A stirring emotion slowly overflowed.
Kawashima Miki's lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to speak, but she couldn't find the words.
She just stared blankly as Fujiwara Reya approached, his face against her neck kissing her softly, then his nose against hers: "Tonight, I'll go kill Tsuchiya Kazuma, wait for my triumphant return at home, darling."
Kawashima Miki bit her lip and snorted defiantly.
The radiance on her face at this moment was unique to women, a dignified and pure resolve, silently expressing the stubborn thought, "I won't give my heart to you so easily."
However, as Fujiwara Reya held her, he could clearly feel her body temperature rising, her jade-like skin gradually blushing. The rose fragrance on her body, heated by her rising temperature, instantly made the air between them warm, moist, and filled with a rich scent.
Breathing it in, Fujiwara Reya wrapped his arms around her soft waist, burying his face deeply in her chest.
