"Anyway, you're just a bad guy."
"But the responsibility lies with you."
"With me?"
"Because teasing Miss Miki is so much fun."
"Next time I'll show you the power of the Empress!" Kawashima Miki scolded in embarrassment and irritation. She intended to go out and enjoy the sea breeze but ended up leaning limply against him, her pretty face flushed.
Fujiwara Reya glanced at the clock; it was nearly two in the afternoon.
Miss Miki seemed a bit tired now, yet reluctant to return to bed. She nuzzled against his shoulder, enjoying the rare intimate moment, as Fujiwara Reya took the opportunity to ask once more, "You like it, don't you?"
"I already said I hate it." Kawashima Miki's proud tone showed no sign of compromise.
"Then why does your face look..."
"Why am I so easily fooled?"
Fujiwara Reya found her self-deprecating tone increasingly endearing, reaching from behind to put his hand on her chest.
