"Thinking about taking my things is no different from asking for death." Fujiwara Reya shrugged indifferently and ate the meat he brought to his mouth, "By the way, I've always had a question, how old are you, ma'am?"
Kawashima Miki didn't answer, glaring at him with a somewhat annoyed expression.
"Can't ask?" Fujiwara Reya looked at her curiously.
"In hostess bars, you can't ask about age!" Kawashima Miki said with feigned anger, "That's the rule!"
"Write it down for me?"
"That's one of the rules too."
"But ma'am, you're not a hostess," Fujiwara Reya looked at her expectantly, "Why can't you say it? Or do you mean, are you planning to start tonight? If so, I'd definitely agree to let you serve me."
"... Stop saying such embarrassing things."
Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip, showing an embarrassed expression.
So infuriating!
Really want to slap him to death.
But the goal hasn't been achieved yet, need to endure a bit more!
