Chapter 199: Fishing doesn’t work, catching dolls doesn’t work, what else can you do?

Chapter 199: Fishing doesn’t work, catching dolls doesn’t work, what else can you do?

Miyano Shiho just wanted to teach Yuya a small lesson, so she didn't want to be too harsh. She just replaced all his favorite blueberry jam with mustard. In the end, she was considerate enough to pour milk on him - after all, milk can relieve the spiciness.

However, seeing Yuya's tears streaming down his face, the effect seemed to be even stronger than she had expected. Miyano Shiho felt a little distressed, but immediately toughened up again. He deserved it!

Who made him laugh at himself just now?

In order to prevent him from being too arrogant, it is definitely a good idea to teach him a lesson in advance so that he knows clearly who is in charge in this family!

How dare a mere Yuya Kamiya laugh at Shiho Miyano?

Although it was true that she was the one who was so nervous that her hands and feet were shaking... in the end, wasn't it still his fault?

Yuya swallowed the last bite of the sandwich and drank the milk in big gulps. He still felt like the top of his head was dancing and he had a feeling of ascending to heaven.

He stared at the other glass of milk on the table.

Miyano Shiho glanced at him, slowly picked up the cup and took a sip, then took a bite of the sandwich happily. She felt the blueberry jam on the corner of her mouth and subconsciously licked it with her tongue.

Watching the little pink tongue running out of his mouth, licking the corner of his mouth flexibly, and then quickly retracting, Youye's pupils trembled and he couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Miyano Shiho frowned slightly, glanced at Yuya, and said coldly: "I feel like you are thinking about something bad."

Yuya turned his face away feeling a little guilty: "No." He couldn't help but secretly glance at Miss Shiho's slightly moving lips. She seemed to have put on a light lipstick today?

It's a little pink, what does it taste like? Peach flavor?

Or the blueberry flavor in the sandwich just now?

No, blueberries don’t seem to be this color…

Noticing that Yuya was suddenly distracted and his eyes were still fixed on her, Miyano Shiho felt her face getting hot. This guy must be imagining something bad!

There is a saying that goes, my face is as red as a monkey's butt.

Miyano Shiho suspected that she might be like that now.

Fortunately, the disguise mask can hide the blushing.

After breakfast, Miyano Shiho took a tissue to wipe the corners of her mouth and packed up her things.

"Let's go." Youye was already standing at the door.

Miyano Shiho said "Oh", came to the entrance, took a few looks, and picked out a pair of British-style black leather shoes.

Looking at Miyano Shiho's small feet coming out of the slippers and then getting into the small leather shoes, Yuya's eyes trembled again.

What's going on? It feels like every movement of Miss Shiho today, and every part of her body, is emitting a strange attraction to Youye all the time.

Isn't it just a confirmation of the relationship? Is the change so big?

Miyano Shiho put on one shoe and suddenly stopped when she was about to put on the other one. She looked up at Yuya and found that he was in a daze, and his eyes were undoubtedly fixed on her feet.

I couldn't help but want to tease him again, a sly smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I moved my toes and asked, "Does it look good?"

Yuya nodded subconsciously: "It looks good." He suddenly realized and shook his head vigorously, "It doesn't look good." He felt something was wrong, "No, it looks good."

"wrong···"

Yuya confused himself.

He never thought of himself as a foot fetishist. Besides, they were just feet wearing white socks. What was so good about them?

However, my gaze was drawn to her involuntarily.

Miyano Shiho chuckled softly and stopped teasing him. She quickly put on her shoes, tapped the ground with her toes, took the Fusae bag that Yuya had bought for her, and walked out first.

"Let's go."

The two walked side by side, very close to each other, and would bump into each other from time to time while walking.

after awhile.

Miyano Shiho couldn't help it, she looked at Yuya and said, "If you want to hold my hand, just hold it." Like a child stealing candy, she touched it furtively, and touched it furtively.

This is itchy, okay?

Having his thoughts exposed, Yuya touched his nose embarrassedly and tentatively put his fingers into Miyano Shiho's palm.

Miyano Shiho's hands trembled slightly, but she showed no intention of refusing.

Seeing this, Youye decisively put his entire palm in and then held it tightly.

I didn't expect Miss Shiho's hands to be so small. Although I've held hands before, this is the first time I'm holding hands like this. They feel soft and smooth, very comfortable to the touch.

It feels like I can hold your hand for a lifetime.

Miyano Shiho had a calm expression and stared straight ahead, but her slightly trembling eyes revealed her uneasy heart.

"Where to go?"

Yuya thought about it carefully, and after a while he answered, "I don't know."

Miyano Shiho said "oh" lightly. In fact, she didn't particularly care where to go. She felt it was nice to just walk hand in hand like this.

As they walked, they came to Rice Flower Street.

Yuya's gaze suddenly stopped at a certain place, and Miyano Shiho looked over there and found several claw machines on the side of the road.

"You like playing this?" Miyano Shiho was a little surprised. She still remembered how confident Youya was last time, but in the end he didn't catch any dolls, so she couldn't help laughing.

“…Not really.” Youye paused, “I just remembered that I didn’t catch a doll last time, so I’m a little concerned.”

How could a famous detective with a 100% crime-solving rate be defeated by a claw machine?

Miyano Shiho smiled slightly: "I thought you could do anything."

You also said with a smile: "I'm not a god, how can I do everything."

"Yeah, just like fishing..."

"Stop!" Youye's face turned red, and he stiffened his neck and said, "A fisherman never goes empty-handed! Besides, it's not like I can't catch anything."

Although she didn't understand what the saying "fishermen never come back empty-handed" meant, Miyano Shiho understood the last sentence and raised her lips slightly: "Yes, besides fish..."

"Can we talk about something else?"

"Catch the doll?"

Yuya looked at Miyano Shiho with a resentful look, which made her turn her face away shyly.

In the end, the two of them still stood in front of the claw machine.

He took out a few coins from his wallet and put them in, then looked at the slowly moving mechanical claw with a focused and serious expression.

Miyano Shiho couldn't tell what Yuya was thinking.

The next moment, Youya pressed the button hard, and the mechanical claw slid down and grabbed one of the dolls in the pile.

Then the doll was picked up with a mocking smile on its face.

Of course, it’s not that the doll is really mocking, but the dolls in this machine are various expressions, and the one that Yuya caught happened to have a mocking expression.

Looking at the doll's expression, Youya felt a sudden panic in his heart.

Sure enough, after rising to the highest point, the mocking-faced doll swayed back and forth twice, and then fell down with a plop.

The mocking-faced doll was lying on its back, its eyes slanted as if it was looking at Yuya.

Youye was stunned. What the hell, was this doll laughing at him?

But it doesn't matter! He still has a lot of coins in his wallet, enough to catch 10 times.

He just doesn't believe it. How can he not catch a little thing like you after 10 attempts?

A few minutes later, Yuya stood in front of the machine in silence.

Miyano Shiho couldn't help but ask, "Do you really have to fight this one?"

She stood behind and saw it clearly. Every time Yuya took the opportunity, he was very serious and took great pains to observe the timing of the attack from all angles, even using physics and mathematics...

Ran and egg.

I didn’t catch any doll. To be more precise, I couldn’t catch the doll with the mocking face no matter what I did.

Miyano Shiho suspected that if Yuya hadn't been so stubborn with the mocking-faced doll, he might have caught it if he had changed his target.

Yuya turned around mechanically and looked at Miyano Shiho fixedly: "Look, this doll is mocking me."

There was a hint of grievance in his tone, and Miyano Shiho wondered if he was about to cry.

She rolled her eyes gently, pushed Yuya aside, and spread her snow-white palm towards him.

Yuya eagerly handed over two coins and touched the fair and tender hand.

Miyano Shiho couldn't help but glance at him, then threw the coin in, controlled the robotic arm carelessly, and finally pressed the button casually.

Yuya looked at this scene expressionlessly. This was too casual. How could it be possible...

what?

"Here." Miyano Shiho handed over the mocking-face doll.

Yuya took it in a daze. Even though he was holding it in his hand, he still felt that the doll's slanted eyes were looking at him. The mocking expression on its face seemed to say, "That's it?"

Suddenly, he became angry. This doll was targeting him! He wanted to tear it to pieces.

But when he thought that this was given to him by Miss Shiho herself, he was reluctant to let it go.

In the end, I had no choice but to hold the doll in my arms with grievance.