Chapter 408

Hearing Fujiwara Chika's tone, Kitakami Yoru looked over curiously.

"If you want it and can't afford it, I can buy it and give it to you."

Holding her small hand, Fujiwara Chika leaned into Kitakami Yoru's ear and whispered.

There were customers in the store.

She was embarrassed to say it directly.

"That's not necessary; is Chika a little rich woman?"

Kitakami Yoru asked casually and refused to eat soft rice.

Of course, he was very happy to eat abalone or something.

"No."

Fujiwara Chika answered with a smile; the camellia perfume she sprayed specifically when going out drifted into Kitakami Yoru's nasal cavity.

"The smell of perfume; did you spray perfume specifically when you went out, Chika?"

Kitakami Yoru directly abandoned the desire to shop and looked at the pink-haired girl beside him.

Her hair seemed to have been done too...

"Does it smell good?"

Smiling and showing a mouthful of snow-white teeth, Fujiwara Chika took a step back and turned around elegantly.

She wanted Kitakami Yoru to take a good look at her.

"It smells good; Chika is kawaii."

Kitakami Yoru nodded and smiled dotingly.

The two of them were out on a date to walk around; shopping was just incidental, and maybe they wouldn't buy anything at all.

"Heh-hum..."

Fujiwara Chika stopped and turned her head quickly to look at the customers and clerks around her.

Seeing that neither the clerks nor the passersby were paying attention here, she breathed a sigh of relief and accepted Kitakami Yoru's praise.

"It seems Chika is very happy that I praised her like this; sure enough, it won't be wrong."

"Looks like she is also very shy and thinks there are too many people?"

Sweeping a glance at the coat casually, Kitakami Yoru secretly began to calculate Fujiwara Chika in his heart.

Bad thoughts gradually born, Kitakami Yoru pulled Fujiwara Chika's hand and walked outside.

"Chika, did you do your hair today too?"

"How did you do it?"

Just like a normal chat between lovers, Kitakami Yoru asked casually.

"You could even tell that; I used an electric curling iron to curl it myself."

Fujiwara Chika smiled happily.

"Let's walk around some more; I'm not familiar with the area, and I don't know what's good to eat."

Kitakami Yoru replied.

"I'm here in Harajuku for the first time."

Fujiwara Chika said.

"Eh? Really?"

Before, Kitakami Yoru was a disgusting dead fat otaku, and he definitely didn't have the courage to come to a trend holy land like Harajuku once.

Even if he could stay home, he wouldn't go out.

"Why would I lie to you?"

"I'm also very busy on weekends, okay? The requirements for me at home are very high."

Fujiwara Chika boldly hugged Kitakami Yoru's arm.

Kitakami Yoru looked at her with a smile.

She shyly lowered her head and leaned on Kitakami Yoru's shoulder.

"Then Chika, can you dance?"

Dotingly touching Fujiwara Chika's pink hair, Kitakami Yoru turned a corner and arrived at the famous Takeshita Street.

Weekend.

A small alley, crowded with people.

"Yi."

Making a sound of disgust, Kitakami Yoru hurriedly pulled Fujiwara Chika away.

"Yes, I can dance ballet and Latin, a little bit."

Fujiwara Chika was more proficient in vocal music and languages.

Her mother was a diplomat, so she could use multiple languages to call...

Ah... pfft...

She could speak multiple languages.

"The ligaments shouldn't be bad either, right?"

Kitakami Yoru thought secretly, touched Fujiwara Chika's hair, and sighed with a smile: "Chika, you are really excellent and cute."

How could such an excellent and noble girl like you?

Hehe?

"What's wrong with you?"

Fujiwara Chika straightened her head and looked up at Kitakami Yoru.

"Feels..."

"A bit unreal..."

"Me being with you, Chika."

Kitakami Yoru hesitated and said his most real thoughts to Fujiwara Chika.

"I'm not with you; don't talk nonsense."

"Bad Kitakami-san, you just know how to fool girls!"

Fujiwara Chika puffed her cheeks cutely and gently clenched her small fists to hammer Kitakami Yoru's chest.

Flirting all the way, chatting casually.

They got along very comfortably.

On the edge of Harajuku, in the corner of a relatively remote alley.

There was an accessory shop with classical decoration, or rather, a Showa-era feeling.

Kitakami Yoru walked and walked, looked inside, hesitated, and pulled Fujiwara Chika to change direction.

At the entrance, there was a blackboard, written "Unmanned Accessory Shop."

"No one?"

Fujiwara Chika felt a bit novel and pointed to the blackboard to signal to Kitakami Yoru.

"I saw it; no one is bothering us, let's look around."

Kitakami Yoru pulled Fujiwara Chika inside.

The shelves were arranged neatly, and price tags were carefully attached.

Sweeping a glance, half belonged to mechanical crafts, and half should be semi-manually made.

The price could be said to be quite expensive.

Basically, everything started at three or four thousand yen.

Buying a small accessory.

"This agate bracelet."

Fujiwara Chika's curious eyes flashed; she let go of Kitakami Yoru and went over to pick it up and check it.

Several cameras were arranged in the corner.

Shooting in all directions, without dead ends.

Thieves were everywhere.

"Chika definitely doesn't lack other things; buying some small accessories is suitable to give to her."

"If it really doesn't work, sending myself to her as a dog is also fine."

Kitakami Yoru laughed evilly. ===== CHAPTER 409 =====