Speaking of the chairman, Kasahara Fumi suddenly felt guilty again.
"Don't rush, sit down properly!" Fujiwara Reya gave a slightly smug and elegant smile.
Kasahara Fumi, resigned, had to lower her waist again, sitting with her delicate hips slightly raised.
As she bent down a bit more, the intricate wedding dress made a rustling sound. Her snow-white, beautiful jade-like feet were slowly covered by the hem, exuding a refined and noble beauty.
Fujiwara Reya poured some water into the teapot and then placed the pot on the stove.
The fiery red charcoal burned leisurely. He fanned with a small golden screen while saying, "After you returned to the inner courtyard today, I was taking a walk... and saw someone who surprised me greatly. May I ask why you didn't tell me first...?"
His tone was quite understated.
But as soon as the words were out, Kasahara Fumi immediately raised her head.
This question was hard to explain, and she instinctively sensed trouble, feeling a dry mouth.
