Fujiwara Reya stood up, put on his shoes, and left.
There would be plenty of time in the future to sweet-talk her, no need to rush her into agreeing now.
Walking side by side down the corridor, Fujiwara Reya glanced at Kawashima Miki, who looked stern, and moved his body closer to the left, gently grasping her soft hand: "Are you happy today?"
"Why should I be happy?"
Kawashima Miki retorted defiantly.
The moment her hand was grasped, the rhythm of her high-heeled footsteps slightly faltered.
Not just happy.
Being intimate with her in front of that upright lady police officer, Kawashima Miki was even a little touched.
"In front of such a noble and beautiful female officer, I called you my Young Lady." Fujiwara Reya saw right through her thoughts and smiled warmly, "That way, even if I win her over in the future, you'd still be the main wife!"
Kawashima Miki suddenly stopped in her tracks, glaring at him fiercely: "You still want a harem?"
