Zongman: Beginning and Snow under the Rain Escape from Raccoon City

Ayaka Kamisato nodded.

She watched the barista's latte art intently. When she received the paper cup, she instinctively blew on the rim, then fanned herself lightly with a fan before taking a small sip.

The bitterness kicked in, and she wrinkled her nose, but still nodded: "It tastes like tea without honey. It's drinkable."

"You can add syrup."

Ye Hai said.

"Not today."

Ayaka Kamisato straightened the cup sleeve.

Today she wants to try something new from the new world.

Even if it wasn't quite to her liking.

A long, winding line of people had formed at the takoyaki stand.

The iron plate sizzled as the ball was flipped over with ease.

Ayaka Kamisato stood by and watched for a while, then whispered, "The rhythm of flipping the cards is very steady."

"The most important thing is that it tastes good."

Ye Hai took the hot box and handed it to her, saying, "It's hot, take it easy."

Ayaka Kamisato was about to exhale, but then stopped herself and fanned herself instead.

My eyes lit up after the first bite.

Seeing her nod and thank him, the stall owner smiled and said to Ye Hai, "Young man, you're very lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend."

Ayaka Kamisato paused, turned to look at Ye Hai, and lowered her voice: "'Girlfriend'... what does that mean?"

Ye Hai paused for a moment, then quickly explained, "It's probably someone who isn't engaged yet, but treats each other like a couple."

Ayaka Kamisato paused for a moment, her ears turning slightly red, and repeated, "We're not engaged yet... but we treat each other as lovers."

She paused slightly, then asked again, "So, do we count now?"

Ye Hai looked at her.

Her gaze was direct, as if she were willing to lay her heart out to him even on the street.

A breeze blew by, and the little blue hair accessory swayed gently.

Ye Hai nodded: "Of course."

Ayaka Kamisato tightened her knuckles slightly, then let out a soft "hmm."

She didn't say anything more, just fanned the second takoyaki to cool it down, and took a small bite.

The two continued walking, carrying their small bags.

A row of floor-to-ceiling windows in front of the store neatly frames the street view, and the mannequins inside are dressed in preppy outfits.

Ayaka Kamisato paused in front of the glass and looked down at herself—it was Yukino Yukinoshita's white shirt and skirt, the size was barely right, the collar was a bit stiff, the sleeves were too short, and the waistline was not quite right.

The button on my chest sometimes snaps, and I have to subconsciously hold it down while walking.

"Shall we go in and take a look?" Ye Hai asked.

"it is good."

Ayaka Kamisato nodded.

The shop assistant came over and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Ye Hai chose two preppy everyday outfits: one with a white shirt, a plaid pleated skirt, and a short jacket, and the other with a shirt dress and a thin knit cardigan.

The inner lining is also a simple style, with adjustable shoulder straps and two rows of buckles at the back.

"Try this one first."

Ye Hai handed her the clothes.

Ayaka Kamisato carried the clothes into the fitting room, and the curtain fell.

The curtain fell, and the noise outside became much quieter, filtered through the fabric.

Ayaka Kamisato, carrying the stack of clothes, first took off the shirt and skirt that Yukino Yukinoshita had lent her, folded them, and placed them aside. The new white shirt and pleated skirt were softer than she had expected and fit her body very well.

However, when she tried to button up the unfamiliar undershirt, her fingers groped around behind her back several times but couldn't find the right spot.

"really……"

She murmured to herself, wondering how to wear the underwear she had just seen.

Inazuma's kimono and corset were all fastened or tied in the front, so why would there be such a delicate clasp hidden in the back? She tried to turn around to look in the mirror, but the shoulder straps were already hanging on her body, and when she stretched out her arms slightly, all she could see in the mirror was a blurry white edge.

--what to do.

Ayaka Kamisato hesitated for a moment, then reached out and parted a narrow gap, calling softly:

"Ye Hai... I don't know how."

"Should I go call a clerk?"

Ye Hai said that the women's clothing store is naturally staffed with female employees, and they will definitely...

Ayaka Kamisato bit her lip, shook her head, then realized he couldn't see her, so she added in a low voice:

"Only you."

As soon as the words left my mouth, my ears started to burn.

The curtain was gently pulled open a crack from the outside, and then closed again.

Ayaka Kamisato stood with her back to the mirror, her bra strap draped over her arm, and her long hair swept to one side.

"The button is here."

She put her hand behind her back, tapped it lightly with her fingertips, and then quickly withdrew it, as if she dared not linger.

"do not move."

Ye Hai's fingers landed on his back, sliding down the shoulder strap.

In that instant, she felt a slight coolness run down her spine, and the areas of her skin that were touched immediately became hot.

Her breath caught in her throat, and her legs instinctively pressed together.

The metal buckle clicked shut.

The movement was very light, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet space.

Ye Hai's fingertips lingered for a moment on the smooth skin of her back as he straightened the bra strap that had twisted to one side.

Chapter 176 Ayaka Kamisato in the Changing Room

The same white lamp still shone brightly through the curtain.

Ayaka Kamisato stood in front of the mirror, her shoulder straps pressed against her skin, and the freshly fastened pure white bra neatly accentuated her figure.

She was about to grab her shirt when a hand suddenly supported her waist.

My palms are warm and steady.

Ye Hai didn't speak, but instead pulled his arms around her from behind, encircling her in his embrace. He rested his chin on her bare shoulder, and his breath fell on her neck.

"...Ye Hai."

She called his name softly.

Ayaka Kamisato did not break free.

She simply parted her long hair to one side a little more, making her shoulders appear even whiter and her collarbone more clearly visible under the light.

My chest rose and fell with my breath, and the shoulder straps moved slightly before quietly settling back into place.

Ye Hai moved his hand from her waist to her ribs, his knuckles probing into the crevice.

Very soft and fragrant.

In the mirror, the two people's shadows were pressed tightly together.

His arms accentuated her waistline, making her chest rise and fall rhythmically beneath the fabric.

"Won't it be...too tight?"

He asked in his ear.

"will not."

Ayaka Kamisato nodded, her ears turning bright red.

She did not refuse.

Ye Hai moved closer, his nose brushing against her hair, and placed a very light kiss on the side of her neck.

It was a brief moment, but it brought Ayaka Kamisato's back even closer to his chest.

Her voice was so low it was almost inaudible: "Only you can."

Ye Hai's hand didn't go any further down; it stopped at her lower abdomen, his palm rising and falling with her breath.

It's not appropriate to continue things in this place.

"Let me help you get dressed."

Ye Hai said softly.

Ayaka Kamisato nodded.

She handed him the shirt and slightly raised her arm.

The fabric was still a little cool when it fell on her shoulders, and she tilted her neck forward slightly to make it easier for him to straighten the back of her collar.

Ye Hai smoothed out her clothes from behind, the hem fitting snugly at her waist, his fingertips gliding over it, sending a tingling sensation through her.

"Front."

he reminded.

Ayaka Kamisato pulled her shirt up to her chest.

The first button was below her collarbone. Ye Hai didn't go around to her front; he simply reached over her shoulder and searched for the buttonhole through the fabric.

The knuckles pressed against the fabric, and the instant the button was fastened, the shirt twitched slightly, the curve of the chest was contained beneath the fabric, but the rise and fall remained.

The second and third shots were taken very slowly.

Ayaka Kamisato's breathing became lighter, and her eyelashes drooped down.

"Just say so if it gets urgent."

Ye Haidao.

"...Not tight."

Ayaka Kamisato's voice was very soft.

She tucked the hem into her waistband and turned to face the mirror to smooth out the wrinkles.

Ye Hai stood behind her, straightened her collar, stepped back half a step, and then handed the bow to her fingertips.

Ayaka Kamisato raised her hand to tie a knot, her fingertips still warm. The first knot was a little off, but the second one was neat.

She stared at the black spot in the mirror and pressed it carefully until it was symmetrical.

"Put on your coat too."

Ye Hai said.

Ayaka Kamisato draped her coat over her shoulders, the cuffs brushing against her arms, leaving a soft rustling sound.

Ye Hai straightened the back of her dress, his palm pausing for a moment at her waist.

"Okay."