"Fukaeri, Mom brought you so fruit..."
The door suddenly swung open.
Mrs. Kasahara burst in, holding a plate of fruit.
Inside the room, the son-in-law was kneeling on the floor, kissing the elder daughter’s... calf. The elder daughter’s face was flushed with a charming blush, her breathing so rapid she seed on the verge of gasping for air.
"Mother—" Kasahara Fumi was completely frozen.
Facing her mother who had barged in, there was a loss of brilliance in her eyes.
"It’s okay, Mom understands the young people’s gas." Mrs. Kasahara smiled graciously, without any sense of embarrassnt, "You carry on, I’m just checking in, won’t say a word..."
Kasahara Fumi ca to her senses, her first thought was to run away.
However, as soon as she stood up, her legs went weak, and she almost stumbled.
Fujiwara Reya held her, gritting his teeth as he looked at Mrs. Kasahara: "You definitely ca to disrupt us on purpose!"
Kasahara Fumi took the opportunity to hide her face in his arms, already too embarrassed to face anyone.
Sha.
Unbearable sha!
If there were a hole in the floor, she would crawl into it right now!
"I told you, it was just a coincidence." Mrs. Kasahara placed the fruit plate on the bedside table, then patted her elder daughter’s shoulder, "You continue, Mom’s leaving now."
With that, she actually turned around and left, without any delay.
Bam!
The door closed.
Fujiwara Reya gently patted Kasahara Fumi’s back, looking at her flushed profile: "Since we’ve been seen, why don’t we just take advantage of that..."
"Go die!"
Kasahara Fumi pushed him away.
After the commotion, Kasahara Asuka on the bed woke up.
Completely clueless about what had just happened, she rubbed her eyes and looked ahead blankly: "Sister, senior... what are you doing?"
Kasahara Fumi took a deep breath.
She gave Fujiwara Reya a couple of fierce glances with her eyes, then turned around, showing a gentle smile on her face.
"Mom was also here just now, the three of us chatted for a bit." The sister returned to the bed, leaning her shoulder against her sister, "Are you hungry? Do you want your sister to get you breakfast?"
"I’ll eat later." Kasahara Asuka yawned slightly, then looked at Fujiwara Reya with a stern face, "Good morning, senior."
It seed she intended to express distance with her courteous deanor, but the sleepy little Dutch pig could only make people feel she was a mischievous girl.
"You two chat, I’ll just be the air." Fujiwara Reya sat down at the bedside table.
The two sisters began talking.
Outside the room, Mrs. Kasahara stood silently for a mont, and after hearing the younger daughter’s voice, she nodded with satisfaction, adjusted the hair on her forehead, and quietly left.
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"Sister, your hair is so ssy, did you just wake up?"
"..."
Kasahara Fumi thought, it’s all Fujiwara Reya’s fault.
"Hmm, no, sister slls like senior..." Kasahara Asuka leaned closer, her little nose sniffing, "Let Xiangxiang take a good whiff."
As she said that, her light brown eyes were clear, innocent, and friendly.
"No, there’s nothing." Kasahara Fumi pressed her sister’s shoulder.
"Let Xiangxiang sll... By the way, your hair is so ssy too, turn around, let Xiangxiang have a look." Kasahara Asuka said, suddenly moving to her sister’s back.
Kasahara Fumi’s neck even turned red.
Maybe she realized she was too nervous, she forced herself to calm down.
"Is there a problem?" she asked blandly.
"Hmm, no..."
"Then hurry and sit properly."
Kasahara Fumi hunched her shoulders.
During the ti she was intimate with Fujiwara Reya, he had lifted her long hair several tis and kissed her neck, she was afraid there would be kiss marks left.
That’s why her face turned red with sha.
But her sister was unaware of the situation.
Kasahara Asuka examined her sister’s nape, rarely looking at it. The fair neck, with short hair, seed fresh, and the neck appeared very long. The hollow in the middle seed deeper than usual, making the sister look fragile.
"Sister, what are you thinking?" Kasahara Asuka whispered behind her sister’s ear.
Before her sister could answer, the younger sister gathered the loose hair on her sister’s neck and pressed there with her finger—
"Oh!"
Kasahara Fumi let out a voice, her shoulders trembling.
The feeling was very similar to the sensation of Fujiwara Reya’s lips touching there.
"Uncomfortable?" Kasahara Asuka withdrew her hand.
"Alright, sit back down, and don’t move around." Kasahara Fumi pulled her sister to the front, wrapping her hands around her small body, "You scared the life out of sister last night, don’t be so reckless in the future, okay?"
Kasahara Asuka stuck out her little tongue.
"No acting cute to get away with it," Kasahara Fumi pinched her ear, "I’m not mother, I won’t indulge you."
"Tell off next ti." Kasahara Asuka glanced at Fujiwara Reya, who was bored peeling an orange, and reached around her sister’s neck, whispering: "Asuka slled the breath and scent of first love."
Kasahara Fumi paused: "What?"
"Looking at you, all I see is a sister filled with the sour sll of romance." Kasahara Asuka asserted, "You have the scent of senior on you, and kiss marks on your neck... so sister must have done sothing you’re ashad of."
Kasahara Fumi’s face suddenly turned slightly pale.
Fujiwara Reya looked over.
"Peel your orange." Kasahara Fumi said with a trembling voice.
Fujiwara Reya had to continue peeling the orange Mrs. Kasahara brought in by himself.
"In that case... sister indeed did sothing against Xiangxiang’s wishes..." Kasahara Fumi took a breath, pressing her face against her sister’s neck, "Does Xiangxiang want to hear sister’s explanation?"
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