Chapter 499: 174. Wedding Night_2
"Hmm... let me think." Fujiwara Reya eyed her up and down.
The two looked at each other face-to-face, their eyes devoid of unending affection, instead appearing calm and warm. Kawashima Miki wore a matching bright red half-skirt, beautiful like a dream beneath the moon and flowers.
"Have you thought of it?" Kawashima Miki asked.
Fujiwara Reya smiled, saying: "Madam looks particularly beautiful today, I can’t think of what else to add on short notice."
"Is it the clothes or the person that looks good?" Kawashima Miki blinked her eyes.
"Both look good."
"Can this dress stay on later?"
"Do you really like this dress?"
"Yes." Kawashima Miki nodded lightly, "I want to wear this dress."
"It’s not impossible." Fujiwara Reya said, an image of madam draped in a fiery wedding dress conjuring in his mind, suddenly feeling very moved, he immediately added: "Compared to being completely bare, I still prefer the allure of clothing a bit more."
Kawashima Miki glared at him: "You cheeky man, you."
"Empress, it’s too late to regret it now." Fujiwara Reya reached out to hold her.
"I’m not regretting it at all." Kawashima Miki melted into his embrace, half-closing her eyes, gripping his wrist tightly, "Do you really love me?"
"You’ve asked this question how many times!" Fujiwara Reya looked down at her.
Her brows flowed elegantly, her dense black hair adding a touch of romance to her face.
"This is the last time."
"I didn’t like you at first, but who knew when I started being moved by your little jealous moments. By the way, haven’t you noticed I’m particularly bad and patriarchal in front of you? That’s a sign of love."
"Hmm, bad man!"
"I went to great lengths to win you over, to marry you, for what reason?"
"For what?"
"After marriage, however I tease you, it’s all legal."
"So that’s your plan..."
Kawashima Miki smiled sweetly, her face regaining its usual gentle allure.
"Actually, I didn’t love you at first either," her voice was soft and silky, her bright eyes staring at her little husband, "Submitting to you was because you forced me, I wanted nothing more than to bite you to death. Later, I realized I couldn’t get away, I half-consented out of admiration."
"Admiration doesn’t mean absence of love."
Fujiwara Reya held her waist, moving towards the bed covered in red sheets.
"Is love born from admiration really love?" Kawashima Miki lay on the lavish embroidery, her legs pressing on his shoulders keeping him away. Gazing into his eyes, she said with a smiling face: "If you can’t explain this clearly, you can sleep under the bed tonight."
"Together under the bed?" Fujiwara Reya said fiercely.
Kawashima Miki smugly pursed her lips.
She lay flat, her figure beautifully curved.
Her tight abdomen, full bosom, and rounded shoulders, with the fiery half-skirt resembling a butterfly in flames, stunningly beautiful.
To ensure happiness tonight, Fujiwara Reya had to rack his brains for an answer.
"Humans generally use ’sweet’ to describe the beauty of love, not ’bitter,’ because human taste inherently favors sweetness, a result of natural evolution. In nature, sweetness indicates sugar, which is rich in energy, while bitterness indicates toxic alkaloids. Thus, humans and various omnivorous or herbivorous animals have evolved to crave sweetness and shun bitterness. This taste preference evolved by eliminating countless individuals, ingrained in genetic programming."
Kawashima Miki looked very puzzled.
Clearly, the biology class was about to begin, how could he seriously be giving a biology lecture now.
"Speaking of admiration, you can look at crows and lions. Neither crows nor lions have love. But both show admiration during courtship." Fujiwara Reya held her delicate ankles, "Natural selection drives admiration, an evolutionary result. Genes not favoring admiration vanished long ago in evolution, just like ancestors of humans and animals, species preferring bitterness often died of alkaloid poisoning."
"I see..."
Kawashima Miki roughly understood.
Her feet were pale as snow, her insteps smooth as silk, her toes curled slightly.
"Love is a sensation animals develop after evolving intelligence, felt during courtship." Fujiwara Reya continued to explain casually, "Admiration is an instinct in courtship, an ingrained genetic program like craving sweetness and rejecting bitterness. Therefore, admiration and love aren’t contradictory. Humans don’t shy away from mentioning admiration when describing love. They need no distinction, nor can they be separated. You like me more because I’m strong, I can protect you, who’s to say that’s not love?"
Her feet in the hands of the bad guy, Kawashima Miki gripped the bed edge slightly, not making a sound or resisting.
Fujiwara Reya leaned in, looking at her exquisite face, "If what you feel isn’t called love, then all the rivers of the world are not flowing with water, but with transparent ketchup."
"I just love your mouth." Kawashima Miki smiled fondly.
The perfect smile blossomed at her lips, a beauty and charm unique to a mature woman.
"How good is my mouth?" Fujiwara Reya moved a bit closer.
Kawashima Miki, pointing her finger at her cheek in a charming act: "The sweetest thing in nature."
"Let me give you a taste first."
"Hey, wait a minute, mm... "
Kawashima Miki murmured, her soft red lips pressed closely.
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Kawashima Miki lightly pushed his shoulder.