I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 121 - 85. When Kasahara Fumi meets Kawashima Miki (achieved 10,000 characters)_3

Chapter 121: 85. When Kasahara Fumi meets Kawashima Miki (achieved 10,000 characters)_3

Kawashima Miki nodded: "Do you know who composed that piece just now?"

"Janacek." Kasahara Fukaeri answered accurately.

"Janacek." Kawashima Miki repeated, as if committing an important agreement to memory.

The Ferrari drove into Yoshiwara, the headlights illuminating the roadside greenery in a lush emerald glow, and familiar scenes came into view. Kawashima Miki drove into the parking lot, parked the car, and turned off the engine.

The two sat motionless in the car, waiting.

Everything in the car had stopped. The sound of the air conditioner faded away, the lights vanished, and only the subtle scent of rose air freshener, ingrained over the years in the dashboard and seats, lingered under their noses.

Kasahara Fukaeri thought for a long time and finally came up with something to say.

"Life is born unfair."

"Whose words?"

"John F. Kennedy."

"Who is he?"

"The 35th President of the United States."

"Oh, the one who was assassinated in an open-top car."

"Not going home?"

"Waiting for that little rascal."

"How does he know you’re here?"

"That dog has a keen nose."

"Oh..."

After a brief silence, Kasahara Fukaeri suddenly asked, "Are you really going to clean it up for him?"

"..." Kawashima Miki froze, then burst into laughter, her voluptuous body quivering, "Yeah, do you want to watch?"

Kasahara Fukaeri seriously contemplated this topic.

It wasn’t until a second before Fujiwara Reya appeared that she shook her head: "I don’t want to see."

In the next second, Fujiwara Reya, soaked to the skin, knocked on the driver’s side window.

Kawashima Miki rolled down the window, mischievously smiling, "Little brother, is there something you need from big sister?"

"Not looking for you!" Fujiwara Reya shoved her face aside and looked at Kasahara Fukaeri in the passenger seat: "Miss Kasahara, want to come up and sit?"

"Awo!"

Kawashima Miki bit his wrist directly.

Fujiwara Reya used his other hand to open the car door from inside and pulled her out, holding her around his waist like a drum.

"No hitting!" Kawashima Miki warned.

"I’ll hit you when we get home!" Fujiwara Reya said, holding a grudge.

"Put me down!"

"Won’t put you down!"

"Do you believe I’ll cry for you?"

"Go ahead and cry."

"I’m crying, I’m crying now!"

After a bit of fussing, Fujiwara Reya finally put Kawashima Miki down, tidily straightening her collar.

Kasahara Fukaeri, who had been watching silently, finally nodded gently: "Okay."

The three left the parking lot and took the elevator to the ninth floor.

As soon as they entered, Kawashima Miki gave Fujiwara Reya a kick in the butt, scolding, "Hurry and take a bath, don’t dirty my house."

Fujiwara Reya turned back to glare at her: "Madam, you are very brave!"

Currently, Kawashima Miki was dressed in the standard widow’s outfit, wearing a black poplin mourning dress with a black belt, carrying a small cloth bag. Her hair was elegantly and sorrowfully tied at the back of her head, revealing her slender, snow-white neck from the collar.

"Not as big as yours!"

Kawashima Miki looked quite displeased.

Checking the time, she impatiently said, "It’s almost noon, hurry and take a bath, then say what you have to say quickly and leave!"

Fujiwara Reya dryly responded with an "oh," heading towards the pool based on his memory of its location.

Watching their interaction, Kasahara Fukaeri then bent down to take off her high heels and coat. Guided by Kawashima Miki, her feet in stockings walked across the soft carpet into the resting area.

This was the ninth floor of the Empress’s domain, the resting area was spacious and from the balcony, the Skytree Tower was clearly visible.

The furniture wasn’t plentiful, but it was stylish, clearly expensive, and the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the table lamps were in an Italian style. freewёbnoνel-com

"Nice room." Kasahara Fukaeri admired.

"You could use it as a photo studio, couldn’t you?"

"It kind of feels that way."

"It’s all designed by a designer, in this style..." Kawashima Miki shrugged lightly, laughing self-deprecatingly, "Unfortunately, it’s just appearances, there’s not a hint of life inside."

Kasahara Fukaeri recited like reading text: "Just create a sense of life."

"The problem is there’s no life." Kawashima Miki mimicked her expressionless demeanor.

Kasahara Fukaeri fell silent, her face showing a cold expression that said, "Our relationship hasn’t reached the level for discussing this."

"You’re not good at conversation, it’s going to cost you dearly in the future..." Kawashima Miki chuckled a few times, untying her belt and taking off the mourning dress, walking boldly in her underwear towards the kitchen.

"Want something to drink?" she asked.

"Ice water is fine." Kasahara Fukaeri replied.

"Water will do," Kawashima Miki said, pouring water from the kettle into a glass, teasing, "You’re cold enough already, what are you drinking... ah, you scoundrel!"

The glass slammed onto the table.

A strange sensation lingered on her butt, making Kawashima Miki blush as she angrily charged toward the pool.

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