"It's your own home, no need to dress up so formally." Fujiwara Reya teased her.
"How could you say that!" Mrs. Kasahara slightly bent over, drawing eyeliner in front of the mirror, "As a mother-in-law, I must always maintain my charm in front of my son-in-law. That way, you won't stray..."
Fujiwara Reya couldn't help but look down at her.
Due to her bending over, through the collar, a smooth curve could be vaguely seen, appearing lonely and fair in the dim light. Along the elegant line from throat to chest, there was something almost about to leap out. Her lips endlessly chattered while her eyes, focused on makeup, were full of lazy passion.
"Why won't the son-in-law stray if the mother-in-law has charm?" Fujiwara Reya asked curiously.
"Stop playing dumb." Mrs. Kasahara nervously scratched her ear with slender, slightly flushed fingertips, and said with a hint of defense, "You have such a wandering heart, if my charm wasn't big enough, could I hold onto you?"
