Chapter 273

"Do you still want to look?"

Kitakami Yoru had long wanted to close the shop and go home.

"You seem very knowledgeable. This is..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha did not answer, staring curiously at the physically exhausted Kitakami Yoru as she asked.

"This is my family's flower shop. It's about time to close. There's still... until closing time."

Kitakami Yoru took out his phone and gestured that it would be five minutes.

"This customer, what do you need?"

His mother, Kitakami Megumi, finally finished her work. Worried about Kitakami Yoru's business skills, she came over to check.

He finished this last transaction.

"So beautiful!"

When the two women in the shop met, the first thing they felt upon seeing each other was exactly that.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was a top-tier beauty; although there were many at Xiuzhiyuan, they were rare to find outside.

Kitakami Yoru's mother, Kitakami Megumi, was not young, but she possessed a mature beauty that did not lose to Kasumigaoka Utaha's.

"This customer, are you also a student at Xiuzhiyuan?"

Kitakami Megumi spoke up immediately, noticing the uniform Kasumigaoka Utaha was wearing.

"Yes."

Kasumigaoka Utaha also found a common point in the appearances of the mother and son standing together.

Kitakami Yoru's eyes were perfectly inherited from Kitakami Megumi; they were incredibly good-looking.

"This senior, have you decided?"

Kitakami Yoru spoke in a stiff tone.

He sneered inwardly: "Mom, oh Mom, the person in front of you almost killed your precious son!"

"If this were a short while ago, if you knew, you'd probably want to kill her!"

"I've already decided. I want them now, right now!"

"Can you deliver them to my home?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded gently, a strange expression flashing in her eyes.

"Of course, I can deliver them to your home immediately right now."

"It's a standard service of the flower shop, but if the distance exceeds two kilometers, a certain fee is required."

Seeing that Kitakami Yoru and the beautiful girl in front of him didn't know each other, Kitakami Megumi didn't show much enthusiasm.

"No need. I live nearby. You two can just carry the flowers and follow me."

"I'm going home now, and I plan to take a bath directly. I don't want to mess with flower pots and flowers later."

Kasumigaoka Utaha said lightly, making it very clear, her gaze sweeping over Kitakami Yoru as if she were looking at nothing.

"I'll take these four pots; it's just right to carry them all at once."

Pointing her finger at the yellow flowers, Kasumigaoka Utaha took out her exquisite little coin purse and looked at the tag.

She took out the money and placed it gently on the flower rack next to them.

"You're closing the shop, right? Just take them and go. I won't continue to disturb you."

After finishing, Kasumigaoka Utaha left a sentence behind, picked up her school bag, and turned to leave.

"On purpose..."

Kitakami Yoru stepped forward, wrapped his arms around the pots, and picked up two of them.

Kasumigaoka Utaha had seen that he was very tired and proposed the delivery just to mess with him.

Fearing he would refuse the order, she slipped away faster than a rabbit.

"Sorry for the trouble."

Kitakami Megumi didn't notice anything unusual.

It was completely a reasonable transaction.

It was just delivering flowers to a home, just walking a few steps.

With four pots of flowers in total, Kitakami Yoru gritted his teeth and observed the situation ahead through the gaps.

He chased after her, following closely behind Kasumigaoka Utaha.

"Where do you live?"

Kitakami Yoru's arms were slightly sore, and he was panting heavily.

He had already been busy for an hour straight and hadn't even rested for five minutes after sitting down.

"Why? Want to know where I live?"

"Didn't I tell you earlier that my parents aren't home?"

"Or are you saying that you'd be very excited if you knew where I lived?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled with a dark heart, her tone carrying a faint sense of triumph.

She seemed to think that being able to disgust Kitakami Yoru like this was very satisfying.

"I have no interest in you."

Kitakami Yoru rolled his eyes in annoyance and added sarcastically: "You told Senior Ziyuan in private that I'm very good-looking?"

"You?"

"How strange? She told..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her head abruptly and glared at Kitakami Yoru.

"Yeah."

Kitakami Yoru nodded.

"That was her taking things out of context. What I told her was that some people look good on the outside, but are dead perverts on the inside!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha's beautiful eyes were filled with a cold sneer.

"Heh, whatever you say."

Kitakami Yoru's arms were swelling; he really wanted to rest...

"Whatever I say?"

"Heh..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha laughed mockingly in her heart, crossed her arms, and pressed them against her ample chest.

Under Kitakami Yoru's puzzled gaze, she slowly stepped out with her right foot, her small black leather shoe lightly tapping the floor, making a clacking sound.

"What are you doing?"

This sentence flashed through Kitakami Yoru's mind, but he hadn't said it out loud yet.

"How about I let you lick my feet?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha said lightly, her expression and eyes full of disgust and loathing!

9: There are many people outside, I spoke too loudly.

"Kasumigaoka Utaha?"

"Don't you think your way of taking revenge on me is very clumsy?"

Hearing this, Kitakami Yoru couldn't help but look at the beautiful girl's small shoes before raising his head to speak.

It was truly ridiculous.

"Forget it if you don't want to lick..."

Kasumigaoka Utaha gave a light hum and furrowed her willow brows.

That's right, the purpose of her saying that was simply to disgust and take revenge on Kitakami Yoru.

To make Kitakami Yoru get excited for nothing, and ideally make him lose face, but the certain foot-fetishist didn't fall for it?

Let alone letting Kitakami Yoru lick her feet, Kasumigaoka Utaha didn't even want a single strand of her hair to come into contact with him!

But it wasn't absolute.

Perhaps if she were in a better mood, and Kitakami Yoru knelt on the ground, learned to bark like a dog, and begged her humbly, she might use her shoe sole to step on his face and curse him a few times while she was at it.

"Then let's go quickly."

Kitakami Yoru let out a helpless sigh.

So tired...

"Follow me."