Something's wrong, they're not NPCs?

"Plato, why do you want to press that card here?"

"This is a ticket sensor. It's like someone is checking whether you paid for the ride."

"..."

I cheered myself up.

Observe Plato's every word, every action, and keep it in mind.

"that……"

"The subway is blocked. Will there be no way to get off? I saw the door close after people got in and it won't open until they get to their destination."

"Well, that's about it."

"I...I will learn to take the subway by myself. Then you can continue with your work, and I can come back by myself."

"Take your time. I'll watch tomorrow and you can operate it."

"it is good."

Return to the hotel.

The rain has slowed down, but my shoes still got wet, and I accidentally stepped into a puddle just now.

There are water marks all over the ground where you step on it.

I have no other shoes.

Neither did Plato.

"It's okay, just use a hair dryer. The one for hair dryers."

"The other pair of shoes is really not enough. I will buy you a pair tomorrow."

"What about you?"

"One pair is enough for me for now."

"..."

I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to refute it.

I have never experienced a life with only one pair of shoes. I always go out every day and look through the wardrobe and window to choose what to match for the day.

I found out that the room had been changed.

Replaced with a better one. Cleaner than before, no musty smell.

I want to say Plato is a waste of money.

But I also knew very well that he changed it on purpose because he knew I didn’t sleep well yesterday.

I don't know how to express how I feel right now.

I could only take a shower in silence. But I was so upset yesterday that I didn’t remember what Plato taught me about how to use something that releases water…

"Just turn it this way."

"..."

That thing is called a showerhead.

Slipping out of the water like rain is a product that did not exist in my era.

The rain soaked one section of Plato's trouser legs, and his shoes were even wetter than mine.

"Whoosh-"

He helped me blow my shoes without my permission.

"Plato!"

"?"

"Come in!"

"what?"

"You, you should take a shower first too!"

I wouldn't have said that on my own initiative.

But I just hate it this way.

I was taking a bath, a nice hot bath, and he was outside.

I don’t care whether there is a reward or not.

How do you say it?

I think I have a pretty sensitive nose.

After taking a shower, even though my body smelled of the so-called shower gel and shampoo, once I approached the bed, I still smelled a hint of something unusual.

under the bed.

There was a big backpack and a piece of clothing made of strange material.

"cough."

"I asked my friend in Snow Country to deliver this to me."

"Express delivery means being able to deliver things from far away."

Postman?

I didn’t understand what this era was like, and I still don’t know much about it.

But I still don't understand what this kind of tight and elastic clothes that show a lot of skin drums mean.

"You paid for this?"

"No, maybe a friend sent me something and accidentally put it in the wrong place."

"..."

Why be so cautious?

"You, do you want to see me wearing it?"

"..."

"The new room isn't that dirty, as I said yesterday. I was planning to reward you anyway, so... I can wear it for you to see."

And so small.

Did Plato really like the sign of the drum being strangled?

Too tight.

"Actually, this kind of clothes shouldn't be worn inside."

"?"

I subconsciously wanted to call you a pervert.

But he didn't say it out loud.

is it?

It's so tight because I wore it wrong...

"I, I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me!"

Although my body had long been seen and eaten by Plato.

But I feel ashamed when he keeps looking at me with that kind of direct gaze. It would be better if there were no lights.

No guilt.

The chest was even more strange, I kept rubbing it. The outside of the fabric was smooth, and there was another layer of fabric inside.

It was even colder between my legs.

In front of the mirror...

Such obscene clothes!

I hesitated for a moment, but still went out.

Barefoot in slippers, past.

It’s not that I hate Plato’s lustful eyes, I just... hate that he keeps staring at one place on me.

So shameful.

"Whatever you want to do... do it yourself."

I put my hands on my hips and bluffed.

"Aren't you tired today?"

"?"

tired.

But he endured it yesterday.

"Go to bed early. It's actually quite good to just watch it like this."

what?

The lights are turned off just like that?

Just lie there, curl up, and sleep?

I am tired.

But I'm not so bad that I can't get the reward once or twice, or even two or three times.

"Did you forget? I haven't had dinner yet."

"Xue'er?"

I don't care.

I'll be a little nicer to him.

I have heard a lot of this from my peers, and I have also overheard a lot of it.

Make him feel comfortable.

Just hold it with both hands at the same time, not symmetrically, saying that this will stimulate the nerves or something.

Your mouth will feel sour, but that’s okay.

As long as he's comfortable, it's fine. When I wake up tomorrow, everything will be back to normal. It doesn't matter.

I don't want to be taken care of unilaterally.

What else did they say?

Huh?

Kiss?

"So, Xue'er is hungry?"

"..."

Started to wander.

But Plato was only just getting started.

Just lie down now?

Actually...are you feeling uncomfortable?

I lowered my voice and huddled under the covers.

"Plato..."

"Are you not feeling well at all?"

No.

He said it felt good.