"Put your hand out, idiot..." Mrs. Imperial continued to smile, but her smile now had a bit of coldness to it.
To Fujiwara Reya, that smile seemed to say, "Wow, you scumbag! I know your tongue is sweeter than honey and you're as bold as a beast, so why are you pretending to be a gentleman now? Can you hurry up and sweet-talk me with your foul mouth? What does it mean if you keep silent? Do you think that will make me care? Will I take the initiative then? Jerk—"
Mrs. Imperial is so cute~!
Fujiwara Reya stifled his laugh, stopped in his tracks, and retraced his steps.
"Hey, hey!"
Mrs. Imperial was instantly stunned.
"Wait a minute," she called out to Fujiwara Reya, raising her eyes in a pitiful plea, "Are you leaving already?"
The unique melancholic and misty eyes of a young wife were reflected in the evening sky, glimmering with a slightly orange hue.
Even if she was pretending, her posture made Fujiwara Reya exclaim, "What a beautiful middle-aged widow!"
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