I have an infinite number of shikigami-Chapter 612 - 206. From this morning, you can spread your wings and fly high.

Chapter 612: 206. From this morning, you can spread your wings and fly high.

The living room faced the sea, with a large window letting in a glimmer of morning light.

Next to the floor-to-ceiling window, in a rocking chair, Kasahara Fumi curled up reading a book, with a teacup resting on the side table. Hearing the door open, she looked towards it, her expression slightly surprised: "Ah, do you need something?"

"May I come in?" Fujiwara Reya asked, standing at the door.

Kasahara Fumi glanced at her sister, who was sound asleep on the bed, hesitated for a few seconds, then bit her lip and nodded.

"It’s windy, close the door," she said.

Fujiwara Reya closed the door and came to stand in front of her.

Perhaps the wind in the sky just now, his face was a bit red, up to his ears like he had been frostbitten in winter.

"How did you find your way here?" Kasahara Fumi’s voice was pleasant and tender.

"The director dragged me here."

"Really?"

"Yeah, she’s eavesdropping at the door now..." Fujiwara Reya laughed and squeezed into the chair.

As their bodies pressed together, Kasahara Fumi, wearing a silk nightgown with arrow-feather patterns, sat up straight, knees bent, firmly wrapping her neckline and knees.

Fujiwara Reya gently grasped her wrist.

Her slender and well-proportioned wrist, with smooth skin.

Kasahara Fumi immediately felt her chest tighten, and her gaze involuntarily fell on her sister’s sleeping face.

She felt a bit guilty, as if she was having a secret meeting with Fujiwara Reya while her sister slept.

"Nervous?" Fujiwara Reya asked.

"How could I not be..." Kasahara Fumi’s usual calm and composure was gone, and her voice stumbled, "When Xiangxiang wakes up later, get up first so she doesn’t see..."

"Oh, we’ll see about that." Fujiwara Reya’s eyes sparkled.

Kasahara Fumi glared at him, "Don’t be perfunctory."

He reached out to brush her hair and then gently stroked her cheek.

"Such a beautiful sister," Fujiwara Reya whispered with a smile to her, "If I were Xiangxiang, I’d definitely try to keep you all to myself."

Kasahara Fumi covered her face with the book, not wanting to talk to him.

On the book cover, Fujiwara Reya saw the title "The Fifth Column" and was taken aback.

This book was Hemingway’s memoir of the Spanish Civil War...he had mentioned that history a few times.

The room fell quiet for a moment.

Kasahara Fumi lowered the book slightly, revealing her eyes looking at him: "Why are you spacing out?"

"I saw the title," Fujiwara Reya rubbed his nose and said.

Only then did Kasahara Fumi realize she might have exposed something and immediately covered her eyes with the book again, "Just picked it up at random, I’m not interested at all, it’s very boring..."

As she spoke, Fujiwara Reya kissed behind her ear.

"Just picked up at random, huh..." Kasahara Fumi tightened her shoulders, "It definitely wasn’t because you are interested that’s why I wanted to read it..."

Her tsundere words came out so naturally.

For a moment, Fujiwara Reya couldn’t help but wonder if Mrs. Kasahara secretly taught her some love tactics.

"The sister is cold on the outside and warm on the inside too..." he tightly held Kasahara Fumi’s hand.

Under the book, Kasahara Fumi’s eyes still shone with a clear light, like a clear stream after dark. She lowered the book slightly again, gazing at Fujiwara Reya: "Actually... well, Hemingway’s books are quite good, besides this one, I’ve read ’For Whom the Bell Tolls’ before. If you really want to talk about the Spanish Civil War, you can find..."

The last word, she used all her strength, yet couldn’t utter it.

"I’ll definitely find you." Fujiwara Reya nodded.

"Didn’t say it was me..." Kasahara Fumi hit him on the head with her book.

Her lips peeked out.

Fujiwara Reya seized the opportunity and tilted his head.

Accurately kissing her perfect lips.

Red, bright, and full just right, it was only the third time being kissed, still very naive and pure.

After letting go, Kasahara Fumi immediately covered her mouth, complaining, "Don’t wake Xiangxiang."

Fujiwara Reya looked back, her sister still fast asleep on the bed, truly like a soft Dutch pig. Let her sleep, before she wakes up, it’s nice to deepen the relationship with the sister.

Kasahara Fumi glared at him once more before releasing her hand covering her lips.

There were still teeth marks on those lips.

"Bitten by a dog," she said, slightly annoyed.

Fujiwara Reya immediately barked once, "Woof."

Kasahara Fumi couldn’t help but laugh, quickly composing herself into a cold demeanor again.

"Sister Fukaeri, your face is so warm. And your eyes, they’re like flames." Fujiwara Reya said, lightly wrapping his arms around her waist, "Truly worthy of being the great unknown fire."

"You really know how to flatter," Kasahara Fumi muttered.

Fujiwara Reya slowly tightened his embrace around her waist, lowering his head, and sliding against her chest.

Kasahara Fumi’s right hand formed a knife, chopping at his waist, repeatedly nudging his forehead with her chin in annoyance, wanting to push his head away. But as they wrestled, her hands unknowingly wrapped around his neck. Her warm fingertips slipped into his hair, hugging his head tightly as if to press it into her chest.

Her eyelashes trembled, and her enticing red lips slightly parted, occasionally letting out ambiguous murmurs.

"Fujiwara..."

"Hmm?"

"I... uh..."

Kasahara Fumi closed her eyes and stayed silent.

Inside, she still felt impatient with herself for this tone like a young girl in love. She considered herself cultivated and never spoiled... if she behaved too immaturely, she feared it would seem like pretentious affectation pretending to be young.