Chapter 436: 159. Mrs. Kasahara is really worried for Fujiwara’s happiness. _5
"You all are really something." Kawashima Miki scooped the hot spring water with one hand, leisurely pouring it over her collarbone, "No wonder from the moment you appeared in front of me, you exuded a constant charm of confidence. Growing up in such a strong and rich family environment... At first, I thought he was just young and impulsive, haha, I was so silly back then."
Natsuki Kuri pressed a finger against her chin, pondering, "At first, I was aiming for the land of Asakusa Shrine, who would have thought I wouldn’t get the land, but instead ended up benefiting myself, indeed quite foolish."
With those matters being brought up, Kawashima Miki embarrassedly covered her face with her hands.
"Later on, not only couldn’t I get rid of him, but I also gradually fell for him." Natsuki Kuri continued in a teasing tone, "Miss Luo Xinfu, who herself felt uncertain and anxious about her future, met a strong and confident young man with a clever way to entertain you, and then just like an idiot, she went for it."
"Stop talking about that!"
Under the hot spring water, Kawashima Miki stretched her leg to kick Natsuki Kuri’s thigh.
"We’re all family now, nothing to feel embarrassed about." Natsuki Kuri caught her thigh and rubbed it, "In the future, if Koriya can’t satisfy you, remember to come to Auntie. In this family, Auntie is the most enthusiastic one!"
"Kuri!" Kawashima Miki guardedly clutched her chest.
"What?" Natsuki Kuri smiled faintly.
From start to finish, she maintained a composed and elder-like demeanor, fully claiming authority over the soon-to-be bride in front of her.
"I have a question..." Kawashima Miki bit her lower lip slightly and unconsciously rubbed her fingers, "Mother... would she, uh, you know, my background isn’t exactly good... would she look down on me?"
Footsteps were heard from a distance; it was the maid delivering clothes.
After the maid placed the clothes down and walked away, Natsuki Kuri stepped out of the pool, spreading her arms.
Glistening water droplets slid down her graceful body.
Kawashima Miki followed behind her, picking up a towel to help wipe off the water stains on her body.
"How to say this, your worries are justified, but don’t take it too much to heart." Natsuki Kuri slightly squinted her eyes, reflecting the soft light of the ground lamps, "Although you don’t have a rich knowledge base and lack some gentleness, since Koriya likes you, it’s no big deal. The key issue is whether you can wholeheartedly help Koriya, standing firmly by his side no matter what."
"That, of course, is not a problem..." Kawashima Miki picked up the robe delivered by the maid, spreading it open to help her put it on, "I’m not a rigid and old-fashioned virtuous woman, nor am I a wanton who disregards decorum. Since I’m with him, of course, I will fully support him. Moreover... my knowledge is quite decent, I can discuss literature, art, music, even philosophy... Although I know a little about some things, I have a broad range of knowledge, and understand certain issues quite thoroughly... Even if I’m not as good as Fukaeri, I still consider myself outstanding..."
"Then what are you worried about? And saying you’re not as good as Fukaeri, everyone is like sisters, what’s there to compare?" Natsuki Kuri turned around, coming behind her, picking up the robe as well, "Also, my sister isn’t an old-fashioned lady, she doesn’t place much importance on background. As for your brother-in-law... he’s even less of a concern... if he dares to have any opinions, he wouldn’t be afraid of Miyuki killing him."
"Who is Miyuki?" Kawashima Miki spread her arms, letting her help her get dressed.
"The daughter of the Old Mountain God, the previous generation’s Luo Xinfu." Natsuki Kuri lifted her smooth, damp long hair from her back and draped the robe over her.
Kawashima Miki’s eye twitched slightly.
She instinctively felt it was absurd, but after thinking about it, she found it quite reasonable.
"My family isn’t like those pedantic Hua Clans, nor are we conservatives." Natsuki Kuri returned to face Kawashima Miki, tying the belt of her robe, "You should just comfortably be the head wife. If you keep overthinking, I won’t leave anything for you."
"Kuri, you’re so good." Kawashima Miki sniffed, smiling: "I just arrived at the mountain today, you have no idea how overwhelmed I was by the scale of this place, afraid of being looked down upon..."
Natsuki Kuri’s hand paused for a moment, then she gently nodded.
"Currently, Koriya needs you as his wife to do your best to help with two matters." She lowered her head, fastening the last part of the robe belt at Kawashima Miki’s waist, "First: to do your utmost to bring Asakusa Shrine back to glory, for him to gain sufficient power of wishes, to become stronger. Secondly: to re-unify the entire Heavenly Dog Clan."
"Understood!" Kawashima Miki’s gaze was clear and resolute.
"Correspondingly, the organizational concerns you worry about, he’ll handle them for you." Natsuki Kuri stepped back a little, smiling as she looked at her.
Kawashima Miki’s figure was full yet slender-waisted.
The robe tightened after the belt was tied, fitting her body closely. The hem split at her knees, exposing her smooth, delicate, slender legs. She remained barefoot, exquisitely graceful.
"What’s wrong?" Kawashima Miki subconsciously looked down at her own feet.
"You look so beautiful!" Natsuki Kuri moved closer, lifted her bathrobe sedikit memeriksa keindahan kontur berbentuk ketat, mengagumi paha bulat yang menawan.
Kawashima Miki lightly brushed her hand away: "Stop it."
"And here, I’m so envious of Koriya..." Natsuki Kuri glanced at her proud chest, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "Sister Miki~" she called out coyly, "Your wedding is near, come to my room tonight and let me inspect it first for Koriya."
Kawashima Miki involuntarily shivered.