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“No need for custom-made ones, just buy one that fits.” Kitahara Hakuba said.
At least he knew the price of a custom-made suit.
The shop assistant's gaze passed over Shinomiya Haruka's shoulder and landed on Kitahara Hakuba. She had never seen such a handsome and refined-looking man before.
Her whole expression suddenly became vibrant and lively, and she said with a beaming smile:
"For what occasion do you plan to wear this? Casual or formal?"
"Formal occasions".
"Then please come with me, I will take your measurements first."
She took out her soft measuring tape and deftly measured various measurements of Kitahara Hakuma's body.
"Please wait a moment." The saleswoman noted down the information and turned to get a suitable suit.
Shinomiya Haruka sat on a rattan chair, crossed her long legs, and said with a smile:
"When you were taking the test, you were as still as a scarecrow in a field, with a taut face."
“To be honest, I’m Tony’s favorite type of customer,” Kitahara Hakuba said.
Whenever Tony puts the clippers behind his head, he will lower his head slightly; when they are near his ear, he will turn his head to the side.
The four palaces gazed at him from afar and smiled:
Wow, you're so well-behaved.
"That is!"
It's fake. Actually, Kitahara Hakuba just doesn't like some hairdressers who forcefully pry his head open with their hands. He prefers to do it himself rather than others.
As for why he didn't move when the measuring tape was used, it was purely because he was afraid that if he moved, the female shop assistant would touch something strange, and then his body would become uncontrollable and retaliate with five times the force.
At that moment, the saleswoman came over with several suits, including dark black, light gray, dark blue, and burgundy...
"I suggest wearing a dark suit, because your boyfriend has a great physique, which has a visually slimming effect and complements him very well. It's also a classic single-breasted suit."
Shinomiya Haruka's pretty face flushed almost imperceptibly, and she immediately stood up, reaching out to touch the fabric as she said:
"Is all of this wool?"
"Yes, it's all pure wool fabric. If your skin is sensitive to these fabrics, we also have blended fabrics you can try—"
"No need, let's use wool and try this fitted style first."
Haruka Shinomiya picked up a black suit jacket and, from a distance, put it on Hakuba Kitahara, scrutinizing him with a subtle, enigmatic smile.
"You can wear a suit? Do you want me to come in and help you put it on?"
She spoke in a flirtatious tone, but Kitahara Hakuba would never forget her devilish true nature.
"I do know how to dress myself, at least."
He carried his suit jacket into the dressing room, the female shop assistant's eyes fixed on him until he closed the door.
"Miss, your boyfriend is so handsome, and he has a great physique. He must look very charming in a suit," the saleswoman said with a smile.
A smug "Of course I know" expression appeared on Shinomiya Haruka's pretty face as she crossed her arms and laughed, saying:
"Don't praise him later, or he'll get cocky."
"This kind of boy is good, like a cool young boy, quite cute."
The female shop assistant's gaze fell on the door of the dressing room, her eyes practically ignoring the door and wanting to see right through the person inside.
"Is he in the music industry? I've met many people in the music industry, and your boyfriend's hands are even more beautiful than theirs."
Shinomiya Haruka simply smiled and remained silent, seemingly unwilling to share too much with the woman before her.
After a while, Kitahara Hakuba came out of the locker room.
The man in front of the full-length mirror was dressed in a suit and tie, handsome and upright. His face was solemn as he raised his long, beautiful fingers to adjust the bow tie on his collar.
He simply stood there, like the brightest star in Hakodate City, his radiance not dazzling, but profound and captivating.
Shinomiya Haruka had never seen Kitahara Hakuma in a suit before. She had actually prepared herself mentally, but when she saw him in person, she was still surprised and her heart fluttered.
A thought suddenly popped into her mind: Kitahara Hakuba, who was still a virgin and had never been in a relationship, was simply a gift from God.
"Whoa whoa-"
The female shop assistant walked forward with a lovesick expression, clapped her hands, and completely forgot what Shinomiya Haruka had said earlier.
"You are truly the most handsome man I have ever seen in a suit. This black suit suits your temperament perfectly, like a sprite in the interplay of light and shadow, with the freshness of tea and the mellowness of wine."
Faced with her unreserved praise, Kitahara Hakuba became a little embarrassed.
"Can I get a discount?" he asked.
The female shop assistant, who had been admiring the "beauty" with a greedy expression, suddenly became stunned.
"Huh? Uh..."
"I have a great idea. You can take a picture of me and put it at the door as my boyfriend. I don't want any payment, just give me a discount."
"This... haha... uh..."
"Never."
Just as the female shop assistant was sweating profusely, Shinomiya Haruka walked up, her black low heels clicking on the tiles.
"If you leave it at the entrance and so many people look at it, they'll start to think it's ugly."
“How could that be?” Kitahara Hakuba explained, looking at himself in the mirror. “I think I’m handsome, much more handsome than the male models in those GG magazines.”
Not to brag, but the moment he stood in front of the mirror, he exuded unparalleled confidence.
Just as Dior learned the secret of the world at this moment, Jelly Dragon possessed the power of "invincibility".
The saleswoman nodded in strong agreement, but regarding the discount...
—Give up, there's no room for negotiation.
Chapter 52. A married woman/widow type of young girl has another good idea?
For some reason, Shinomiya Haruka stepped forward and gave him a coquettish glare. She then raised her hand to straighten his cuffs and collar, and smoothed out the fabric on his shoulders, chest, and waist.
With her swan-like neck held high, her fair skin gave Kitahara Hakuba the feeling that even taking a bite would be a sweet experience.
"Is there a discount?" Kitahara Hakuba turned his head and asked again.
Shinomiya Haruka suddenly reached out and pinched his side: "You look just like an old mother!"
"There are discounts, but the discount event will start next weekend, when all items will be discounted by five to ten percent," the saleswoman said with a smile.
"Then I'll come back to buy it next week." Kitahara Hakuba said, heading back to the locker room.
"Stop right there, come here."
Shinomiya Haruka suddenly spoke, and her tone, which left no room for argument, made Kitahara Hakuba immediately stop and walk back.
"what happened?"
"Don't wait until next week, do it now." Shinomiya Haruka stared at him intently, as if she were sulking. "I have money."
Kitahara Hakuba really wanted to say, "That's your money, not mine."
But saying these things in the store was really inappropriate; it would sound like he was throwing a tantrum, so he just smiled and said:
"What's wrong? You're not really going to give me one, are you?"
"Since I've come with you, I can't possibly go back empty-handed, unless you're planning to bring other girls next time instead of buying anything this time."
“Where would I find any other girls…” Kitahara Hakuba said with a wry smile.
Shinomiya Haruka ignored him, took out a card from her elegant handbag, and handed it to the shop assistant, saying:
"Swipe your card."
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Kitahara Hakuba walked out of the mall carrying a shopping bag engraved with "Aoyama Tailoring".
"I'll transfer the money to you," he said, taking out his phone.
"No." Shinomiya Haruka grabbed his hand and her cherry-red nails caught his eye. "I told you I'd give you this outfit."
Kitahara Hakuba frowned and said:
"That won't do. This two-piece suit costs 100,000 yuan, which is too expensive for me. Besides, you and I just graduated from university. You should save your money."
Haruka Shinomiya's long eyelashes fluttered lightly, revealing a meaningful smile:
"You care about me?"
The wind slid through the maple leaves in the square, teasing her hair, and the sweet scent of lavender gently brushed against Kitahara Hakuba's cheeks, making him blush and his heart race.
Something's wrong, we almost lost control!
“Money matters must be taken seriously; it’s both a poison and a cure,” Kitahara Hakuba said seriously. “My relatives once had a falling out over money.”
Shinomiya Haruka narrowed her right eye, and even the corner of her mouth twitched up, as if she were sizing something up.
"You have no idea how rich my family is?"
"I don't care whether your family is rich or not; it has absolutely nothing to do with me..."
"I know you don't care, but you just need to understand—"
Shinomiya Haruka held her small handbag in both hands and said in a soft voice,
“I care a lot about whether the suit you’re wearing was a gift from me. It’s not because I’m stupid and rich, but because it’s the core message I want to convey. Although you call it ‘it doesn’t matter,’ I call it ‘inevitable.’”
She responded with an ambiguous, noncommittal look, and her straightforward gaze made Kitahara Hakuba freeze on the spot, his heart pounding wildly.
He suddenly had the illusion that the closed department store had become even noisier.
"Okay, that's all for now. Let's go home! Take a shower and go to bed!"
After speaking, Shinomiya Haruka turned and took a step forward, with Kitahara Hakuba following behind, heading towards the tram station.
A gentle evening breeze was blowing, and just listening to the leaves rustling in the wind gave one the feeling that "it's really cool tonight."
Once on the tram, time slowly passed.
"What's wrong? Why aren't you saying anything?" She glanced over, nudged Kitahara Hakuba with her shoulder, and smiled faintly.