"Hey," Fujiwara Reya asked nervously, "Can I hug you?"
Kasahara Fumi reined in her smile, her clear eyes staring at him unblinkingly: "Later, Asuka came into this world, and I gained the identity of being an elder sister..."
"Uh, that was my fault, please let me handle the problem." Fujiwara Reya took a deep breath and said to her, "Human hearts are complicated, delicate, clear, gentle — all kinds of things. Now is definitely not the time to confess everything to Xiangxiang, but I am confident I can make her aware of her mistaken mindset and help her achieve her wish of marrying the same man as her sister... Oh right, don’t you think we’ve already become pretty great? In moments , on a bright autumn afternoon, on a carefully manicured lawn, feeling the sunlight filtering through the leaves, talking, playing, embracing — this moment can truly transcend..."
His words were cut off by Kasahara Fumi in that kind of reproachful, detached tone.
"You’re such a chatterbox for a little patrol, if you’re gonna hug, do it fast."
Fujiwara Reya reached out and embraced this noble lady officer into his arms.
Inhaling the noble and intoxicating fragrance from her, he said: "What authority, Kasahara Police Chief!"
Kasahara Fumi glanced at him and couldn’t help but turn her eyes away: "Fujiwara Patrol, please remember, you are six ranks beneath me."
"Please, instruct me, Police Chief." Fujiwara Reya felt her extremely slender waist.
"As your superior, I will be stricter with you in the future."
"Equally strict, I won’t relax even in private time!"
"Doesn’t that make me quite pitiful?" Fujiwara Reya freed a hand to hold hers.
Kasahara Fumi kept a cool face: "If you can’t bear it, you can let go."
Her tender palm was slightly moist, feeling nothing like her expression, but rather soft and warm like a girl’s.
"Can I make a small request?"
"Speak, as your superior, I will consider the thoughts of my subordinates."
"Could you hold me too?"
Kasahara Fumi glanced around, then with her free hand, slowly wrapped it around Fujiwara Reya’s shoulder and embraced him.
"I’ve succeeded in my coup!"
Fujiwara Reya rested his cheek on her chest.
The tip of his nose touched her neck.
He swallowed the saliva in his mouth.
Kasahara Fumi’s body trembled slightly, her hand that was on his shoulder powerlessly slipping down to his back.
"I like you." Fujiwara Reya whispered softly.
"I also, uh... probably." Kasahara Fumi said, her cheeks flushed.
She truly didn’t know how to say it better, and this stammering was also the truth in her heart.
Fujiwara Reya’s nose moved back and forth on her neck.
His chin still resting on its original spot, gently rubbing, caressing.
Initially timid, then applying a bit more pressure, Kasahara Fumi slowly squinted her eyes, hugging him like a little cat tightly perched on a pine branch.
Sunshine and gentle breezes rustled through the grass and trees, the air touching their skin was comfortable, like the feeling of a freshly sewn shirt.
In the distance, faint sounds of footsteps and conversations could be heard.
Kasahara Fumi suddenly opened her eyes wide.
At that moment, she was lying on her back on marble, the hem of her scarlet kimono lifted, her pale thigh exposed in the sunlight. Fujiwara Reya’s hand clutched her scarlet collar, also perking up his ears.
"Didn’t you say sister was coming here?"
"To the Second Miss, indeed, the Eldest Miss was walking this way from Kaguraden at noon."
"Why haven’t I seen her?"
"Why not ask Mr. Fujiwara?"
"He was walking with the Eldest Miss."
The sounds abruptly stopped.
Through the gap between the trees, Kasahara Fumi could see, her younger sister was standing under an avenue tree in front of them, within five meters.
"What were those two doing?"
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"Oh, Second Miss, I’m sorry, I really didn’t see clearly..."
The conversation stopped there.
In the gentle wind, the younger sister’s footsteps were particularly loud as they sounded again. Perhaps her desire to catch up with her sister had become more urgent. Fujiwara Reya saw her walking straight ahead, not bothering to notice what was there in the woods beside her.
Back to focusing, he looked at Kasahara Fumi.
Just like someone who had made a mistake, her eyes were filled with guilt... Amongst her red kimono and orange hair, only that beautiful side profile was pure white.
Fujiwara Reya touched his face to hers.
Her cheek was warm and moist, and she whispered something to Fujiwara Reya’s ear. But the voice was so soft, he didn’t hear it clearly. When he wanted to ask again, she had already risen from the marble and chased after her sister.
The autumn breeze exhibited a tender demeanor, unwaveringly reverberating across her back.
There is still a long way to go... Fujiwara Reya turned, departing happily in the opposite direction.