I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 128: The leg stretched out from under the dining table

Lunch was boiled chicken breast and boiled fish, accompanied by a green salad.

The meal was divided into three portions, placed on three plates; it looked exquisite, but the quantity was nowhere near enough. The taste was also very bland, just like a fitness meal.

Fujiwara Reya took a bite of the chicken and said to Kawashima Miki, who sat opposite him: "Next time, make something tastier; I don’t eat such bland stuff."

"Pop..."

Kawashima Miki yanked open the pull ring of a chilled can of beer and squeezed it hard in her hand.

The can was slightly dented, and a generous amount of foam poured out, soaking the tablecloth in no time.

Hmph!

What right do you have to talk to me with the tone of a husband!

"Aren’t you drinking?" Fujiwara Reya looked at the beer under her hand.

"..." Kawashima Miki’s face was stiff; she pouted and said, "I’ll get fat, so I won’t drink it!"

"Then why open it?" Fujiwara Reya grabbed the can of beer from under her hand, chugged it down, and let out a satisfied breath, "Eat your food, why are you glaring at me?"

Kawashima Miki picked up a piece of chicken breast and chewed it fiercely.

"Um..." Kasahara Fumi suddenly spoke up, her voice a bit hesitant.

The other two turned their heads and looked at her. Her face was slightly unnatural, her mouth open, unable to say anything.

"Is there a problem?" Kawashima Miki asked, puzzled.

"Uh... it’s nothing."

Kasahara Fumi bit her lower lip and shook her head apologetically.

"I’ll go to the kitchen for a bit, wait for me." Fujiwara Reya left his seat and headed to the kitchen.

"Thank you." Kasahara Fumi nodded slightly towards him.

Kawashima Miki’s puzzlement lingered on her face for a moment, glanced toward the kitchen, then finally returned her gaze to the empty plate in front of Kasahara Fumi and asked in surprise, "Is he getting you something to eat?"

"Yes."

Kasahara Fumi nodded lightly.

"...Why is he so nice to you!" Kawashima Miki’s expression was a bit jealous.

"He knows I have a big appetite," Kasahara Fumi explained, "This amount is not enough to fill me up, don’t mind it."

"This is my house!" Kawashima Miki’s eyes were distracted toward the kitchen, complaining, "Using my kitchen in my house, with my ingredients to make food for another woman, this little brat is so annoying!"

Kasahara Fumi pondered the meaning of this statement for a moment.

Then, she asked: "Are you getting into character so soon?"

"..."

Kawashima Miki’s body immediately tensed, she guiltily looked down and shoveled the vegetable salad into her mouth, muttering, "I’m not, I’m not, stop talking nonsense."

Kasahara Fumi said nothing, she just looked at her quietly.

Under such an emotionless gaze, Kawashima Miki clearly lacked confidence, gave a glare toward the kitchen, and, puffing up her bravado, said: "That brat, whether he’s dead or alive doesn’t concern me... no, I’d love to just kill him directly!"

At this moment, the sound of clip-clopping suddenly reached their ears.

Both women looked out towards the hallway, realizing it was Luo Xinfu coming along, who had been playing with water.

Upon seeing Kawashima Miki at first glance, Luo Xinfu felt a spontaneous sense of friendliness, walked to the table with cheerful steps, embraced Kawashima Miki’s neck, and affectionately said: "Silly, silly, let’s go find the master with the little spider."

"..."

Kawashima Miki’s face darkened.

Stop calling me!

Stop calling me that!

Keep calling, and I’ll really become silly!

"Where’s the master?" Luo Xinfu’s gaze scanned the dining room.

"Dead!"

Kawashima Miki gritted her teeth.

She didn’t dare let this foolish thing go find Fujiwara Reya, or else who knows what would happen to her body.

"Over there." Kasahara Fumi raised a hand to point at the kitchen.

Luo Xinfu twisted her slim waist and dashed toward where the master was.

Kawashima Miki shivered instantly, looking at Kasahara Fumi with tears in her eyes: "Miss Kasahara, have I wronged you in some way...?"

"?" Kasahara Fumi looked at her in confusion.

"Forget it, it’s all fate..." Kawashima Miki muttered, her expression somewhat mournful.

"How long have you been in Tokyo?" Kasahara Fumi suddenly asked.

At this point, her face took on an unusually focused expression, her lips slightly parted like an animal ready to capture prey, her eyes bottomless.

Kawashima Miki suddenly remembered.

This is a detective from the Ninth Section, someone standing on the opposite side of me.

"Ten years," Kawashima Miki replied, reclining against her chair as if relaxing, "From working in a small eatery to where I am now, it’s not been easy."

"Where are you from?"

"Shikoku, Aichi Prefecture."

"Nice place." Kasahara Fumi slightly relaxed her lips.

With complete identification documents, Kawashima Miki was not worried she could check out anything, she said while eating the salad: "A small town with hardly any people, as far as the eye can see are mountains and the sea."

"Listening to you, I want to live there for a while too."

"A week’s stay is the limit. All beautiful things have an expiration date, stay too long and you’d get tired of it."

After saying that.

Kawashima Miki suddenly had a hand tremor.

Her gaze became somewhat unsteady, a blush quietly crept up her cheeks and even spread towards her neck.

"Hmm?"

Kasahara Fumi looked at her in confusion.

They were chatting well, why did you suddenly get shy?

"It’s okay, a bit tipsy..." Kawashima Miki lowered her gaze, biting her teeth in endurance.

Ah!

I can’t stand it!

How can that dog be so perverted!

Kasahara Fumi silently exchanged her legs under the desk, her gaze scrutinizing her closely.

Under her scrutiny, Kawashima Miki’s fair face quickly blushed, her eyes turned slightly unfocused, her blinking frequency increased, and her breathing became much more rapid.

Why is this happening?

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