With her back to Fujiwara Izaya, Kawashima Miki picked up a glass of wine and opened her mouth slightly.
Between the moist lips, a wisp of green smoke curled out and slowly fell into the wine like a weight.
The smoke gradually merges with the wine, like ice melting in water, and there is no difference in appearance.
As a male killer, this is the unique talent of the bride, a kind of smoke with hallucinogenic effects.
It is usually stored in the lungs, but can be released directly without demonic power when needed, directly hypnotizing and bewitching the other party, making them obey orders obediently.
Gently shaking the wine glass to let the smoke melt evenly into the wine, Kawashima Miki turned around and handed it to Fujiwara Izaya slowly.
"No, no..." Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook his head to express his refusal.
"Don't you dare to drink, little mage?" Kawashima Meiji murmured in her sleep.
The tip of her pink tongue licked her lips a few times intentionally or unintentionally, as if sending out some kind of signal, which was very deceptive.
"What kind of wine is this?" Fujiwara Izaya, his heart pounding, took the glass.
"It's the same as the name of the store, called Empress." A charming smile appeared on Kawashima Meiji's face, "It's very spicy and thorny at first. After you slowly tame it, you can feel its long and passionate charm. It's easy to get addicted.
Yo."
"I don't quite understand this." Fujiwara Izaya took a small sip.
After tasting it carefully for a long time, I couldn't taste anything except the spicy taste.
"Drink like me."
Kawashima Miji picked up another glass of good wine, shook it a few times, took a small sip, closed her eyes and let the flavor of the wine penetrate into her body.
"The taste is very subtle." She closed her eyes and said appraisingly: "It's spicy enough, it's choking, and the first experience is very rough, but after that it has a long and deep feeling. You can't taste it, it's so disappointing."
"I'm quite stupid," Fujiwara Izaya rubbed his dizzy head, "I can't put the stamps on the right place, I often press the wrong phone number, and I often forget to buy ingredients to fill up the refrigerator. In short, I'm quite stupid."
"Don't you think you are being modest?" Kawashima Miji held up the wine glass, and the pink and blue light of the chandelier swayed slightly with the wine in the glass.
"Haha, you guessed it." Fujiwara Izaya took a sip of the spiked cocktail in the cup and reiterated: "It's very late, we have to go to the scene to see it."
Kawashima Miji's eyes were slightly confused, but she quickly calmed down.
This little guy, why is he so stubborn? Do you really need your sister to take action before you can calm down... In order to continue to delay time, she had to pretend to be tired, lean on the back of the chair, relax her body and close her eyes, her eyelashes occasionally fluttering
Trembling slightly.
"Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya asked doubtfully.
Kawashima Miji slowly opened her eyes and looked at her watch.
Fujiwara Izaya also looked at his watch. It was almost eight o'clock in the evening.
"I'm sorry, I want to chat here for a while," Kawashima Miji said with a naughty smile and asked him: "Order something to eat now, or do you want to eat it later after exercising?"
"sports?"
Fujiwara Izaya was stunned.
"It's rare to come here, little mage, isn't it just for a look?" Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth, and after a slight hesitation, she put her shoulder lightly on his shoulder as if she had made a decision, "Cultivation and cultivation first.
Emotions before moving on to the next step.”
"..." Fujiwara Izaya looked at her face silently.
Staring at such a beautiful face at such a close distance, it felt as if I was attracted by something strong. It was a strange feeling. I could feel the plumpness of her body on my arms, and her skin was warm and refreshing, like sleeping on a spring day on a sunny afternoon.
Wilderness.
The more I look.
The more dizzy my head becomes, the hazier the vision becomes.
After a while, Fujiwara Izaya started to chat casually in order to relieve the unnatural feeling: "My wife's bun is very beautiful."
"Thanks."
Kawashima Meiji gritted her teeth and replied.
It was the first time for her to make such a big sacrifice, which was very unnatural both psychologically and physically. She could only keep comforting herself in her heart that she shouldn't care about being taken advantage of by a dying person, so as to calm herself down.
After calming down, Kawashima Miji raised her head and looked into his eyes: "You are complimenting my hair, but that is not entirely true. My hair constitutes some other suggestive scene in your mind, such as
Like the men and women at the next table, right?"
"No, no," Fujiwara Izaya quickly shook his head, "I was just talking about your hair."
"..."
Kawashima Meiji was so angry that she clenched her fists.
She was 100% sure that this hateful little priest didn't understand, or he was just pretending to be stupid.
"Okay, madam," Fujiwara Izaya pushed her away with some reluctance, "It's time to go to the next place, otherwise I have to go home."
Kawashima Miji pointed to the wine and raw oysters on the table: "How about we leave after eating?"
She needs to wait a little longer.
The amount I injected just now is enough to charm a high-level monster, and it only takes three to five minutes for it to take effect.
Fujiwara Izaya followed her words and ate a little.
I have to say, these oysters taste really good, as if they were just fished out of the sea, with the smell of the sea.
"By the way, I haven't asked the little mage about some questions yet," Kawashima Miki asked while peeling oysters from the shells with a fork, "Why did you reopen Asakusa Shrine?"
"I like the environment there," Fujiwara Izaya wiped his lips with a napkin, "Although everything is shabby, the best thing is that it has the breath of nature."
"Have you ever thought of selling it?" Kawashima Meiji asked, her voice soft and clear, without any pretentiousness.
"No!" Fujiwara Izaya shook his head firmly.
"But isn't the little mage afraid that people will miss him?" Miji Kawashima brought the oyster to his mouth with a fork, "You know, in the Asakusa area, the land that is as big as two football fields will be very large when developed.
A fortune.”
"What's the difference between worrying about my things and seeking death?" Fujiwara Izam shrugged nonchalantly and ate the meat that came to his mouth, "By the way, I've always had a question, how old is your wife this year?"
Kawashima Miji didn't answer, and stared at him with an annoyed expression.
"Can't ask?" Fujiwara Izaya looked at her strangely.
"In a custom shop, you can't ask your age!" Kawashima Miji said angrily, "That's the rule!"
"Write it to me with a pen?"
"That's one of the rules."
"But, Madam, you are not a woman of customs," Fujiwara Izaya looked at her expectantly, "Why can't you say that? Or maybe, Madam is planning to go to sea tonight? If that is the case, then I will definitely agree to let Madam serve.
.”
"...Don't say such shameful things."
Kawashima Miji bit her lower lip, showing a shy expression.
So angry!
I really want to slap him to death.
But the goal has not been achieved yet, so we need to be patient and patient!
In order to change the topic, Kawashima Meiji asked with a shy smile: "How old is the little mage this year?"
"17," Fujiwara Izaya replied, and continued to ask: "Where is your wife?"
"Also 17." Kawashima Meiji covered her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes charming, "I still feel very young for the first time, thanks to the little mage."
"Really 17?" Fujiwara Izaya clearly didn't believe it.
"Well, it's 17. I'm not going to lie to you," Kawashima Miji leaned over again, grabbed his shoulders with both hands and shook him: "What do you suspect? Don't I look like 17?"
This gesture was very similar to that of a girl acting coquettishly with her boyfriend. For a moment, Fujiwara Izaya felt an impulse in his heart, but he quickly snuffed it out.
"It's not like that." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head and told me frankly, "My wife looks like she is above 20, at least 25."
"Am I so old?" Kawashima Miji said sadly.
"No, no, 25 is not old." Fujiwara Izaya comforted, "Girls are boring, but women of my wife's age are more interesting."
"Huh?" Kawashima Meiji was interested in waiting for the next chapter.
"Nine out of ten young girls are the embodiment of boredom," Fujiwara Izaya said, thinking of Asuka's schoolmate, half helpless and half amused: "Of course they didn't notice this. They are young, beautiful, and have no interest in the world.
Everything is full of curiosity and thinks that everything should revolve around itself."
"You hate young people?" Kawashima Miji asked funnyly.
"No, on the contrary, I quite like it," Fujiwara Izaya looked at her charming face, "When I'm with them, they always remind me of when I was a boring young man. How can I say this? It's extremely wonderful.
memories."
Kawashima Meiji chuckled and corrected him: "You are only 17 years old, don't pretend to be mature."
"Just assume that I am a 35-year-old uncle." Fujiwara Izaya laughed along with her.
"Okay, uncle..." Miji Kawashima stuck out her tongue playfully and asked with bright eyes: "Uncle, do you want to go back to being eighteen years old again?"
"No." Fujiwara Izaya replied firmly, "I don't want to go back at all."
"You said you don't want to go back...are you serious?" Kawashima Miji didn't seem to understand his answer.
"Of course."
"Why?"
"Because it's good now."
Fujiwara Izaya thought to himself, I would be sick if I left the young master alone and went back to being a high school senior at the age of eighteen.
"I don't believe the little mage's answer." Kawashima Miji held her chin in her hand and thought deeply.
"I didn't lie to my wife." Fujiwara Izaya promised.
"Both little boys and grown men are full of lies." Kawashima Miji chuckled for a while, then took a sip of cocktail: "So, the little mage likes a senior sister?"
"Of course, like a wife," Fujiwara Izaya answered readily.
"Thank you." Kawashima Meiji lowered her head shyly.
'A lot of lies!'
The two monsters cursed each other mentally at the same time.
"Have you ever thought about being eighteen again?" Fujiwara Izaya asked her the same question.
"Well..." Kawashima Miji bit her lower lip and pretended to think about it, "Probably not. I think it's pretty good now."
After that, she looked at Fujiwara Izaya's face again and added.
"When you get older, you can have a sense of accomplishment by eating little boys."
"I like to take the initiative, why don't you let me eat it..."
By this time, Fujiwara Izaya was already unable to hold his tongue straight.
The hallucinogenic smoke was working... Kawashima Miji felt a little excited. She couldn't wait to stretch out a white and slender finger and gently lifted Fujiwara Izaya's chin, "It's loud, let's see who eats whom."
"
With a playful smirk on her lips, she stared at him like she was admiring a beautiful statue.
"Madam..." Fujiwara Izaya swallowed.
At this time, Kawashima Miji had a playful smirk on her lips, staring at him like she was admiring a beautiful statue.
In the eyes of Izaya Fujiwara, this badass woman's attitude has a charm index that is off the charts.
"Be good, little darling." Kawashima Miji held his chin with her fingers and moved it left and right to observe him repeatedly, "You look pretty good if you take a closer look."
"What do you mean, madam?" Fujiwara Izaya met her eyes, breathing heavily.
"I'm very picky about people's looks, but the more I look at your face, the more interesting it becomes..." Miji Kawashima observed it over and over again, then smiled condescendingly and contemptuously at him, "Looking at it a few more times, I feel like it's...
It’s okay for you to stay with me. How about this? How about you stay here from now on and serve me in daily life and food?”
“How to serve?”
Fujiwara Izaya picked up her beautiful black stocking legs and directly held her petite soles in his hands.
Even though they were far apart, with his keen sense of touch, he could smell the faint fragrance of her feet as long as he breathed a little harder. There was also a slightly sour smell of sweat mixed with it, plus a little bit of the leather smell of high heels.
Multiple flavors penetrated directly into his spleen and lungs, teasing his emotions particularly strongly.
"Listen to your wife," said Kawashima Miji, holding on to the sofa with both hands. She leaned her upper body back slightly and put her feet in his hands without taking them back. "If you perform well, your wife will naturally be rewarded; if you perform poorly, your wife will give you a heavy reward."
Punish you."
Fujiwara Izaya raised his head and looked at her face.
Under the pink-blue light, she looked like a different person. Her originally dignified and elegant oval face was now filled with a noble and cool temperament.
The eyes are as full as water, and the charming look is natural.
Maybe it's alcohol that boosts courage, or maybe raw oysters are really effective, or maybe he knows that Kawashima Miki has some strange thoughts about him. Now that Fujiwara Izaya is used to teasing, he even has the idea of playing a few tricks with this lady.
Behavior also began to become proactive.
"Eh, ma'am."
"Um?"
"I prefer another way of playing."
Kawashima Meiji subconsciously licked her red lips and asked him with interest: "How do you want to play?"
"On the other hand..." Fujiwara Izaya shook his head to dispel the feeling of dizziness, grabbed her feet with both hands and pulled her hard, "If your wife performs well, I can reward you. If your wife performs poorly, you have to accept my reward."
punish."
"Yeah~"
Kawashima Miji's body trembled suddenly.
She gritted her teeth, lowered her head, and looked at the boy's hand on the edge of her stockings, her body trembling slightly with anger.
"So soft."
Fujiwara Izaya praised.
Her fingers caressed the smooth skin of Kawashima Meiji's thighs, and gradually moved down to the lace at the end of the garter stockings. From the smooth and delicate skin to the obstructed stockings, her legs made an ambiguous rustling sound.
The soft and elastic touch gave Fujiwara Izaya great satisfaction, both physically and psychologically.