Kawashima Miki looked down at him.
In the moonlight, the boy's short hair appeared strikingly black. She loosened the fingers she had clenched into a fist and ran her fingertips through his hair, her tone somewhat helpless: "You sure have a practiced way of apologizing. Just how many guilty things have you done?"
"I learned it from my father..." Fujiwara Reya chuckled.
While ruffling his hair, Kawashima Miki said in a cool voice, "Enough, stop trying to sweet-talk me. Aren't you just hoping I'll nod so you can win the beauty's heart?"
Of course... Fujiwara Reya slightly lifted his face, sincerely saying, "When I'm with my lady, I don't think of other women."
Kawashima Miki didn't respond, her lips tightly pressed into a straight line.
After ruffling Fujiwara Reya's hair for a while, she crossed her arms, leaned back against the bench, and sighed deeply: "What else do you want to say?"
