The Coercion of Scum

The first foot was put on high heels, and I guided the second foot into the shoes as usual.

"Try to see if you can walk."

"Ok……"

Because the heels were a little high, Sydney shook her body unsteadily after she stood up. Fortunately, I even supported her.

"Thank you senior."

"it does not matter."

I comforted her, and at the same time, I was surprised to find that it seemed that because of the contact she had just made, her blush was okay, just like a cooked crayfish.

"Your face is red."

I said jokingly.

But Sydney was pouting, almost steaming out of the body.

"Uuuuu, senior, you really are bullying people! Obviously everyone wants to pretend to be okay, straight guy!"

"What's the matter with straight men?"

"Hmph, I won't talk anymore."

She lowered her head and muttered embarrassingly, and then some fawns admired her feet randomly.

Because of the high-heeled shoes, the exposed smooth and clean instep and the calf formed a smooth and perfect line, giving people a beautiful feeling, and she took a few steps, and she was as beautiful as a slim princess.

Not bad.

I secretly admired in my heart.

This guy is indeed a bit charming, but it is a pity that his self-confidence is a little bit worse, otherwise he also has the potential to be a fanatic.

"Does it look good senior?"

She blushed and asked me at this moment, of course I nodded subconsciously.

"So fast, super beautiful."

"Then I will buy it too."

She smiled and sat back on the sofa to take off her shoes.

"Do you need my help?"

"No, it smells bad."

"I can't smell it."

"It will taste after a long time."

"How can a beautiful girl have smelly feet."

"Senior, you are bullying!"

···

After that, we went to a famous Sichuan restaurant nearby for lunch again.

"Ah, it's so spicy!"

Sydney, who was sitting across from me, brought Mapo tofu into her mouth, while she couldn't stop fanning her mouth.

"You have become a sausage mouth."

"Hate, I know, senior, don't remind me in particular."

"Eat your lip gloss, too."

"Oops! The taste was covered up by tofu and I forgot!"

What a fool.

However, this straightforward and fiery feeling is very similar to the atmosphere of the Sichuan restaurant where we are located.

I took a piece of chicken and delivered it to my mouth, and I spoke to Sydney.

"So, what was your original plan?"

"Eh? Didn't the senior have read the novel I wrote?"

"Oops, I seem to have forgotten."

"Really, it's rare that people have given you first-hand information."

She seemed to puff up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, but she said patiently.

"The protagonist and heroine met in the morning when they bumped into each other, and the relationship quickly heated up, and finally reached the point where it would not work without each other. This is where the manuscript I gave you wrote, and then they will meet each other on a date, and then that. Today I It's just for collecting materials."

"Oh. Which date?"

"That's it."

"Which?"

"That's it. That is, both men and women can do it. It's beautiful and dreamy..."

Her face suddenly reddened again, and she hesitated to describe me in vague vocabulary.

Combined with the context, I immediately understood it.

That's it, step up the adult ladder.

Although I have stepped onto this level of ladder, for Sydney, this is still uncharted territory.

Out of instinctive curiosity, I asked her.

"How are you going to draw on that material? Isn't it about looking for an uncle to aid in dating, right?"

"Senior, what are you talking nonsense!!!"

She protested fiercely, her voice trembling.

Then she turned her head away and said angrily and shyly.

"In fact, I booked a love hotel online to see the so-called romantic atmosphere."