Kasahara Fuka-Eri was stunned for a while, as if she couldn't understand what happened at all.
Her face remained expressionless for a long time, as if it had become a blank sheet of paper.
The sliding door opened and the maid brought in the desserts.
The lemon soufflé was placed on the table, and the maid immediately turned around and went out. Kasahara Fuka-Eri opened the folding fan in her hand, covered her face, turned her head and only revealed a pair of eyes, staring at Fujiwara Izaya wordlessly.
After turning into red pupils, she looked more noble.
Fujiwara Izaya was also a little dazed.
To be precise, at this time, he felt exactly what a "beautiful woman" meant. However, what made him regretful was that although he was relatively close to her in space, he was relatively far away in time...
...If he reaches out to hug her with full of admiration, she might step on his face again... Why does this feel good?
After being spanked, Kasahara Fuka-Eri said nothing and her lips were very tight.
The roundness and beauty of her girlhood have long since disappeared from her body, and time has left a frank and sharp outline on her body. Her strong and old-fashioned character and unsmiling style have always been her characteristics, and there is a surprising amount of emotion in her red eyes.
There are traces of purple lines, just like the volcanic thunder produced by the violent collision of sand particles in the air during a volcanic eruption.
"Crack-"
A small sound of thunder sounded.
The hairs on Fujiwara Izaya's arms stood up involuntarily.
"Calm down, let's talk slowly!" He quickly put up a demonic barrier first.
"Crackling——"
The flames of the fire danced across the beauty's eyebrows, making the bright red mark even more beautiful.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glanced at him and asked coldly: "Why did you hit me?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked at Tsukuru, her lips slightly tilted.
As she pressed on, the muscles on her cheeks trembled like ripples, and a small dimple appeared on the right side of her face. This was the first time Fujiwara Izaya saw a dimple appearing on her face. If it was normal, he would definitely search for it.
I have been thinking of some nice things to say to Chen Zan, but now is not the time to say them.
"We are all the same monsters, and we shouldn't be like this." Fujiwara Izaya played the emotional card, removed the barrier, slowly sat back at the low table, and asked her: "Fuka Eri, what the chairman said before was angry.
The story with Lily is actually about you, right?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri stood and looked at him intently.
Her long-sleeved kimono is so gorgeous.
Although there are no fine patterns, the golden threads on the crimson belt are sparkling. To exaggerate, the whole room is reflected in the light. The young and beautiful enchantress stands tall and straight at the source of the light, looking like a human being.
The delicate white profile of her face is embossed, making people wonder whether she really exists.
"From that day on, I had doubts." Fujiwara Izaya said.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's tightly pursed lips revealed a slightly teasing curve.
"According to the chairman's character, she would not tell me such a useless little story for no reason. I thought about what she said that day. One rainy morning, she was going to pick flowers, and she met a group of people.
Fire. Then she took Lily back to Tokyo. Do you know what I was thinking at the time?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri still didn't speak.
But this time she sat down and saw the dessert on the table. She felt a little hungry, so she took it to eat.
"I remember that you eat a lot..." Fujiwara Izaya said in admiration, "You eat a lot, but you can still maintain a beautiful figure. Meiji must be very envious of you in her heart."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri glanced at the soufflé in her hand.
She seemed to regret eating this thing, but she still felt hungry and wanted to eat, so her eyes returned to Fujiwara Izaya opposite,
Facing his gaze, she scooped up a large spoonful and stuffed it into her mouth.
This silent movement was urging him not to talk nonsense.
"At that time, I was just thinking," Fujiwara Izaya sat upright, recalling the scene he imagined at that time, "In the rainy and misty mountain forest, the youthful and beautiful face of the chairman flashed under the white paper umbrella. She lifted the hem of her skirt lightly and came to
Arriving in front of the fire. And the wandering flame was cared for and pitied by the chairman. This was the supreme moment, right? Their lives have been intertwined since then..."
Kasahara Fukaeri remained silent.
Looking at his side face, her expression seemed to say "uncomprehensible".
One bite after another, she finished the two soufflés, wiped the corners of her mouth carefully with a napkin, and then she began to close her eyes and meditate. The enchantress with white hair and red eyes sat on her knees next to the stove, listening to the sound of burning charcoal and the bright light of the fire.
The light made her pretty face look rosy and warm, and her beautiful kimono seemed to come to life, shining. But her temperament was still cold.
Not long after, Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked up and said stiffly across the table: "It's just your guess."
"Yes, it's just a guess." Fujiwara Izaya was also looking at her.
With sparkling white hair hanging down, her appearance has not changed much and is almost the same as Kasahara Fuka-Eri before. Even her personality has not become hotter because of becoming Shiranui. Her expressionless face
The expression that emerged, I don't know whether it was disgust or a sneer.
"When I went home that day, the chairman gave me a bouquet of lilies." He continued, "At that time, I was following the fire and flowers to guess your identity. What the chairman said was so confusing that I was confused for a moment.
I didn’t have any clue for a while. But at that time, I was very sure of one thing: I spent the money anyway, so there was nothing to worry about.”
Kasahara Fuka-Eri bit her lip gently and measured the distance with her eyes.
After a while, she said softly: "Despicable..."
"...Hey, can you tell me something?" Fujiwara Izaya asked.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri thought for a moment.
"There's nothing to say," she refused. "I had just gained intelligence at that time, almost like a baby."
"Then we'll talk about it later."
Fujiwara Izaya put aside his curiosity at the right time.
The purpose of this trial has been achieved. You need to know how to give up when things get better. Although her expression of indifference to everything may contain extremely rich delicate emotions, if you try to trick her inner thoughts, the effect will probably be counterproductive.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri let out a long breath, as if her mood had come to an end.
"Fuka-Eri, listen." Fujiwara Izaya said, "Our identity and status seem to be very strong, but if there is any slight disturbance, it will suddenly sink. Given the current situation of mutual distrust between humans and monsters,
Look, once we sink, we can never come back. So, you understand?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri did not express any thoughts, just remained silent.
However, probably because she was emotionally affected by these words, she subconsciously changed back to her human form, curling up her knees slightly. The shoes under her kimono skirt were the Chinese-style embroidered shoes with peonies embroidered with them that she had picked up from the sea of fire.
, I don’t know how this shoe was not burned.
The hair bundle has been loosened.
The orange hair is long and beautifully shiny.
Fujiwara Izaya strikes while the iron is hot: "I will protect you!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri tilted her neck, looked at his face silently for a while, and said, "I am the boss."
"Is there a rule that subordinates cannot protect their superiors?"
"Subordinates cannot disobey their superiors' orders!"
"I like to go down and get up."
"..."
"Why don't you say thank you to me?"
"Thank you for what?"
"Thank you for protecting you." Fujiwara Izaya said seriously.
Kasahara Fuka-Eri looked down at the kimono on her body. The beautiful patterns reflected by the fire made her look a little lonely.
"You owe me two favors tonight." Fujiwara Izaya suddenly lay down on his side and looked through the bottom of the table at the small tips of the embroidered slippers on her feet. "The first time was when I took the pregnancy medicine left by my mother.
, turning you into the Demon King. The second time is my promise to protect you, you must know that I always keep my word."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's breathing was quick and her face turned red.
She bit her lip, moved her legs a little closer, and groaned: "I don't want..."
"Oh, of course, you don't have to pay back this." Fujiwara Izaya immediately added, "After all, you are the daughter-in-law and the wife. It is only natural and right for you to take your mother-in-law's pregnancy medicine and be protected by your husband."
"..."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri clenched her fists, feeling a little annoyed.
"Well...even though I don't have to pay it back, you have to be considerate of me at least, right?" Probably knowing that she wouldn't go crazy now, Fujiwara Izaya immediately moved over. His head slipped under the table to the opposite side, and he opened his mouth.
Mouth: "I'm a little thirsty."
You actually want me to feed you... Kasahara Fuka-Eri raised her pretty eyebrows, and her eyes immediately overflowed with murderous intent.
Fujiwara Izaya spoke softly: "If Xiangxiang knew that you robbed..."
"please!"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri quickly picked up the teapot, put the spout directly into his mouth and poured it out.
"GuluGulu~"
"Cough cough cough cough-"
Fujiwara Izaya almost choked to death.
It would be nice if she choked to death... Kasahara Fuka-Eri held back her laughter and looked away.
"Ahem, you are so hateful..." Fujiwara Izaya coughed awkwardly for a while before finally taking a breath, "I'm a little hungry, please give me something to eat."
"impossible!"
"Xiangxiang..."
"Come on, let's eat. Are two slices enough?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri picked up two pieces of sashimi and stuffed them into his mouth.
"Don't use chopsticks, just pinch it with your hands and put it in my mouth."
"Don't push yourself too far."
"Let me think about it, how can I make Xiangxiang reconcile with you..."
"Then I'll wash my hands."
Kasahara Fuka-Eri has never been more docile.
She washed her hands with tea, picked up two pieces of sashimi and stuffed them into Fujiwara Izaya's mouth.
No matter how humiliating it is, she seems to be able to endure it for the sake of her sister. Fujiwara Izaya chewed the sashimi, looked at her dazzling face in relief, and thought that if he kept using Xiangxiang to threaten, maybe he could make her
She gave herself up obediently tonight.
But that's not good.
Although he really wanted to tease Fuka Eri, he wasn't that nasty.
"Sister Fuka-Eri, you have to be careful in the future."
"What?"
"After getting married, I will become a more attractive man, and you will definitely be melted by me."
"Don't even think about it." Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned her head and admired the dancing fire.
There were only two of them in the room, and the bright firelight shining on her face was more beautiful than anything else.
"I've been thinking about it." Fujiwara Izaya replied.
"Is this what you call more attractive?" Fuka-Eri Kasahara looked at him sideways.
"What's the meaning?"
"Are you a fool?" Kasahara Fuka-Eri turned her eyes to the stove again, and said in a helpless tone, "Between me and Xiangxiang, you can only choose one. Currently, Xiangxiang is in front, and I will definitely not have a relationship with you.
Relationships and marriages are also fake, please don’t take them seriously.”
"You have no romantic thinking, I want to criticize you!"
"romantic?"
"Xiangxiang knows how to be romantic!"
"That's true."
"How romantic it is to marry the same man as my sister."
"?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri really wanted to kill him right now.
"That's it."
"What's the deal...ah!"
Fujiwara Izaya suddenly jumped up and grabbed her wrist.
Caught off guard, Kasahara Fuka-Eri was pulled by him to stand up. The tips of their noses were so close that he could even clearly see each of her slender and trembling eyelashes.
"What are you doing?"
Kasahara Fuka-Eri's other hand weakly pushed his chest, her voice was weak.
Fujiwara Izaya held her right hand with his left hand, and held her slender waist with his right hand, gently turning it in a circle, "From today on, my biggest goal in life is to help Xiangxiang realize that she wants her sister to marry the same man.
Dream. Hahaha——"
"If you talk nonsense to me again, I will... I will beat you to death."
The threat at this moment sounded more like flirting, Kasahara Fuka-Eri's cheeks were covered with glow.
After turning around a few times, the woman in his arms suddenly changed. Fujiwara Izaya quickly let go and ran towards the door with a smile.
"You're dead—"
Shiranui turned red with anger, her white hair dancing wildly, and shouted at him in a cute and fierce tone.
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After escaping from the room, Fujiwara Izaya walked towards the other side of the corridor with a proud look on his face.
During this trip home, not only did she develop the deepest bond with Riho Yukino, making Kawashima Miki willing to become the eldest lady, but she also learned Kasahara Fuka-Eri's true face. How could anyone be dissatisfied?
The three ladies each have their own beauty and complement each other.
Speaking of figures, Fuka-Eri is the tallest, followed by Riho, and now there is Miji. The three ladies are walking down the street together, with three beautiful faces arranged in a diagonal line. Just this alone can make people admire them for a whole day.
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Let’s talk about clothes, accessories and character.
The most interesting and charming one is, of course, Mrs. Mei Ke. She has a round face, regular facial features, and a plump and strong body. She looks elegant in a kimono and capable in a suit. Mrs. Riho is just the opposite, with an elegant oval face and a figure
She is slim, and looks best in a kimono with pictures of flowers, birds, and trees. Her temperament is as demure as that of a young lady who has lived in a boudoir for a long time. As for Fuka Eri, she always dresses like a government official, and her temperament is that of a prosecutor, and she often has a radiant face.
Glowing. In addition to wearing professional clothes, the most suitable clothes for her are the kind of crepe clothes with gorgeous patterns woven by noble families. The Tokyo-style plain striped kimono is completely inappropriate.
For such a woman to be able to marry someone is a blessing that many men can only dream of... Fujiwara Izaya thought excitedly in his heart, and even wanted to whistle.
As I turned the corner of the corridor, a familiar figure appeared in my eyes.
Yukino Riho, who was wearing wedding clothes, happened to walk from the corridor on the other side. Her embroidered shoes stepped softly on the wooden floor and made no sound.
Hearing the footsteps, she turned her head and looked over, showing her beautiful eyes and beautiful smile.
"Are you here to see Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya stepped forward and extended his hand.
"Well, that's right." Yukino Riho naturally put her hand on his palm, "My lady just sent a message and asked me to come over."
"Together."
Fujiwara Izaya held her hand tightly.
Opening the sliding door of the corridor and passing through a curtain, the appearance of two goddesses came into view. Amaterasu, wearing a men's kimono, had a pipe in his mouth and waved carelessly: "Come here and give me a squeeze on your shoulders."
I don’t know who I said this to.
Yukino Riho subconsciously walked forward, wanting to serve her.
"Don't worry about her." Fujiwara Izaya held her hand and said directly: "You are my wife now, not her maid, why are you talking to her?"
Yukino Riho bowed apologetically towards the lady.
Amaterasu hooked her finger: "Then do it."
Fujiwara Izaya's body flew forward uncontrollably.
Falling behind her, he put his hands on her shoulders and slowly started to rub them. All this was completely under the control of the Supreme God. Izaya Fujiwara yelled, "Don't you blush when you bully a child?"
Forced to serve her.
Having said that, squeezing the shoulders of the Supreme God is a kind of enjoyment after all. Although there is a layer of kimono on the surface, you can find out after you get started with it that it is just an illusion of clothes and has no entity.
Fujiwara Izaya's hands could directly touch the skin of her shoulders.
After all, she is the Supreme God. Every inch of her skin points directly to the ultimate direction of purification. The smooth skin is quietly shining, clear and soft, as if there is a long-lasting light treasure in her body, faintly transparent and cold. It is thousands of years old.
The old woman's skin is still delicate and energetic, every stripe is as clean as if it has been washed, and contains a majestic splendor that cannot be expressed in words.
"Madam." Yukino Riho came to the side and sat down.
Amaterasu glanced at her, raised his pipe and hit her on the head: "It's not good to be with anyone, but I have to be with this guy.uuReading www.uukanshu.com"
Yukino Riho was a little cautious and said weakly: "Fujiwara is very good to me..."
"He is good to all beautiful women." Amaterasu looked like he had come to his senses.
Master Fengshou added next to him: "When he was three years old, he knew how to take advantage of me when I was holding him."
"Hey, you are slandering!" Fujiwara Izaya retorted loudly, "Especially you, Amaterasu Omikami, instigated the relationship between husband and wife on the wedding night. This is the so-called supreme god...huh?"
The kimono on Amaterasu suddenly disappeared.
The delicate body of the Supreme God is presented, as flawless as finely crafted.
Fujiwara Izaya swallowed his saliva.
After taking a quick look, he quickly turned to look at Yukino Riho, showing his determination not to be tempted. However... Yukino Riho's expression didn't show anything strange, and he turned to look at Master Toyoshou again: "Master Toyoshou
...Won’t you give me some advice?”
There are question marks in the eyes of Master Fengshou.
Got it... Fujiwara Izaya returned his gaze to appreciate his exclusive benefits.
Anyway, this is most likely an illusion. Looking at the illusion, it shouldn't be considered cheating in front of Yukino Riho... right? Besides, even if it is true, the fault is not his. If you want to blame it, blame the Supreme God.
Living things cannot be understood using human thinking.
Love, love, desire, etc. are probably different things in her eyes.
Just like humans don't try to understand the thinking of ants, the Supreme God probably doesn't care what the little mountain god thinks when he looks at her body. She may be simply bored, like humans who pour boiling water on ant holes.
He was teasing Fujiwara Izaya, just like he had done countless times before.