Large eyes gazed at Fujiwara Reya, conveying a somewhat innocent and bewildered feeling. Fujiwara Reya didn't want to answer the question, quickly deflecting: "Thank you so much, I've just had an apple, come, let's eat together, don't be shy."
One day, you'll die at the hands of women...Kasahara Fumi began to worry about the future of her womanizing subordinate.
The breakfast they brought was quite lavish.
There were roast beef sandwiches, salad, smoked salmon, blueberry ice cream, and plenty of it. The table was filled, almost like a small banquet.
Four supernatural beings disguised as humans, chewing on sandwiches, eating salad, grabbing smoked salmon.
On the surface, the atmosphere seemed harmonious.
Except for the sulking Kawashima Miki.
But the other two women at the table weren't combative by nature.
So the only way she vented was by incessantly pinching the man's thigh.
Although it hurt a bit, Fujiwara Reya felt lucky in his heart while eating.
