I play wind instruments in Kansai.

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"so......."

For some reason, Miyamine Nozomi always felt that Kirishima Ruka's words sounded somewhat decadent and envious.

But she quickly regained her composure, picking up a pale pink nightgown with black buttons and a white silk short-sleeved top.

How about this one?

“We can give it a try,” Miyamine Nozomi said.

"Let's buy it first."

"Wait, shouldn't you try it first?"

"Ok?"

Kirishima Ruka was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was being asked to try on the clothes.

The warm light fell on the girl's slightly reddened earlobes, making her already childish cheeks appear even more like a ripe peach.

"Shall I... give it a try?"

“Of course, I assumed you knew,” Miyamune said seriously.

"this......"

Just as Kirishima Ruka was feeling at a loss, the clothes in her hands were suddenly taken by Shiraishi Hitomi, and light swept across her fair and delicate face.

"I come."

"Xiao-Xiao Tong..."

Kirishima Ruka's throat moved slightly as she watched Shiraishi Hitomi walk into the changing room, a complex emotion welling up in her heart for some reason.

Miyamine Wang did not refute, saying that they would just buy a larger size for Liu Mu Yu Deng, and that her hips and breasts were obviously fuller than Shiraishi Hitomi's.

By remembering the details and adding more information, you can buy the right pajamas.

Of course, if it's a slip dress, there aren't so many concerns.

Kirishima Ruka stood awkwardly in place, quietly waiting for Shiraishi Hitomi to come out.

"Shiraishi-kun has been practicing the piccolo very diligently lately," came his clear voice from the side.

"Um......"

Don't you care?

Kirishima Ruka was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer, and just stared blankly at the gaps between the matte tiles.

After a long while, she finally spoke:

"I hope Xiaotong can have more of her own ideas; she values me too much."

Gong Lingwang glanced at her, then chuckled softly:

"But you still let her do what you want to achieve."

"..."

Hearing him say that, Kirishima Ruka's eyelashes trembled gently; how could she not understand the meaning behind it?

"If that's really what you think, you shouldn't have let her join the brass section to play the piccolo."

She suddenly remembered what Tani Hana had once told her—

"As long as you interpret your words in the opposite sense, you won't be wrong."

Despite the air conditioning being ample, cold sweat still broke out on Kirishima Ruka's forehead. By the time she realized what was happening, the words were already escaping her lips:

"Does Gongling really understand her?"

Miyamine Nozomi wore her usual smile, though he could tell that Kirishima Ruka was a little unhappy, but she maintained her elegant demeanor.

"I spent very little time with her, and I have no intention of changing anyone, so don't worry."

"......"

Kirishima Ruka's breath caught in her throat as she felt her palms burning. To dispel the heat, she spread her hands to let more cool air touch her skin.

57. Are Uncle and Aunt really not here today? (6K)

The curtain in the fitting room was lifted very quietly, almost without making a sound.

Hitomi Shiraishi came out wearing a plain white nightgown with black buttons; the fabric looked very thin even to the naked eye.

Under the pajamas, any indentations or bulges were hard to conceal, creating two shallow curves in the chest area.

She really didn't seem to know how to present herself; she just stood there with her hands hanging at her sides, her fingertips peeking out from her slightly overly long sleeves.

Her jet-black hair clung to her cheeks, clearly defined, like embroidered threads on silk.

“A doll…” Miyamune couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

Kirishima Ruka stepped forward and smoothed the wrinkles on her shoulders. Shiraishi Hitomi let her do as she pleased, neither dodging nor yielding.

"It seems a bit too big for Xiaotong..."

She muttered softly and glanced back. Only a faint outline of Shiraishi Hitomi's buttocks could be seen, almost forming a straight line with her legs.

It has absolutely no aesthetic appeal.

Gongling Wang pinched his chin, his gaze lingering on Shiraishi Hitomi's body, and raised his hand in a spinning pose.

Shiraishi Hitomi turned around stiffly, like a doll. There were no ornaments on her wrists, which were as white and clean as a piece of porcelain.

The pajamas were definitely a bit too big for her.

Miyamine Nozomi mentally visualized Yanagi Yuki's figure, which should be just right for her.

"How is it?" Shiraishi Hitomi asked softly.

"Yes, that's great."

Gong Lingwang gave a thumbs up and said...

"A cute girl looks cute in anything she wears."

Hitomi Shiraishi's eyelashes fluttered, and a slight curve appeared at the corner of her lips, like the thin ripples of a spring stream.

"Thank you, is there anything else I want to try?"

"Can we try again?" Gongling Wang raised his eyebrows slightly.

I'm somewhat happy.

"Mm." Shiraishi Hitomi nodded.

"How about that one?"

He was referring to a moon-white slip dress with delicate lace trim. The indoor light shone on the satin, revealing subtle shimmering patterns.

"Hmm..."

Kirishima Ruka didn't know what to do with her hands; she just felt it was a little inappropriate to try on this kind of sundress in front of boys.

"Miyatane, how about we just forget about this set for now... I just don't feel like it's a good fit."

She frankly revealed her thoughts, and Miyamune Nozomi really had no choice, since forcing a girl to obey his wishes was an act that could lead to his death.

"alright."

"It's alright," Shiraishi Hitomi shook her head and said, "This set?"

Kirishima Ruka's face showed a hint of surprise, not expecting Shiraishi Hitomi to agree on her own initiative.

In the past, whenever he made a choice for her, Shiraishi Hitomi would accept it by default and follow his orders.

But this time was different; it was the first time she had overturned her decision.

A feeling that was hard to describe suddenly welled up in Kirishima Ruka's heart. She had always hoped that Hitomi could live according to her own wishes and no longer depend on her.

But now that Shiraishi Hitomi is gradually acting in the direction she wants, Kirishima Ruka is not very happy.

Why is that? Is it really as Gu Hua said, that her own words are the opposite?

"Thank you so much."

Miyamune was completely oblivious to the change in her expression, her mind filled with thoughts of "Shiraishi-kun is such an angel."

Hitomi Shiraishi picked up a slip dress, seemingly because it was easier to put on, and came out of the dressing room not long after.

Thin, transparent shoulder straps hung on her bare, snow-white shoulders, and the girl's collarbone was clearly reflected in Gong Lingwang's eyes, faintly.

The light and smooth texture draped down her body, the neckline was low, but only a small patch of white skin was exposed, and the soft white cleavage was faintly visible.

Her skirt hem just covered her knees, and her posture remained unchanged, with her hands hanging at her sides, her fingertips peeking out from the lace edge of the skirt.

The only incongruous thing was that Hitomi Shiraishi was wearing white lace socks, which looked a bit out of place.

Gongling Wang swallowed hard, slightly raised his chin, and said:

"Could you please turn it around?"

Hitomi Shiraishi obediently turned around, revealing even less fabric on her back, just a large expanse of white, exposing the outline of her shoulder blades, making one want to press close and kiss them tenderly.

Kirishima Ryuka's cheeks flushed slightly. Even though it wasn't her wearing the clothes, she couldn't help blushing because Miyamine Nozomi had looked at her so closely.

She never expected that Xiaotong would be so bold in front of a boy.

"It's so beautiful."

Gongling Wang raised his hand and clapped gently, saying...

"You should keep this set, Shiraishi. How about this, I'll buy a few sets for you as a thank you."

Shiraishi Hitomi stared blankly at him with her empty eyes, her smile spreading like ripples on water, her eyes sparkling.

"No, this is not allowed."

Kirishima Ruka immediately shook her head and said...

"This is too much trouble. We came with you not because we wanted you to buy things for us."

"Hmm..."

Upon hearing her words, the light in Shiraishi Hitomi's eyes dimmed inch by inch, returning to its original emptiness, and her face reverted to that exquisite, expressionless mask.

"It's okay, and Shiraishi looks really good in it."

Miyamine Nozomi's smile was relaxed.

"What's more, it's more hurtful to be directly rejected than to give a meaningless gift like this."

"But like this—"

Kirishima Ruka felt this was wrong, since she was buying pajamas for Yanagi Yuuka, but in the end she ended up giving the two of them several sets as a gift.

Shiraishi Hitomi pursed her lips, pinched the hem of her lace skirt with her fingers, and said:

"I want."

“Uh…” Kirishima Ruka paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on Shiraishi Hitomi.

"Is this set, or the previous one, okay?"

“Of course, whatever you like,” said Gongling Wang.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"I'll take good care of your instrument. You can come over when you have time."

"Actually, I have a lot of experience in maintaining musical instruments," said Miyamune Nozomi.

A smile filled Shiraishi Hitomi's lips as she said:

"I know, but it would be better if you came over."

"Hitomi, no, we can't accept it." By the time Kirishima Ruka realized what was happening, the words in her mind had already come out of her mouth.