"It’s your own ho, no need to dress up so formally." Fujiwara Reya teased her.
"How could you say that!" Mrs. Kasahara slightly bent over, drawing eyeliner in front of the mirror, "As a mother-in-law, I must always maintain my charm in front of my son-in-law. That way, you won’t stray..."
Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but look down at her.
Due to her bending over, through the collar, a smooth curve could be vaguely seen, appearing lonely and fair in the dim light. Along the elegant line from throat to chest, there was sothing almost about to leap out. Her lips endlessly chattered while her eyes, focused on makeup, were full of lazy passion.
"Why won’t the son-in-law stray if the mother-in-law has charm?" Fujiwara Reya asked curiously.
"Stop playing dumb." Mrs. Kasahara nervously scratched her ear with slender, slightly flushed fingertips, and said with a hint of defense, "You have such a wandering heart, if my charm wasn’t big enough, could I hold onto you?"
"Very reasonable!" Fujiwara Reya nodded in praise.
"Alright, let’s go down." Mrs. Kasahara extended her hand gracefully.
Fujiwara Reya took her hand very gentlemanly, pulling her up, then they ca out from the backyard, and walked along the corridor filled with the scent of rain. The rain mist, like a cross breeze, greedily kissed her delicate makeup.
"What about the other won?"
"Miki is earning money, Riho went to the club for classes, Fukaeri is on duty at Section Nine."
"The ladies are all busy, and you’re the only one idle."
"I’m here accompanying you, aren’t I?" Fujiwara Reya grinned apologetically.
Mrs. Kasahara gave a small nod, indicating she knew, then she lightly raised her chin at Fujiwara Reya, aning: if you can’t make happy, I’ll complain to Fukaeri.
"Kasahara Hikari!" Fujiwara Reya shouted out the na of a shaless woman.
"Hmm?"
Mrs. Kasahara smiled mischievously.
In a flash, Fujiwara Reya suspected she was possessed by Asuka.
Otherwise, there’s no way to explain how a woman nearly forty could so naturally, without awkwardness, strike a pose of a sixteen-year-old girl.
"I have utmost respect for you, absolutely no improper thoughts. Also, please rember your identity, don’t act cute in front of ..." Fujiwara Reya said weakly.
"No improper thoughts?"
"Firstly, Asuka won’t allow it. Secondly, Fukaeri will make sure I can never get a promotion or raise in this life. Hiko-sama, do you understand how conflicted I am!"
"I understand." Mrs. Kasahara smiled considerately, "One more question, when will you confess to ?"
Fujiwara Reya was stunned for a mont: "Is that sothing you can just say!"
"Afraid I’ll reject?"
"..."
"Mr. Fujiwara, although I also like you very much, you are my son-in-law." Mrs. Kasahara put on a forced smile, with eyes full of extre sadness as she looked at him, "Our identities are destined not to be together, so... please allow to reject your love, sorry."
"Mother-in-law... how can I be as, um... free-spirited as you?"
"That’s a necessary versatility an upper-echelon person must have, showing different faces when dealing with people of different identities. You, little one, can’t see it in front of yet... Koriya, call sister, let hear~"
As she spoke, Mrs. Kasahara raised her hand, mimicking scissors in front of her, looking as proud as a school idol in a short skirt.
Overall, just cute.
Extrely cute.
Fujiwara Reya asked thoughtfully: "In simple terms, one must learn to disguise?"
"That’s called necessary shalessness." Mrs. Kasahara answered seriously.
Fujiwara Reya: "..."
Goodness!
Turns out you’re aware you’re shaless!
Exiting the residential area, on the way they had to pass by the Wind and Rain Corridor Bridge by the man-made lake, the surrounding air laden with the rich scents of plants and moisture, making one feel comfortable and pleasant.
From the opposite side of the corridor bridge, a woman erged.
It was the Snow Woman in a blue and white long dress.
She seed to glide over, floating into Fujiwara Reya’s arms.
Ice cold.
"Ah~" The Snow Woman raised her little face.
Fujiwara Reya pulled out an ice pop and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Mmm~"
Snow Treasure looked satisfied.
"She doesn’t seem sad at all now." Mrs. Kasahara looked at the master and servant pair with interest, "Floating around to play all day, sticking to you as soon as she sees you, wanting you to feed her, she doesn’t look like a Snow Woman at all, more like a pet."
"The shrine’s renovation made her feel neglected lately." Fujiwara Reya stroked Snow Woman’s icy hair, his expression becoming gentle, "Snow Princess, though a bit silly, can still sense closeness and distance. She feels neglected, she naturally won’t be happy, now that the shrine is refurbished, she has more space to move around, and can see every day, so her mood naturally improved."
"Mmm!"
Snow Woman puffed up her face, glaring at Fujiwara Reya.
Probably unhappy for being called silly by her master, Snow Treasure was displeased.
"Haha, feels like she’s gotten smarter." Mrs. Kasahara laughed, stretching her hand, "Snow Treasure, let your godmother hold you."
Snow Woman tilted her head slightly.
With a curious look, she stared at Mrs. Kasahara for a while.
According to Fujiwara Reya’s understanding of Snow Treasure, she was identifying who this woman was to decide whether to let her hold her. Snow Treasure has always been a shy baby; if she wasn’t familiar, she would never get close.
"I’m Mrs. Kasahara." Mrs. Kasahara patiently explained to her, "Rember last ti when your master used a cardboard box to cover you like air conditioning? I was the one who scolded him."
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