Natsuki Kuri urged.
"Alright, I'll make it up to you later..." Fujiwara Reya stopped talking.
Natsuki Kuri's little mouth half-opened, then she reached her hand to cover her red lips.
On that stunningly cold and arrogant face, her fragrant cheeks slightly puffed up, her elegant brows showing traces of struggle, looking incredibly enchanting.
"Right, Koriya..."
"What?"
"Tamamo-mae's soul is too powerful, um... I can't completely control it all at once..."
Fujiwara Reya held her tightly, with a bit more strength: "I'll take you to find Inari for a solution."
"No need, I can manage myself..." Natsuki Kuri's face was flushed like the clouds at sunset, a few strands of her disheveled red hair sticking to her lips. She panted, speaking haltingly: "It's just that occasionally there might be some problems, be prepared..."
"What problems?"
"Not telling you..."
Suddenly, Fujiwara Reya felt something was wrong.
