At this time, the kid said in a tone that was either admonishing or giving up: "Are you going to continue to do what you did before? To be honest, it doesn't matter to me whether you will be sad or miserable in the future. You are very capable.

And I have a smart mind, so I will be fascinated by you. But if this continues for a long time... you will collapse."

After saying that, the kid fell silent and stopped talking.

Kawashima Miji also laughed.

"Yes." She said, "I might as well... follow your advice."

Without waiting for the kid to speak, she added: "But you have to say something considerate...

The sound was blown away by the spring breeze.

Although the kid didn't hear clearly, he understood what she meant, so he nodded.

Under the blooming cherry blossoms, Kawashima Meiji put on new cherry-colored clothes, and only the dancing petals could be seen in the field of vision.

"The matter has come to this, I will not admit defeat in front of you, I will live stronger than you and anyone else. Because..."

She said quietly and resolutely: "...This is the principle of marrying a bride."

The screen pauses here.

"ah--"

"Asshole, don't touch my butt——"

In the thick steam, Kawashima Miji fluttered in the bathtub.

After taking a few sips of her own bath water and coughing violently, she finally came back to her senses. She leaned on the edge of the bathtub, recalling the contents of her dream, and looked at the chandelier in the bathroom.

"Really..." she muttered, "Kawashima Miki, you idiot, how could you convince yourself to give it for free!"

But now that the matter is over, there seems to be nothing to worry about.

From now on, I should accept him more, Kawashima Miki thought. I should understand his thoughts and hug him tightly.

Anyway, this is what I want.

Even if it's just for a moment, it's enough to feel at ease.

Thinking of this, Kawashima Miji took a deep breath.

My heart felt empty, a little relieved, and a little sad. The bright light above my head shone brightly, like the first summer in my memory.

After getting out of the bathtub, Kawashima Miji looked at the mirror in confusion, combing her hair, putting on makeup, and applying brightly colored lipstick to her lips.

"g..." She poked her head out and asked, "What kind of clothes do you want me to wear?"

"Workplace attire!" Fujiwara Izaya replied without hesitation, "Sexy suspender bra and stockings, black red-soled high-heeled shoes, preferably a lady's hairstyle, and a pair of elegant gold-rimmed glasses."

"……abnormal!"

Kawashima Miji's face turned red and she cursed him in a low voice.

She came out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, walked into the large walk-in closet, half-bent, with her plump and white butt raised high, she stretched her two slender legs into her stockings one after another, and then straightened them up.

The waist was lifted to the middle of the thigh, and the socks were pinched and flicked with the fingers.

Then, put on your underwear, buckle the suspenders of the garter stockings on the lace crotch cloth around your waist, and finally pull the crotch a few times with your hands to correct the position.

The movements are so elegant and quiet, yet sexy and hot.

After putting on her socks and underwear, Kawashima Meiji turned around with a blushing face and glanced towards the living room. Without saying anything, she put on the silk shirt hanging in the closet, the kind that was thin and translucent. Then she put it on again.

Wearing a short skirt, I swayed and twisted my waist several times in front of the mirror.

"I'm so beautiful!"

After praising herself, Kawashima Meiji bent down again, found a pair of empty black red-soled high heels from the shoe cabinet, and put them on her black silk feet. Then, she straightened her clothes and hair, and turned around gracefully.

Come up and start practicing your expressions in front of the mirror.

While recalling Faye Dunaway's look in "Dragnet", she put on a cold expression.

Like a cold, sharp knife.

A calm and sexy workplace lady who goes well with formal suits.

Finally, she turned off the light and walked toward the living room with dry steps.

"Da, da, da, da..."

The voice is getting closer and closer, clear and loud, and very powerful. Just by listening to these capable footsteps, you can tell that the woman walking over is a strong career woman with a cold personality and a tough hand.

Fujiwara Izaya turned off the TV and straightened his back.

After a while, a beautiful lady wearing a black workplace skirt came into his sight.

She has a round and classic oval face, black hair elegantly tied on the back of her head, deep and sharp eyes, and sexy red lips, full of the unique charm of a mature woman. Her figure is undeniably good for her mother's appearance, and she is over 168 centimeters tall.

There is almost no trace of fat, her waist is slender, and her chest is round and plump. Black suspenders and black stiletto pointed high heels perfectly show off her perky buttocks. Her legs are well-proportioned and slender, and her whole body exudes the look of a working woman.

A breath of intelligence and competence.

"It's wonderful!" Fujiwara Izaya couldn't help but admired.

Wearing stockings and high heels with workplace attire, a lusty figure and an ascetic iceberg expression, he couldn't refuse this sentiment at all.

"snort!"

Kawashima Meiji has a frosty face.

As soon as she sat down on the sofa, she crossed her arms and crossed one leg without looking at anyone.

"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya came over, "Should we start directly, or should we talk about feelings first?"

Kawashima Meiji turned her head slightly and looked out the window, as if she was watching Ye Yu.

It seems like we need to talk about relationships first.

"Madam, this outfit looks really nice." Fujiwara Izaya decided to start by flattering her.

"Where is the best place to look?" Kawashima Miji turned around and looked at him with contempt, "If you can't say anything, I will trample you to death tonight."

"This hairstyle!" Fujiwara Izaya pointed at her hair tied behind her head. "It looks a bit messy, but it exudes an artistic atmosphere invisibly. The mess is full of the smell of stone. It looks professional at first glance.

Designed by a stylist.”

Kawashima Miji leaned on the sofa, put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, supported her chin, and glanced at him casually: "Really?"

When she was combing her hair just now, her mind was filled with memories of her dreams. How could she comb her hair well?

"Really!" Fujiwara Izaya nodded fiercely, "It's so charming that can't be described in words! (It just doesn't look like a designed hairstyle at all, so I can't even praise it.)"

Kawashima Mei remembered and touched her hair with her hands.

His eyes subconsciously avoided him for a moment, then turned back to Fujiwara Izaya indifferently.

"Then there are these black stockings." Fujiwara Izaya continued, "I have always believed that girls should wear white stockings to look pure and cute. Sisters should wear black stockings to look mysterious and sexy. And wives, of course, have to wear fleshy stockings.

Silk looks natural and gentle. Although I call Miss Meiji my wife, you are not really married after all, so the mysterious and sexy black silk is the perfect match for your temperament."

"Really?"

"real!"

Kawashima Meiji nodded dullly.

"Madam," Fujiwara Izaya sat over and asked, "Can we start?"

"I'm hungry!" Kawashima Miki suddenly stood up and walked towards the kitchen with brisk and sharp steps. Suddenly, a cold wind passed by, and Fujiwara Izaya suddenly flashed in front of her, "Sit down first and wait.

I'll get you something to eat."

"No need!" Kawashima Miji gave him a cold look.

As she said that, she walked around Fujiwara Izaya coldly and got into the kitchen.

"Let you pretend first, you will feel better later." Fujiwara Izaya scolded her, took out the bag that Dark Crow gave him, and began to play with the altar.

In the kitchen, Kawashima Miji took out a papaya from the refrigerator and happily dug into it with a spoon.

It’s so cool——

It's so cool to show off that brat!

Kawashima Meiji looked sweetly, and there was light flowing in her eyes.

seem……

After losing the hostile relationship, the kid's attitude towards her is no longer so hateful. In other words, now that I am one of his own, will he not be so rude?

Yes.

Just like how you treat Kasahara Fuka-Eri.

His performance was extremely respectful.

As long as he puts on that posture, he will never dare to make a mistake.

Thinking about this possibility, Kawashima Miji suddenly felt able to do it again.

But.
To be continued...