In an instant,
Fujiwara Reya put a certain little spider out of his mind.
He pulled Kawashima Miki closer, letting her head rest on his thigh, his fingers weaving through her hair for a gentle massage, "I've never given anyone a massage before, so I might not know the right pressure and spots. Hmm, how is it? Please correct me if it's uncomfortable."
Kawashima Miki murmured assent.
Her expression was lazy and peaceful, with a hint of contentment, looking quite indulged.
However, *in reality, her heart was in turmoil—ah, it's my first time! I knew it, no man can resist the allure of Luo Xinfu! If I just put in a little effort, this kid would have no choice but to kneel at my feet obediently.*
Proud.
She was very proud now.
Struggling to control the urge to run to the rooftop and shout, Kawashima Miki opened her eyes to a narrow slit, "It's all your fault, I'm so tired today. Let's chat, or else I'll fall asleep."
"What should we talk about?"
"Tell me about your childhood."
