"I'm back!" Mai Shiraishi opened the fingerprint code lock and walked into Amamiya Shiori's house.
She wore a beige-pink knitted sweater with a white round-neck sweater underneath, a khaki woolen beret, and an off-white one-shoulder leather bag slung across her body.
The bag was stuffed with stuff and looked bulging. The lower body is wearing a black woolen skirt, paired with a pair of black suede over-the-knee thick-heeled boots. A section of bare thigh is exposed between the skirt and boots.
Japanese girls generally prefer to go bare-legged in winter instead of wearing pantyhose and leggings. Because young girls think wearing stockings is vulgar, and bare legs are fashionable. In order to be gregarious, girls who are afraid of the cold have to wear short skirts to expose their thighs in the winter.
Today's temperature is around 0°C. The air conditioner has already been turned on indoors, and the heat is blowing in my face.
Hearing the sound, Amamiya took small steps to the entrance.
"Welcome back, Nana!" Wearing a kimono, Amamiya Shiori looked like a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to come home in the old days. She used a disgusting name that is rarely used between modern couples and basically only appears in film and television works.
Even though she had seen it in advance in the photo, Shiraishi Mai was still shocked by Amamiya Sori's outfit. Compared with the photos, you can feel the elegance, purity, gentleness and sweetness of the girl better when you see it with your own eyes.
Putting her bag casually on the steps of the entrance, Mai Shiraishi didn't even bother to take off her boots, so she grabbed Amamiya Shiori's hand and pulled it towards her.
Amamiya Shiori smiled slightly, keeping everything in mind.
Ten minutes later, Shiraishi, who was sitting astride Amamiya Shiori's waist, with crimson cheeks, took a big breath of air, "Why, why is it so difficult to untie it?"
She tugged on Amamiya Shiori's kimono girdle in displeasure.
Amamiya Shiori was already teasing her, but she hadn't even unpacked Amamiya Shiori's "package".
"Don't be so impatient! I want to wear this outfit for a while longer," Amamiya Shiori took her right hand away from the bottom of Shiraishi Mai's skirt and pinched her cheek, "Eat first, and I'll change after eating." clothes."
"I have to take off this kimono later!" Shiraishi said angrily.
"Okay, okay~" Amamiya Shiori smiled and touched Shiraishi Mai's head.
Shiraishi Mai got up from Amamiya Shiori, sat on the entrance steps and took off her boots. Amamiya Shiori picked up the bulging leather bag lying aside.
"Why is it so heavy?"
"Hehe~ Because I brought a gift." Shiraishi Mai said with a smile.
"what gift?"
"Clang, clang, clang, clang~" Mai Shiraishi reached into her bag and took out a 500ml can of beer.
"A bottle of beer?"
"It's four bottles of beer!" Shiraishi Mai said as she took out one can of Asahi beer from her bag like magic. "Xiaozhi is an adult too, how can one bottle be enough? Let's have a good drink today!"
"Don't worry, today is just Adult's Day. Strictly speaking, my 20th birthday will be in two months." Amamiya Sugaru remembered the key point.
"Oh, it's only two months, it's not much different, and I won't talk nonsense everywhere." Shiraishi Mai said with a smile.
"If I drink it today, wouldn't it be a less ritualistic experience if I drink it on my 20th birthday?"
"It's okay. I'll ask Misamisa and the others to drink together in two months. Then I'll ask her to bring more wine. It will still be a ritual."
"Alright alright."
Beer is just "fermented wort", and Amamiya Shiori is not afraid at all. In his previous life, he would only feel a little peeing after two bottles of beer. Even if he could no longer drink it in this life, he would not be overwhelmed by two bottles of beer.
"Of course, in addition to beer, I also prepared another gift."
"What gift?" Amamiya asked curiously.
Mai Shiraishi smiled with malicious intent.
"Isn't it just another toy?" Amamiya Shiori
"Who do you think I am, Xiaozhi?" Mai Shiraishi pursed her lips as if she was wronged, "How can you use a toy as an adult gift?"
Amamiya Sōri smiled scornfully. Didn't she know the temperament of this little girl? "You just want to tell me whether to take it or not?"
"Uh, I brought it." Shiraishi Mai grinned sheepishly.
Since it was inconvenient to wear furisode, Amamiya Shiori prepared sukiyaki for dinner. Kanto sukiyaki is actually equivalent to hot pot, and it is very convenient to make. Pour the sukiyaki sauce bought from the supermarket into the pot, then add beef, shiitake mushrooms, tofu, enoki mushrooms, konjac, Chinese cabbage and other ingredients to stew.
In winter, sitting in the kotatsu and eating hot sukiyaki is so relaxing.
Amamiya Shiori, who had not drank for many years, opened the tab of the can and poured the beer into the glass. A large glass full of orange-yellow wine, with bubbles rising and a thick layer of foam floating above.
Amamiya Shiori took a sip, but it still had the same bitter taste in his memory.
"How is it?" Shiraishi Mai asked curiously.
"It's not as good as Coke." Amamiya Shiori answered simply.
"It's not as good as Coke, but it's an alcoholic drink and tastes like an adult." Shiraishi Mai said matter-of-factly.
Amamiya Sōri thought that only a country like Japan, where citizens can only drink alcohol when they are 20 years old, takes alcohol as a sign of adulthood so seriously. Across the sea, a three-year-old child can ask for a small glass of white wine from his or her parents at the dinner table and take a sip.
"Haven't we tasted the taste of adults many times~" Amamiya Shiori said with a smile.
"This is different, I mean, an adult in the legal sense."
The two of them were watching TV, eating and drinking.
Amamiya Shiori's drinking capacity was worse than she thought. After all, it was the first time in her life to drink alcohol. After finishing a can of beer, his face turned a little red.
There are reasons why alcohol goes to the brain, and there are also reasons why the kotatsu is too warm.
Mai Shiraishi's body also gradually warmed up, even getting a little hot.
After finishing the meal but not finishing the wine, Amamiya Shiori moved his position and snuggled up with Shiraishi.
"Hmm -" Shiraishi Mai took a sip of beer and nuzzled at Amamiya Sori.
Amamiya Shiori stepped forward without hesitation.
In the past, they both had sweet things in their mouths, but the slightly bitter beer passing between their lips and teeth had a different flavor.
Under the anesthesia of alcohol, the body became hotter and hotter, and the mind became dizzy.
Shiraishi Mai stretched her hand towards Amamiya Shiori's girdle. Although the furisode looks good, it should be viewed from a distance and should not be played with. She couldn't stand the hindrance of this outfit anymore.
