Back on the ninth floor, Kawashima Miki lay on the dining table, her forehead resting on her arms.
The tableware on the table was still there untouched, and when Fujiwara Reya walked over, she remained motionless, her sleek black hair draping down to cover her face. On the shoulder of her white silk slip nightgown, the thin straps of her bra were faintly visible.
"You were playing with fire just now!" Fujiwara Reya said from the opposite side.
Kawashima Miki, still lying there, shook her head slightly on the table.
"Let me think, is the madam jealous or just teasing me?" Fujiwara Reya sat down opposite her.
A full 30 seconds later, Kawashima Miki slowly lifted her head from the table. A few strands of hair clung to her cheek, with a faint mist lingering around her.
