The neckline wasn’t low, just slightly revealing the collarbone. The back wasn’t overly exposed either, only showing her shoulder blades. The long dress, like her shoes, featured a blue and white gradient. The upper half was snowflake white, the colors flowing downwards, gradually blending a hint of blue from the waist and hips, transforming into a deep ocean blue at the ankle-length hem.
The shoes matched this style.
Starting with the pure white at the toe, gradually transitioning to a deep blue at the heel.
Even the stockings under the dress matched, with colors darkening from the top down and transforming into deep blue at the ankles.
If scrutinized with a critical eye, the clothes could only be called ordinary, but on Riho, they perfectly complented her aura. The white parts were fresh and elegant, pure and flawless, embodying the initial quality of the Snow Woman. The gradually changing blue symbolized the maturity of a newlywed, turning into the final deep blue, and transforming into the current Yukino Ritsuko—an unwavering sweet core like the vast ocean!
"How do I look?" Yukino twirled gracefully.
Fujiwara Reya imdiately released Kawashima Miki, smiling as he opened his arms towards her, "My dear Snow Woman, you always look beautiful."
"Such a perfunctory answer." Yukino wrinkled her nose adorably.
Kawashima Miki murmured with a hint of jealousy, "Not really..."
"We’ll get a custom set made for you as well," Fujiwara Reya told her.
"Riho, you’re amazing!" Kawashima Miki bead, "Co here and let get a good look."
"You two are really born rivals." Yukino jested, then obediently slipped off her shoes and squeezed between them, "It’s the first ti in my life I’ve worn such beautiful clothes... Going to the ball like this, won’t there be many people coming to flirt with ?"
"Definitely, if I were a man, you’d strike down in one blow," Kawashima Miki said, her fingers brushing against Yukino’s alabaster cheek.
Fujiwara Reya took the opportunity to reach into her collar after moving his hand up her neck.
"No ssing around!" Yukino caught his hand, then shifted her body to lean against his embrace, "Where’s Miki’s dress?"
Kawashima Miki laughed, laying back on her legs, "I’m wearing purple."
"Purple suits you well, mysterious, noble, and very sexy. And what is Fukaeri going to wear? I’m quite looking forward to it. She hardly ever laughs, so it would be hilarious to see her in a sexy dress..."
"Let’s team up to tease her," Kawashima Miki suggested.
Yukino’s eyes sparkled, "You start, and I’ll decide if I’ll join at the right mont."
"Be careful, she might get angry," Fujiwara Reya warned.
Kawashima Miki rolled her eyes at him, "Even if she gets mad, it’ll be at you, not us."
Fujiwara Reya glared at her threateningly.
’Be careful, or I’ll reveal how you plotted with Riho and Fukaeri earlier.’
’You wouldn’t dare!’
Kawashima Miki t his gaze defiantly.
"Don’t worry, we’re all family now..." Yukino shifted her head for a comfortable sleeping position. She hugged Fujiwara Reya’s hand to her chest, smiling softly, "Whether it’s , Miki, or Fukaeri, we all like you very much."
"You should learn more from Riho!" Fujiwara Reya told Kawashima Miki.
Kawashima Miki suddenly smiled flirtatiously, "Can you handle two Snow Won?"
"Why not..." Fujiwara Reya said with a brave face, "it’s not just two, even ten or eight would be just a morning jog for the Mountain God!"
"See, Riho, you heard him say it himself!" Kawashima Miki laughed brightly, "He isn’t content with just us, needs ten or eight to be satisfied."
Yukino gazed at Fujiwara Reya with tenderness, "Looks like I can’t leave you with even a bit of spare energy."
"?"
A question mark flashed across Fujiwara Reya’s forehead.
Female spirits, just like won, are simply incomprehensible!
A gust of icy wind whisked through the guest room, Yukino’s hair visibly turning white.
Her eyes, like black pearls, transford into icy blue, with a hint of frost on her eyelashes. Through the thin ice crystals, Yukino’s small, pale hands skillfully began to unbutton Fujiwara Reya’s shirt.
"Ooh~"
"Wait, I was just bragging..."
"Begging for rcy now? Too late..." Kawashima Miki laughed joyfully, her long legs wrapped around his waist, trapping him.
Fujiwara Reya glared fiercely at her, "I’ll deal with you later!"
The next second, Yukino sat down.
And then.
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The sky gradually darkened.
A strong wind surged in through the window.
"Such a strong wind!"
"Look, the sky looks unusual."
Outside the window, the clouds gathered like cotton, quickly covering the visible sky. The sea was shrouded in eerie shadows, and under the dim, dusky sky, the cruise ship seed so tiny.
"What should we do?" Kawashima Miki asked worriedly.
Her hair was a ss.
"Nothing can save you now!" Fujiwara Reya stood firm and manly.
Beside them, Yukino combed her snow-drenched hair, her icy blue eyes reflecting Kawashima Miki’s figure.
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