"Is there a problem?" Sogo Doma might not know how to read faces, but that did not stop him from showing off. "Otherwise, how did I know earlier that you weren't wearing pan—" As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at the little white-haired girl's skirt.
"Shut up..." Masuzu Natsukawa had not realized what Sogo Doma was talking about at first, but she could not ignore that suicidal gaze of his. Ahem, anyway, Masuzu Natsukawa was furious. "Keep this up, and I guarantee someone will Ora you to death..."
Sogo Doma almost wanted to let out a "Heh-heh" at that. Ora him to death? Was this girl stupid? Not to brag, but even if he stood there and let her Ora him for an entire day, he would be fine. She, on the other hand, would probably exhaust herself to death. But...
He had never intended to say outright, in front of Umaru, that she had not been wearing that thing. Otherwise, why would he have deliberately signaled her with his eyes at the crucial moment?
"Fine..." Thus, after Masuzu Natsukawa finished threatening him, Sogo Doma went along with it. "So, do you believe I can read faces now?"
"..." Could Masuzu Natsukawa answer that? If she said yes, would that not indirectly prove that she really had gone without wearing that thing before? If she said no, heh, given what she knew of Sogo Doma, it would become another endless argument.
Fortunately, just as she was in a dilemma, the Doma Residence's doorbell rang again. "Ding-dong, ding-dong..."
"Looks like your house is pretty lively today..." Masuzu Natsukawa smoothly changed the subject.
Yet upon hearing that, Sogo Doma suddenly suggested, "How about a bet?"
"What?"
"Aren't you curious whether I can really read faces?" Sogo Doma said. "Then let's bet on