Chapter 506: 176. Is it really okay for the husband to have such a good relationship with his mother?_3
"Hmm."
Kasahara Fumi responded ambiguously.
The words didn’t sound bad, but she didn’t plan to agree; it was just a way to placate her mother.
"Alright, while his two wives aren’t back yet, Fumi, you take him away." Mrs. Kasahara stood up and patted her daughter’s shoulder, "Mother will go looking for Yako later, so I won’t waste you young couple’s time."
Fujiwara Reya winked at her: "Mother-in-law, you’re great!"
"Mother-in-law has a lot of wonderful aspects." Mrs. Kasahara cupped her delicate and beautiful face with her palm and smiled cheekily at her son-in-law, "It’s just... not convenient to show you in front of my daughter."
Fujiwara Reya immediately promised Kasahara Fumi: "I don’t understand what she’s saying."
Kasahara Fumi didn’t even bother to look at him and got up to walk outside, appearing very intellectual with her figure and gait.
"Wait for me." Fujiwara Reya chased after her.
"Have fun tonight."
Mrs. Kasahara playfully winked her right eye, lightly waved her fair little hand a few times.
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The lawn in the yard, nourished by rainwater, regained some vitality.
Kasahara Fumi straddled the motorcycle, holding a helmet in one hand, her hair lit bright red by the headlights. She saw Fujiwara Reya walking over with empty hands, her expression turning wary: "Where’s your Honda Cub?"
"Out of gas." Fujiwara Reya replied without a second thought.
"You just got money from me to fill it up last night!" Kasahara Fumi resisted the urge to kick him.
"Then it must have a dead battery, it won’t start."
"I’ll help you fix it!"
"Don’t waste time, just let me ride with you." Fujiwara Reya jumped on the back seat of the motorcycle.
Kasahara Fumi reluctantly compromised: "You drive."
"My license doesn’t allow me to drive a heavy motorcycle." Fujiwara Reya said seriously.
"You have Section Nine credentials, you can drive!"
"Oh, I see. Well... I just had a drink, can someone from Section Nine drive after drinking?"
"...You’re getting more shameless!"
"Come on, let’s get moving," Fujiwara Reya hugged her waist from behind, his face pressing against her back, "as police officers, we shouldn’t fuss over such things when working on a case. Don’t worry, from now on I promise to treat you as my superior, not my wife."
"If you know I’m your superior, why do you still defy me..."
"When I want to defy you, you’re my wife. When I don’t defy you, you’re my superior."
"..."
Forget it.
We’ve been naked together, what’s there to be shy about now... Kasahara Fumi found a reason to convince herself, rode the motorcycle away from Asakusa Temple.
The strong wind hit against her cheeks.
Fujiwara Reya suddenly looked up, his chin resting on Kasahara Fumi’s shoulder.
"Don’t move."
Kasahara Fumi shrugged her shoulder slightly.
"Just like this, I won’t move anymore." Fujiwara Reya said, his nose tip touching the exposed white neck in her protective suit, which emitted the fresh scent of maple leaves drenched by autumn rain.
Kasahara Fumi’s fingertips trembled slightly, permitting his behavior.
It seemed that the limits she could tolerate were being gradually pushed deeper by Fujiwara Reya.
The light from the street lamps continually retreated backward, her cheeks and orange hair illuminated, becoming more vibrant. Her beautifully contoured nose cast a faint shadow on the other side of the light. Held by Fujiwara Reya like this, her expression briefly showed shyness before reverting to the usual aloofness, unchanged from her slender neck to her proud chest, from her waist to her abdomen, from her long legs to the black high heels connected to her protective suit,
everything was so elegant, aloof, and beautiful.
"Such a beautiful Fumi, it’s impossible for her to be without feelings..." Fujiwara Reya muttered, contentedly half-closing his eyes.
Kasahara Fumi did not express any opinion on this statement.
Fully focused on driving, her cheeks were shielded by long orange hair, and Fujiwara Reya’s lips felt the touch of her hair, though unfortunately not the sensation of her skin.
But there’s still a chance to go further down.
No rush for now.