*Even though she intensely longed to meet in private, when they truly met, Kawashima Miki still couldn't let go of her reserve.* Although her lavish attire was meant to impress him, there was no way she could voice such lowly words.
This was the moment to test Fujiwara Reya's skill.
Clearly, the lady was still angry, not wanting to talk to him, and even less keen to see his face.
If he could soothe her, tonight would be a lovely evening. If not, he would be facing a severe chaotic scene tonight.
"Could you let go of me first, ma'am?" Fujiwara Reya inquired.
Kawashima Miki shrugged slightly, indicating that it was impossible.
"Ah, petite, round, smooth fragrant shoulders, plus the lady's gentle oval face, a perfect beauty from Capital City," Fujiwara Reya asked, feigning distress, "But why would such a lady bite?"
Kawashima Miki turned her head to look at him, "I can even eat you!"
"Let me see your teeth," Fujiwara Reya said.
