But her cheeks still flushed uncontrollably.
Unlike Mrs. Kasahara's noble allure, her blushing carried less of a cool elegance and more of a delicate charm. Like a bellflower trembling in a gale—fragile and captivating.
Tonight, Mrs. Hoshimi is so alluring... Fujiwara Reya found it quite unbelievable.
My Yako is just too cute... Mrs. Kasahara playfully reached both her legs out and used her toes to pinch and remove her friend's white socks. No matter how mischievous she was under the table, she pretended to be serious and lectured her daughter without missing a beat.
"Eat some vegetables, why are you only eating fruit? You refused to have dinner before coming, and now you're stuffing yourself with fruit. What if your stomach gets upset..."
"It's too hot to have an appetite—"
Kasahara Asuka hugged the fruit platter to her chest, her mouth completely stuffed.
"No more eating!" Mrs. Kasahara snatched the fruit platter away.
