"..."
Her voice sounded as alluring as an apricot in June.
The balance of lightness, warmth, and maturity was perfected, very captivating.
Fujiwara Reya glanced around, saw no extra eyes watching on the corridor back to the room, and eagerly wrapped her waist.
Natsuki Kuri was now dressed in a Kyoto-style triple-layer narrow-sleeved kimono, graceful and poised like a blooming flower.
"Sneaky Kuri," Fujiwara Reya scolded.
"Hmm?" Natsuki Kuri wrinkled her perfectly symmetrical, ivory-sculpted nose.
"Beautiful Kuri!" Fujiwara Reya quickly corrected himself.
Natsuki Kuri slowly smiled.
Her eyes were as captivating as slow-moving autumn waters, adding charm. She always infused her words with a smile, which slowly reached her eyes, creating an elegant autumn wave. The change in expression was gracefully dynamic, giving people immense joy.
