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Chapter #44

Leonna gawking confused. Reid had walked through the roof entrance. Suddenly, the boy came back again and was more surprising. For he ran to nothing, only to attach his black jacket on Leonna's narrow shoulder.

“This—” Leonna floated a clueless look.

“Ya. I'll be right back.” Reid as fast as lightning had disappeared again behind the iron material door.

The atmosphere around Leonna was suddenly completely silent. There is no meaningful movement, except from the whispering storms of autumn wind flow that is actually not cold. Alias is warm and it's kind of soothing, for some reason.

“Tadi it—”

Leonna's sentence was cut. He reflexively tightened his grip on Reid's jacket. A second passed, the entire face had now turned crimson. His heart rate is also crazy. It lay super lightning, as if sitting in the passenger seat of a car at a speed of five hundred kilometers per hour.

“Ah, what a shame. How can it go through this?! Stupid leonna. You really have the guts to embarrass yourself in front of Reid! Sucks~!”

Leonna exclaimed in frustration. He while chattering this, snatched his golden yellow mane with no resistance. Sure do. Who is the woman who is not crazy, if the embarrassing incident that is often called ‘tragedy the formation of the Japanese flag’ this must happen in front of the opposite sex. Moreover, the eyewitness was not a stranger, but Reid Cutler himself!

“I want to just disappear it feels.”

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The employee guarding behind the counter looked blankly at the handsome figure in front of him. He had just been hoping to ask for this consumer number. However, expectations often deviate from expectations. And after all, where may be the young man with a super charming face and seductive body shape is still single. The world is really cruel, hm?

“There are others?” Ask the super-service officer.

“Itu—”

The Asian and American mixed-faced guy bit his lower lip in doubt. Lucky actually, because in this supermarket is empty of customers. It's just that, if he buys a sanitary pad, doesn't he, that is, Leonna, need to change underwear?

However, most likely and according to his knowledge for almost two years worked as a part-time employee at the supermarket. There was never a product called underwear. The exception seems to be for men, although the stock of the goods is never much.

“What here also sells underwear for women?”

Cold sweat pouring profusely from the pen's temple, aka Reid. There was no longer any chance of him retreating. Shame has successfully plundered all rationality and shame. He could only throw a bland smile as the self-service officer before him gaped in confusion.

“What?” ask the super-service officer.

“CD? Dal*m pants for women? What is here sell?” Reid asked the question in a whisper. He looked straight and very groggy the brown-skinned woman behind the counter table.

“Sorry! Really sorry. But we don't sell that product. It's just, I mean, two blocks from here there's a store that sells— underwear for women. You just need to turn east and will immediately meet a clothing store called OLC.”

“OLC?” Reid's eyebrows are thick.

“Yes. It stands for Oui! Lil’ Chic's. The building with a striking pink paint and right next to it there is a veterinary clinic called Pawn Lovers, if I am not mistaken.”

The girl who seemed to be a student sitting at the lecture level spoke as bright as the speed of a jet plane. The color of his skin also instantly changed as red as blood. The feeling of heat and no longer warm on both sides of his cheeks blatantly increasingly agonizing. While Reid as a listener suddenly flashed a big smile.

“Good. Thank you very much. And, for the total?”

“Oh, I'm sorry. US$9.87 for one piece Always Pads contents 10 packs, US$1.47 liquid soap Dove 88mL, one drink Ito EN Oi Ocha US$1.62, and US$4.98 for one box Choco Cheese Muffin. So, the total to be paid is US$17.94,”

All the groceries that inevitably spend a quarter or could be a third of Reid's monthly meal money, have now moved neatly in plastic bags. But it's a bit problematic actually. Because this self-service plastic bag is a transparent model organic plastic bag. And, that means, this Always branded sanitary napkin will beautifully appear clearly from outside the plastic.

“Good. Thank you very much.” Sincere Reid.

“Yes. Have a great day.”

Reid breathed a rough sigh. He's already bought all the emergency supplies for Leonna. He also had time to buy muffins for two-thirds the price of bread that he usually ate every first lunch hour or when he was tight on time, during the second break.

“What is this store? Pink wall paint is striking and next to it, there is a veterinary clinic called Pawn Lovers?”

After three minutes of sprinting. He finally arrived at the location that the self-service officer said was OLC. Netra Reid then went around looking for a signboard that turned out to be written big Oui! Lil' Chic on the wall near the entrance of the building.

But Reid didn't come in. He was busy weighing and had thought not to buy. Oh, Leonna didn't order anything. Or maybe the reality is, he was too panicked and generously went back and forth to buy this it was for Leonna.

“Excuse me. Can Baby help?”

A flirtatious voice suddenly greeted Reid's eardrum. He reflexively surged back a few steps. Right now right in front of her, a man dressed up a bit like a woman was smiling kindly. Corrections, terrible smiles and a, um, disgusting tone.

“It—I want to buy women's underwear? Is there?”

Bright sparkles suddenly appeared from the two eyeballs of figures who seemed to be Oui employees! Lil ' Chic. He then chuckled loudly and inappropriately touched Reid's cheek. “Yes, of course. But, is Mr Handsome not wrong to say? Women's underwear?”

“No. I didn't say the wrong word. Ya—clothes in women. I mean, just the bottom of it, CD.”

Reid who is uncomfortable in the makeup slowly distanced himself from the creature miris adab. But, it was as if the purple, orange, and pink ombre-like figure did not understand Reid's treatment of bluntly keeping his distance. He pretently encouraged Reid to enter the OLC.

“So, is that some kind of gift for Mr Handsome's lover? How romantic! All right, then. Baby suggest this. Silk material and to make it more sexy, hot, and seductive. There's this, this, and this too. Or maybe Mr Handsome's lover prefers lingerie? Something more open or transparent? The G-String? Stockings?”

The manor man who calls himself Bebi, cools with no commas, even dots. Reid who had not finished his shock when just a step past the entrance, then felt dizzy and runyam heard it.

“I'm sorry, but—” Reid massaged his nose shaft with a pretty powerful.

He honestly quite shudder when shown various models of clothing lacking materials and very moral deficiencies. The logic even had to comment on sarcasm, how the world of fashion art or what art is, can be very vulgar like this.

After all, does it really have to be designed and produced like this? The colors are striking and almost completely distorted, the primary reason why clothes are actually made? It's not necessary, is it?

Reid unknowingly, then grunted in frustration. “—does anyone have a regular model? No need to wear tassels, also complicated and transparent models like this. Just the usual? CD that is a bit more normal?”

“Yes? Whahuh? Normal?”

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