"If I had known, I would have come over the moment I woke up..." Fujiwara Reya said with some regret.
Mrs. Kasahara had a splendid smile at the corner of her mouth: "It's not too late now."
From the bath, the faint sound of water could still be heard.
Could it be Yako... Fujiwara Reya rushed in immediately.
"Stop!"
A clear, cool voice came through the curtain.
It was Amaterasu's voice.
An unknown wind lifted the red curtain high.
A stunning figure appeared in the bath.
Amaterasu was dozing off by the side of the bath, her fair skin softly shimmering with a mysterious glow, beautiful and pure. By the edge, Mrs. Hoshimi was half-kneeling, massaging her shoulders.
In the soft light, Yako's profile was as serene and elegant as ever.
Her hair was also slightly wet, draping over her shoulders like unbraided seaweed, soft and flowing.
"How can I trouble Yako with something like this, of course, let me..." Fujiwara Reya volunteered enthusiastically.
