"..."
Her voice was like apricots in June.
Light and warm, mature, every element perfectly measured, quite enchanting.
Fujiwara Reya looked around, seeing no extra eyes in the hallway back to the room, and eagerly wrapped his arm around her waist.
Natsuki Kuri was now dressed in a casual Kyoto-style triple-layer kimono with narrow sleeves, her demeanor elegant, like a beautiful flower standing tall.
"Sneaky Kuri," Fujiwara Reya cursed.
"Hmm?" Natsuki Kuri wrinkled her ivory-carved, poised and symmetrical nose.
"Beautiful Kuri!" Fujiwara Reya quickly corrected himself.
Natsuki Kuri slowly revealed a smile.
Those slowly flowing autumn-like eyes, particularly enchanting. She always merged her speech with a smile, letting the smile gradually reach her eyes, forming a graceful expression. The entire transformation of her expression was in a sublime dynamic, giving people immense joy.
