Mrs. Hoshimi sternly admonished at the same time: "Don't do that again... um... be gentler."
"Alright, that's enough." Fujiwara Reya withdrew his hand while returning to his human form.
Mrs. Hoshimi sat up straight, tidying her clothes.
Probably feeling that the earlier hit was too embarrassing, she lowered her head, not daring to look up. The window behind her faced the sea, with bright and splendid starlight falling on the upper part of her slender neck, even making her hair shimmer with starlight.
Fujiwara Reya gazed at her with a look of surprise.
Her fair, slender neck, with a hint of bluishness to its whiteness, and her well-proportioned shoulders were as beautiful as when they first met. Her small nose and mouth seemed delicate compared to her clear, large eyes. Upon closer inspection, the curve of her small nose was unusual and charming, a textbook example of an oriental beauty.
Beautiful indeed, but he had already appreciated her before.
