The waist was tied with a thin belt.
The fullness of the chest and the slenderness of the waist were perfectly outlined, and the body curves were astonishingly graceful.
On the ceiling, Luo Xinfu had spun a web and was sleeping atop it.
Seeing Fujiwara Reya carrying the Snow Woman in, Kawashima Miki put down her tablet, crossed her arms, and glared at him: "Who told you to come in?"
"Snow Treasure, come down first."
Fujiwara Reya patted the Snow Woman's shoulder, and after she floated down, he climbed straight onto the bed.
"Sit properly!" Kawashima Miki pressed her carefully manicured fingertip against his forehead as he tried to nuzzle closer.
"...I slept on the sofa all night," Fujiwara Reya had to change his tactic, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his embrace, "Doesn't my lady feel sorry for me now?"
"Do you think I don't know your body?" Kawashima Miki was both angry and amused by him.
