A feeling of weariness lingered between the two of them.
Fujiwara Reya stared into the darkness, pondering why Miss Miki was upset.
Either she felt lonely in Tokyo, annoyed at him for not visiting her for a month and a half, or she was letting her jealousy run wild again. If it was the former, she would have cooled off after they grew intimate, rather than continuing to sulk like this.
All things considered, it could only be that the petty Empress was jealous again.
Fujiwara Reya was quite confident in his judgment. If he couldn't even make this observation, how else could he maneuver among women despite being so obviously a player?
"Alright, I know I'm wrong." He gently stroked Kawashima Miki's head and kissed her forehead.
Kawashima Miki suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils shining with a mesmerizing violet light: "Mr. Fujiwara, what could you possibly be wrong about? Even if you were, there's no need to apologize to me."
"Still so stubborn."
"I like it this way."
