Natsuki Kuri glared at him with disappointment, then grabbed Kawashima Miki’s wrist to prevent her from going berserk and committing murder on the spot.
Fujiwara Reya placed Yukino Ritsuko down, smiling innocently as he faced Kawashima Miki: "This is the Snow Woman, you’ve met her before. Madam, I wasn’t lying to you, was I?"
Kawashima Miki glanced sideways at Yukino Ritsuko.
The last time they met, Miss Yukino was already very beautiful in her simple home attire. Now, in a splendid white dress, with her Snow Woman form revealed, she looked even more stunning than a goddess. Especially with that beautiful and enchanting face constantly exuding a lonely and sorrowful aura, it truly made one feel protective and tender towards her.
Yukino Ritsuko’s long eyelashes fluttered slightly as she kept her lips pursed, saying nothing.
Before coming to Hidden God Town, they had already met in the bakery, and Fujiwara Reya had mentioned then that she was his wife. Therefore, seeing Kawashima Miki this time, she wasn’t surprised, nor was she embarrassed. Everyone here is a supernatural being, no need to talk about human morality. Besides, she was originally an emotionless Snow Woman, she wouldn’t care about whatever dissatisfaction Luo Xinfu might feel.
No one spoke for a moment, and the atmosphere grew a bit awkwardly cold.
Fujiwara Reya’s eyes darted around quickly, and he spoke to Natsuki Kuri: "Auntie, could you take Yukino to meet Aunt Qing? I need to have a word with Miki."
"You go with me!" Yukino Ritsuko’s small hand tugged on his hand, refusing to let go.
"It’s okay, it’s just to measure the size, so they can rush to make the clothes overnight." Fujiwara Reya patted her cold long hair.
He had performed this action countless times on Snow Treasure.
The feeling shared with Snow Treasure, Yukino Ritsuko naturally also felt the affection in it. She pouted slightly, dropped her head, and silently moved beside Natsuki Kuri.
"Following this scumbag, what bad luck." Natsuki Kuri glared at Fujiwara Reya, naturally took Yukino Ritsuko’s hand, and then walked straight into Aunt Qing’s room.
"Come with me!" Kawashima Miki turned around and started walking.
Fujiwara Reya followed behind her.
On the way, they met a maid, he gave a few instructions, and continued forward.
In the dim corridor, Kawashima Miki wore a short robe, her large expanse of skin, white as snow, seemed to glow. Her jet-black, shiny hair clung softly to her back, still slightly damp. Beneath the robe, a stretch of white thigh was exposed.
"Madam, did you just bathe in the hot spring?" Fujiwara Reya walked up and asked.
Kawashima Miki remained silent.
"Every time I see you, Madam, you seem to have gained another touch of beauty and allure."
Still, Kawashima Miki ignored him.
After rounding a section of the corridor, she continued taking Fujiwara Reya for quite a distance before stopping.
This was a field with a vineyard and a patch of white potato land, nearby was a quiet forest from which owl hoots echoed. Upon reaching here, Kawashima Miki stopped walking and surveyed the surroundings.
The moonlight illuminated the tilled soil in the field, resembling a mountain range map, quite suitable for burying someone alive.
"There are chairs in the vineyard." Fujiwara Reya thoughtfully pointed out.
Kawashima Miki bowed her head and crawled under the grape arbor.
Fujiwara Reya followed her in.
In the dim vineyard, the vivid framework was lit by moonlight, the shadows of the dried grape leaves fell on the straw-covered ground. Fujiwara Reya carefully wiped the wooden chair with his sleeve and pulled Kawashima Miki to sit down, with many ripened grapes hanging overhead.
Kawashima Miki remained silent.
Fujiwara Reya twined a vine around his fingers.
In the silence, he occasionally glanced at Kawashima Miki’s elegant profile and the soft hair extending past her shoulders, unable to discern what she was thinking... Miss Miki was , whenever she had emotions, she would say nothing, leaving him to guess.
Moonlight shimmered slightly on the grape leaves.
A silent moment passed.
Fujiwara Reya took a slow breath.
It was about time, he had to start sweet-talking.
The matter of an open relationship had been discussed early on, Miss Miki surely had mentally prepared for it, she wouldn’t leave him just because of this. But even if she could accept it, being unhappy was certain, so he still needed to appease her. He didn’t think a woman’s bad temper was inappropriate, in his eyes, a woman without a temper was no different from a vase.
Kawashima Miki suddenly turned her head, gazing at Fujiwara Reya with crescent-like eyes, her lips curling as she said, "What? Not talking anymore? Weren’t you always shouting about wanting an open relationship? How come now you’re silent, afraid I’ll eat you?"
He had prepared so many words, and just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by this spell suddenly.
Fujiwara Reya felt somewhat helplessly stifled.
Looking at the softly smiling Kawashima Miki, he couldn’t figure out what she was thinking, and instinctively felt slightly guilty. He lowered his head a bit, plastered on a smile, and said: "Ah, haha... Madam sure knows how to joke, I wouldn’t dare think that much, having you by my side is more than enough."
"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki maintained a cold expression.
At this moment, not a single star could be found in the sky, only a thick nearly full moon hung there. In the clear white moonlight, Fujiwara Reya noticed Kawashima Miki’s pupils gradually turned purple.
This is heading for a bloodshed rhythm.
"Calm down, listen to me first!" Fujiwara Reya swiftly slipped off the bench, sat on the ground, and hugged her legs, resting his face on her knees, "We’re getting married tomorrow, don’t get upset. Why not keep a good mood for a nice sleep?"