaguely see a pair of big hands. As he raised his head, my vision quickly passed over his forehead, eyebrows, and then stayed in his eyes.

Mr. Nanami kept his eyes level with me and let go of his hands, looking at me seriously: "My suit isn't very wet, it's better for Ms. Takishima to wear it to find a towel."

"Otherwise you'll catch a cold." His breath hit my face.

Except for the cuffs and chest of the suit, there is really no other wet spots - from this point of view, it seems that the husband has not been drenched in the rain for a long time, and the water stains are only imprinted on him because I have jumped on him.

and.

……too close.

I clutched my cuffs and took a step back, then a second.

"Please, please wait for me..." I lowered my voice and turned to the bathroom.

——Put on Mr. Nanami's suit and ran to the bathroom.

Anyway, you can't use your own towel, Takishima Tsuki, find a new towel for Nanami-san within ten seconds! !