Mrs. Kasahara's lips involuntarily curled up at the corners.
Like coaxing her husband to hurry up with chores, she gently held Fujiwara Reya's hand and said, "Let our daughter sleep on the bed; I'll squeeze in on the sofa with you. You need to work hard in the future, strive to buy a bigger apartment, so you and I can also have a big bed to sleep in..."
"Sounds good to me." Fujiwara Reya playfully turned off the lights in the room, saying to Kasahara Fumi with a hint of humor, "Did you hear what Mom said? Hurry back to bed and sleep."
"Sigh..."
In the dimming room, the sigh of Kasahara Fumi was filled with familiar undertones.
Mrs. Kasahara grabbed Fujiwara Reya's arm, playfully scolding, "You are so bad."
This exaggerated flirtation, only she could perform so skillfully and seamlessly. In the darkness, Fujiwara Reya looked at her directly: "Could anyone be worse than you?"
