After changing back into his own clothes, Guangyou sat back on the sofa and let out a long sigh.
He wasn't too particular about his clothes.
As long as it's wearable and comfortable, that's fine.
As for the style, it doesn't matter.
Clothes are worn on your own body, not on someone else's.
Dressing well is mostly just about caring about what others think.
But Kwang-woo doesn't care about other people's opinions, and those who care about him don't care what he wears, but rather about him as a person.
Take Ai Haibara for example.
However, despite saying that, Ai still wanted to dress up Kousuke.
It wasn't because they thought Guangyou looked better, or because it made them look good when they went out together.
She didn't care what others thought.
Perhaps, this is one of her little hobbies?
That's why this was the first time Guangyou had changed clothes so frequently.
To be honest, I'm actually quite happy.
It had nothing to do with changing clothes or clothes in general; it was mainly because the girl he liked had carefully chosen clothes for him.
This is a feeling that single people can't understand.
Of course, some guys who are in relationships won't feel this.
They would find it quite ordinary and nothing to say about it.
perhaps...
perhaps...
Only someone like Guangyou, who values this aspect, can truly appreciate it.
The fashion show has finally come to an end.
Meanwhile, the sun also seems to be getting ready to go home.
It doesn't feel like students rushing out to play after school; it's more like office workers who haven't finished get off work yet but are thinking of sneaking away.
The movements were a bit slow.
It was as if they were afraid of being seen by their boss.
A deep golden hue has appeared in the azure sky.
It's getting late.
At this moment, Akemi realized that Mitsuyoshi and Ai might have to go back after dinner, or they might not go back until tomorrow.
But in any case, the two of them are definitely going back.
She suddenly felt a sense of emptiness inside.
The apartment became much livelier with the addition of the two of them.
It's definitely better than the apartment where I usually live alone.
She wasn't unreasonable, so she didn't feel melancholy for long.
After calming herself down, Mingmei decided to cook dinner herself before the two of them went back.
This will also free up some space for the two of them.
She picked up the empty glass from the table, stood up from the sofa, and said to the two of them:
"It's getting late, I'll go prepare dinner."
"Mm," the two replied.
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