Kasahara Fumi gently bit her lip, asuring so distance with her eyes.
After a while, she softly said, "Despicable..."
"...Hey, can you say sothing?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
Kasahara Fumi pondered for a mont.
"There’s nothing worth saying," she refused, "At that ti, I had just gained consciousness, like an infant."
"Then let’s talk about it later."
Fujiwara Reya tily restrained his curiosity.
The purpose of this probing had been achieved, and he needed to know when to stop. Despite the possibility of rich and detailed emotions hidden under her indifferent expression, forcing her to reveal her inner thoughts would probably backfire.
Kasahara Fumi exhaled deeply, as if to conclude a part of her feelings.
"Fukaeri, listen," Fujiwara Reya said, "Our identities and status seem solid, but with the slightest disturbance, they can suddenly sink. Given the current situation of mutual distrust between humans and demons, if they sink, we can never return. So, you understand, right?"
Kasahara Fumi didn’t express any opinion, rely remaining silent.
However, seemingly influenced by his words, her mood shifted, and she instinctively returned to her human form, curling her knees slightly. The shoes beneath her kimono’s skirt, embroidered Chinese-style shoes with peonies, were rescued from a sea of fire, surprisingly undamaged.
The hairpin had loosened.
Her long orange hair was beautiful and glossy.
Fujiwara Reya seized the mont: "I’ll protect you!"
Kasahara Fumi tilted her neck, silently looked at his face for a while, and said, "I’m the superior."
"Is there a rule that subordinates can’t protect their superiors?"
"Subordinates can’t disobey the orders of their superiors!"
"I like promotion from below.
"..."
"Won’t you say thank you to ?"
"Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for protecting you," Fujiwara Reya said seriously.
Kasahara Fumi gazed at her kimono, the firelight reflecting its beautiful patterns, yet it appeared a bit desolate.
"You owe twice tonight," Fujiwara Reya suddenly lay on his side, looking through the bottom of the table at the pointed tips of her embroidered slippers," The first ti was when you took my mother’s fertility dicine and beca the Demon King. The second is this promise of protection I made to you; you know I always an what I say."
Kasahara Fumi’s breathing quickened, and her face reddened slightly.
She bit her lip, retracting her feet a little, and murmured, "I don’t even want..."
"Oh, of course, you don’t have to repay for this," Fujiwara Reya responded quickly, "After all, you’re the daughter-in-law, the wife—it’s only right to take your mother-in-law’s fertility dicine and receive your husband’s protection."
"..."
Kasahara Fumi clenched her fist, sowhat angrily flustered.
"Um... even though you don’t have to repay it, at least consider my feelings, won’t you?" Knowing she wouldn’t lash out now, Fujiwara Reya imdiately moved closer. He poked his head under the table to face her and opened his mouth: "I’m a bit thirsty."
You’re actually thinking of having feed you... Kasahara Fumi’s eyebrows rose, and her eyes instantly filled with a murderous aura.
Fujiwara Reya softly spoke: "If Xiangxiang finds out you took..."
"Please!"
Kasahara Fumi quickly picked up the teapot and stuck the spout into his mouth, pouring it in.
"Gulp, gulp~"
"Cough cough cough—"
Fujiwara Reya almost choked to death.
If only he suffocated... Kasahara Fumi held back her laughter, looking away.
"Cough cough, you’re so ruthless..." Fujiwara Reya coughed helplessly for a while before managing to catch his breath, "I’m a bit hungry; feed sothing."
"Impossible!"
"Xiangxiang..."
"Here, eat this, are two pieces enough?"
Kasahara Fumi picked up two pieces of sashimi and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Don’t use chopsticks, pinch and put it into my mouth with your hand."
"Don’t push your luck!"
"I wonder how I can make Xiangxiang reconcile with you..."
"Then I’ll wash my hands first."
For the first ti, Kasahara Fumi beca unusually compliant.
She washed her hands with tea and pinched two pieces of sashimi, stuffing them into Fujiwara Reya’s mouth.
No matter how humiliating the task, when it was for her sister, she seed to endure it all. Fujiwara Reya chewed the sashimi while gazing at her prominently striking face, thinking, if he persisted in using Xiangxiang as a threat, he might manage to make her obey him tonight.
This isn’t good.
Though he loved teasing Fukaeri, he wasn’t that despicable.
"Sister Fukaeri, you’ll need to be careful from now on."
"What?"
"After we’re married, I’ll beco an even more charming man, and you will surely fall for ."
"Don’t even think about it," Kasahara Fumi turned her head to admire the dancing fire.
In the room, with only the two of them, the bright firelight glazing her face made it look more beautiful than anything.
"I’ve always wondered," Fujiwara Reya replied.
"This is what you call being more charming?" Kasahara Fumi glanced at him sideways.
"What do you an?"
"Are you an idiot?" Kasahara Fumi turned her gaze to the hearth again, with an expression of resignation, "Between Xiangxiang and , you can only choose one. For now, Xiangxiang cos first. I will definitely have nothing to do with you; the marriage is fake, don’t take it seriously."
"You’re so lack of romantic thoughts, I must criticize you!"
"Romantic?"
"Xiangxiang truly understands romance!"
"Indeed, she does."
"How romantic is it to marry the sa man as your sister?"
"?"
Kasahara Fumi felt like she could kill him right there.
"Then it’s settled."
"Settled what... Ah!"
Fujiwara Reya suddenly sprang up, grabbing her wrist.
Caught off guard, Kasahara Fumi was pulled up by him, their noses nearly touching. He could even see every trembling eyelash of hers.
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