Slowly, little by little, he let go of his hand.
Fujiwara Reya didn't dare linger any longer; he turned and fled.
Behind him, Kasahara Fumi panted heavily, covering her clothes with her hands, squatting down slowly in embarrassment.
"Hey, Fumi..." Natsuki Kuri squatted down with a smile and said something to her, making her already blushing face turn even redder and hotter.
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Slipping out of the fitting room, Fujiwara Reya's heart was pounding.
His forehead and back were soaked with sweat, and he was feeling a bit panicked, not daring to stay there. He was thinking about how to retaliate against Natsuki Kuri for this despicable act as he dashed towards the door.
Just a few meters from the door, he came to a screeching halt!
He turned around and walked towards the waiting area, grabbing the Brown Bear costume and putting it on his head.
"I think I just saw Mr. Fujiwara."
"You must have seen wrong; this is a women's lingerie store. How could he be here?"
