Miss Hiko looked at her, grinning mischievously like a goblin. After Fujiwara Reya scolded her, she would give an innocent smile to get away with it.
There was one ti Miss Hiko really couldn’t hold it in.
"What a great opportunity this is!"
Miss Hiko muttered, "Don’t talk about considering Yako, stop brushing off with so condescending words."
"Don’t say that, we’re of the sa age!"
"No way! You’re too annoying, compared to , Yako is more important, right?"
"Why are you throwing a tantrum? Aren’t you embarrassed?"
"Hmph!"
With that, Miss Hiko turned over with a thud and threw a tantrum.
To Fujiwara Reya, her temper wasn’t unendearing; the naughtier she was, the more fun life beca. But often he had to endure so hardship before enjoying the sweetness. Wouldn’t it be nice if there were no hardship... just thinking about it brought tears to his eyes.
Well.
This was how life went by.
The night before returning to Tokyo, the three of them had another big dinner at the inn.
Mrs. Hoshimi leaned dizzily against the bed edge.
"Sorry, I might have drunk too much."
"Have so tea." Mrs. Kasahara brewed so herbal tea, giggling with that peculiar gleam in her eyes. Unknowingly, she had already taken off her outer clothes.
The inn’s balcony faced the Kawabata Library, with a view of the trees along the Koyakawa River.
"This place is nice," Mrs. Kasahara stretched, "Co here in August, you can climb the roof to see the large bonfire character."
Fujiwara Reya didn’t care about the large character bonfire.
Invited to drink in the Chairman’s room, he was pondering how to maintain gentlemanly deanor in such an unusual situation.
If only Fukaeri were here.
With Fukaeri keeping an eye on things, he could handle the situation calmly.
Ignoring the drunken best friends on the side, Miss Hiko whispered to Fujiwara Reya in her usual coquettish tone. Pouting, resting on her knees, she crawled around him.
"Why look so scary?"
"That’s just how I look."
"Liar!" Miss Hiko’s look was clearly off.
Can’t you just sleep well after getting drunk... Fujiwara Reya helplessly lanted inside.
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After getting up the next day, Fujiwara Reya sat on the toilet, pondering the two won from last night.
One was a drunken little kitten who slept obediently; the other, a drunk dog that would lick haphazardly. Thinking back, compared to the uneventful childhood lived for more than ten years, life now really was bustling.
Oh oh.
This life is damn sweet.
It’s highly likely that the future everyday argunts can’t be avoided, sweet words have to be spoken until the throat bleeds to maintain family stability. Just thinking about those consequences feels tiring, would old age cause nerve weakness?
Doesn’t matter, doesn’t matter.
Anyway, my greatest rit is being resilient and tough.
"I’m not afraid of you guys!"
Shouting loudly to cheer himself up, Fujiwara Reya got up from the toilet and rushed into Miss Yako’s room.
The two ladies were lying horizontally in the middle of the big bed, making sounds like a kitten purring.
"I should wake up with them!"
Fujiwara Reya just lay down.
Miss Yako wrinkled her nose, opened her eyes: "Why are you here?"
Fujiwara Reya feigned scratching his head: "After you got drunk last night, Hiko did a lot of bad things, you’ll have to protect when she wakes up."
Miss Yako didn’t hear clearly what he said.
"I an, when Hiko drinks too much, her reason relaxes."
Miss Yako suddenly understood: "Did she go crazy on you too?"
Looks like Miss Yako was a victim too.
Fujiwara Reya sighed with a sad face: "Miss Hiko really is very wicked."
At that mont, Mrs. Kasahara woke up, grabbed the trash can and "yuck~". While vomiting the remnants from her stomach, she still managed to make a protesting sound of "oogah".
Mrs. Hoshimi and Fujiwara Reya exchanged a glance.
"Please be a gentleman and take care of her."
"I’m so unlucky..."
"Please don’t bla her too much, look at how Hiko is hugging the trash can accepting her punishnt. Also, we accompanied you to this place, all for you, don’t be ungrateful."
"Miss Yako is so gentle."
"Of course." Mrs. Hoshimi smiled softly.
"I’d love to date a black-haired straight girl like Yako."
Mrs. Kasahara lifted her face from the trash can: "Isn’t that Rinko?"
Mrs. Hoshimi blushed, clenched her little fists, staring at Fujiwara Reya: "Too much, Mr. Fujiwara is too much, always intentionally bringing up Rinko in front of !"
"Let’s kill him and take away all his property!" Mrs. Kasahara smiled sinisterly, with the expression of a rogue plotting to embezzle a shopkeeper’s wealth.
"Let’s go back to Tokyo!"
Fujiwara Reya laughed, rolling off the bed to pack his luggage.
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Ti swiftly turned to sumr again.
Upon waking in the morning, in the dim light of dawn, Fujiwara Reya could vaguely see the silhouette beside him, the white teeth peeking between the half-open lips and the snow-white delicate skin beneath the quilt.
The morning breeze blew in, gently rocking the tassels on the window curtains.
"My dear wife, how about a reward?"
"You little rascal. Alright, just a little." Kawashima Miki said in a cute voice.
After giving him a peck, Mrs. Miki got up and put on a black velvet robe.
The seven-month belly repeatedly sent waves of shivers.
Thankfully she actually got pregnant that ti.
Otherwise, what Fujiwara Reya would face would be hell.
"Miki."
Fujiwara Reya hugged her from behind.
His hand unknotted the robe’s tie.
Mrs. Miki shook her head in refusal, with nothing worn under the robe, she knelt down in the dim light of dawn.
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