In this dance, her gaze was serious and focused.
The Snow Woman dancing on the bed sheet, her body as lithe as it could be. In Fujiwara Reya’s eyes, she smiled as she raised her left hand, stood on her tiptoes, and lifted her other leg to the maximum split. She seemed to be entranced by her own dance, almost forgetting herself, as if she were being controlled by something, showing a slow and languid expression.
For the final move, she untied the robe’s belt, tilting her head slightly as she looked indifferently at Fujiwara Reya.
The pure and flawless Snow Woman struck a pose of invitation, the room rippling with the atmosphere of late spring. Fujiwara Reya’s heart beat faster, as he moved closer and embraced her. The robe had slipped down her back, his hands could feel the tie against her back, her delicate skin as smooth as jade.
"What was that just now?" Fujiwara Reya asked.
"A Snow Woman doesn’t casually dance for someone, unless it’s the only person who can enter her heart..." Yukino Ritsuko whispered into his ear, using the coldest and most heartless voice to tell the most moving love words, "The dance just now tells the story of a great lord from the Capital City who traveled to Hokkaido, where he met a local girl..."
The story was a very clichéd one.
The girl was a Snow Woman, and in the end, the lord from Kyoto became a heartbreaker, leading to the Snow Woman digging out his heart.
"That was when I was six or seven years old, on a snowy day, my grandmother taught me this dance and told me never to fall in love easily... My grandmother had a very serious expression back then, thinking back now, I realize that expression held sadness. It’s a pity my grandmother was killed by humans, otherwise, she could have seen Little Yukino grow up..."
Even when saying such things, Yukino Ritsuko’s face remained cold, without any expression.
Only those blue eyes revealed an extreme purity of sorrow...making Fujiwara Reya’s heart ache, as he reached out to grasp her palm. It was as if he held a handful of cool, beautiful jade, the chill penetrating to his very core.
Yukino Ritsuko reversed her hand to grasp his.
No expression, no words, just a gentle nod.
Their gazes met, and in that instant, a clear and intense light flashed through her eyes. Fujiwara Reya understood her determination—the truth could no longer be changed, I have now decided on you.
Fujiwara Reya withdrew the hand embracing her from her back, lifting her chin slightly. Her delicate chin beneath those fine features felt like a small ivory chess piece held in his hand.
Yukino Ritsuko’s face was covered with a broad frost, her elegant nostrils quivering.
It was as if his inner being ignited all at once, the fire leaping and escalating.
Yukino Ritsuko cupped his cheeks with her hands, intoxicated by the indescribable sensation of those moist lips. Thus, the whole world seemed to melt like a sugar cube in hot tea, releasing unparalleled sweetness.
With the robe lifted, her flawless fair skin emitted an irresistibly alluring fragrance.
Yet Yukino Ritsuko remained cold and indifferent.
She did not utter a word of refusal.
The silent rejection and silent seduction were indistinguishable, she indeed lured infinitely, yet subtly rejected. But soon, under the influence of the Snow Woman’s nature, Fujiwara Reya clearly saw the blush emerging on her face, and a charming demeanor began to manifest. The hand supporting her back also sensed a profound yet bashful emotion. It was as if she could not resist, reclined on her silver-white hair, as if lying on snow illuminated by moonlight.
The treacherous and rugged road leading here no longer existed.
On the road ahead, there were enchanting, bright vistas as far as the eye could see.
Yukino Ritsuko’s cheeks glowed with a subtle, elusive smile, the scattered hair on her cheeks and her clear eyes naturally exuded a sense of joy. In the dim light, her silver-white hair intertwined with his body, the scattered hair on her cheeks becoming a symbol of love.
Amid the haloed clouds, the moonlight poured all around.
Clouds connected one after another, the stars numbered few, and in the darkness came the faint sound of a board window being prized open. At the same time, a thin stream of moonlight streamed in, Mrs. Kasahara’s eyes darting around, filled with mischievous intent.