"Hmm, hmm..."
A sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz came out from the slightly parted red lips.
Kawashima Miki crossed her arms, trying hard to display a shy emotion, blushing as she stared at her high heels, speaking rather ambiguously, "As long as Master Fujiwara needs, I'll do anything..."
"?"
Madam, something's off with you!
Fujiwara Reya felt really strange.
The conversation now seemed to have turned into him threatening her with something, like dancing on the edge of crime.
A young, beautiful, and wealthy lady, you wouldn't want to be killed by your husband's spirit, right?
How about this, let's NTR him in front of his ghost, and I'll protect you from being harmed...
Click, click.
What a plot from a cheesy movie.
"Click~"
The door beside them opened, and a young woman peeked out, looking over here.
"Is Fujiwara Reya here?" she shouted.
"Yes, I am." Fujiwara Reya stood up.
