"What's wrong?" Natsuki Kuri asked curiously.
Fujiwara Reya hesitated to reveal the reason and casually replied, "Twisted my ankle."
"It looks more like your waist," Natsuki Kuri said with a mischievous grin, glancing at his pants while lightly pinching her favorite Koriya with her snow-white wrist, "I know the Snow Woman's constitution, why are you lying to your aunt?"
"It's really not!" Fujiwara Reya said calmly.
Natsuki Kuri looked at his feigned bravado and immediately put on an enticing, spring-like charm.
"If it's not, then prove it to me." She suddenly turned around, knelt down on the ground. Her slender waist and perky backside outlined an alluring curve beneath her tight dress, fully accentuating her elegant and noble aura.
"..."
Fujiwara Reya was quite puzzled.
Auntie was definitely teasing him, he was very clear about that.
"Come on." Natsuki Kuri wiggled her hips provocatively, seeming sure that Fujiwara Reya knew what she was thinking and wouldn't make a move.
