He suddenly reached out, grabbed the junior's arm, and pulled her into his embrace.
"Ah..." Kasahara Asuka sighed deeply, then looked up.
Her previously sullen expression turned into one of resignation. She quietly lifted her small face, her watery tea-colored eyes gazing up at Fujiwara Reya, while her slender fingers gently pinched his cheek and pulled outward, her orange hair swaying in the sea breeze.
"Did Miss Miki upset you?" Fujiwara Reya toyed with her strands of hair, occasionally bringing them to his nose to sniff the sweet scent of oranges.
"Hmph, a woman who runs a club like that can't compare to me..." Kasahara Asuka smirked.
Though she was smiling, her eyes and tone were as cold as ice, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Insolent!" Fujiwara Reya knocked on her head without mercy. "I've told you many times not to judge a person just based on their background, haven't you remembered?"
"But she does run a club like that!" Kasahara Asuka stated bluntly with a cold voice.
