A long afternoon.
The air conditioner was blowing cool air, the ice cubes in the black tea had melted, and a layer of transparent water droplets had formed on the surface of the glass pot.
Ten minutes ago, Fujiwara Reya initiated a silent tactic, planning to wait until the emotions of the three women settled before speaking. The two older sisters didn't seem to mind, but Asuka had complaints, although she was the youngest and had the least say here.
Time slowly passed.
Kasahara Fumi leisurely and single-handedly finished all the food on the table.
"Your mouth corner," Fujiwara Reya said to her.
Kasahara Fumi frowned her beautiful eyebrows, picked up a napkin, and wiped her mouth.
Soft lips were stained with sugar left from eating donuts earlier, white tiny granules clinging to her seductive red lips, looking incredibly tempting.
