Chapter 349: 140. The cute and charming Kawashima Miki was counter-killed again. _5
Hearing his words, Kawashima Miki’s eyes narrowed instinctively, and she replied with a faint "hmm."
Fujiwara Reya’s eyelids twitched.
This jealousy from his wife was far beyond his expectations.
After hesitating for a long time, Fujiwara Reya, staring at her gradually icy face, made up his mind, gritted his teeth, and confessed: "Wife, I’m really sorry, there’s something I’ve been keeping from you. Can you promise to forgive me first?"
"Forgive you for what?" Kawashima Miki’s expression was stern.
"About my aunt.," Fujiwara Reya said with a stiff neck, "she’s my god-aunt, with no blood relation. And..., and beyond that relationship, she is also..."
Kawashima Miki’s face darkened: "Speak up!"
At this moment, her expression was no different from when she scolded her subordinates.
"She’s also your sister!" Fujiwara Reya blurted out.
"...You!" Kawashima Miki’s face looked terrible, almost like a stormy sky.
"Don’t get angry, let me explain." After saying it out loud, Fujiwara Reya felt a sense of relief, and his voice became smoother, "Since I was little, I have been sharing the same bed with her. Moreover, I matured early... this is something I must honestly tell you about because you are my wife after all."
"Matured early?" Kawashima Miki sneered, glancing him up and down: "So, I’m getting second-hand goods?"
"Absolutely not!" Fujiwara Reya blinked innocently, "Still intact, and the first kiss is also yours, I assure you it’s all original."
"Anyone else?" Kawashima Miki’s expression eased a bit.
"No more!" Fujiwara Reya swore, "I’ve said everything, no one else is hidden."
Kawashima Miki huffed heavily, stood up, and tidied the purple yukata that had gotten wrinkled.
Then, she stepped down in her wooden clogs and looked towards the brightly lit, bustling stage. In her mind slowly appeared the seductive face of the Fox Girl, along with Fujiwara Reya’s secretive behavior.
"I absolutely won’t lose to some wild vixen like that!"
Kawashima Miki told herself so in the darkness, her eyes sparkling with a fighting spirit.
"Wife, how should we deal with the spider silk?" Fujiwara Reya was at the disposal site.
"Burn it." Kawashima Miki said without turning around, she was texting her aunt, asking her where the Fox Girl was.
"Wouldn’t it be a waste to burn it?"
"How do you want to deal with it then?"
"Should we save it for next time?"
"...?"
Kawashima Miki abruptly turned, looking as if she was about to eat someone.
"Just kidding, just kidding." Fujiwara Reya blinked, obediently rolled up the spider silk, and tucked it into his clothes, smiling as he walked forward: "Alright, I’m going to patrol around now, you find a place to wait for me. I’ll accompany you after my work is done. By the way, did the Snow Woman and Little Spider come too? It’s been a while since I’ve seen them..."
"I’ll go with you!" Kawashima Miki interrupted coldly.
"..." Fujiwara Reya couldn’t laugh anymore.
On the stage below, his aunt, juniors, and seniors were all there, and maybe the two ladies would come down to watch the performance too.
If that many people ran into each other, even with eight mouths he wouldn’t be able to explain. Kawashima Miki extended her hand, saying nothing, just staring at the path ahead.
The meaning was obvious, she wanted him to hold her hand and keep walking.
"No problem at all." Fujiwara Reya, anxious yet firm, held her hand.
Kawashima Miki turned her hand, interlocking their fingers. Her fair and refined oval face looked directly at him, with a warning look as if telling him "you’ll look terrible later on." She said nothing more, just staring sharply, her gaze monitoring him intently like a thieving cat.
Faced with those seemingly all-knowing eyes, Fujiwara Reya very much wanted to ask, what do you know?
"Let’s go." Kawashima Miki pulled his hand and walked downward.
The heels of the wooden clogs knocked on the stones, feeling as pleasant as the wind brushing against the cheeks.
Going down the winding stone path to the venue, looking at the chaotic crowd below, Kawashima Miki murmured to herself: "It’s really crazy."
"Let’s walk over there." Fujiwara Reya pulled her towards the lion dance area.
There are lots of people, making them less likely to be recognized.
Hand in hand down the steps, they dove into the sea of people.
Because of the crowd, the temperature felt hot, people around them wore short-sleeved shirts or yukatas. The crowd constantly rushing towards the lion, a mess. The gnashing lion shaking its green mane running through the crowd. Wherever it went, tourists scattered with screams, cheerful sounds occasionally rang out, summer melting in the air, it’s like you could taste the flavor of summer with just one breath.
"So many people, be careful not to get stepped on." Seeing the crowd, Fujiwara Reya extended his other arm to hold her in front of him.
With one hand holding and the other supporting, half of Kawashima Miki’s body weight was leaning on him as they watched the lion dance together.
Three young men in summer kimonos carried the lion head, chasing a few young performers. They raised white paper lanterns, encircling the lion head at times, the lanterns clashing together, sparking wildly, forming a large chaos.
Most of the lanterns still burning were damaged, yet the performers continued holding them high, shouting themselves hoarse. In the plaza center stood a bonfire, the flames spreading, surrounded firewood collapsing, but people raised a new bonfire, the more frenzied flames danced in the atmosphere.
"So wild." Kawashima Miki was feeling hot, patting her chest in fear.