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The beautiful and melancholic snow woman, with her gentle and sweet deer-like deer-like deer-like posture, has a unique charm.

"I'll take you to find Aunt Qing." Fujiwara Ryūya pulled her inside.

"So this is meeting the elders..." Yukino Riho was pulled along by him, feeling weak as if her body was about to float into the air. In the dark night, her innocent and pure face had a serene beauty, which, combined with her long, snow-white hair, was breathtakingly beautiful.

"How beautiful!" Fujiwara Izaya exclaimed, mesmerized.

Yukino Riho's cheeks were faintly flushed, and her half-closed eyelashes looked as if they were moist, making her look incredibly charming. Fujiwara Izaya picked her up without hesitation, and she could hear his rapid breathing.

As a result, her heart began to beat rapidly.

"I can walk, I can let go..."

“No,” Fujiwara Izaya stared intently into her wide eyes, “I want to hold you.”

"..." Yukino Riho was held tightly in his arms like a young girl.

Her mind still felt empty, and the sight of Fujiwara Izaya's strong body made her feel flustered. Perhaps instinctively, she covered her face with her hands, a wave of womanly shyness washing over her, making her weak and numb.

Holding the beauty in his arms, Fujiwara Izaya ran briskly down the corridor.

Yukino Riho slightly lifted her head from his embrace and asked in a cold voice, "Who is Aunt Kiyoshi?"

"The palace steward."

"What do you want with her?"

"Well, if we need to add an extra wife at the last minute, we'll definitely have to prepare overnight."

Upon hearing this, Yukino Riho's eyes narrowed slightly.

In that instant, Fujiwara Izaya, who was holding her, felt a bone-chilling cold emanating from the delicate body in his arms, seeping into his skin through his pores.

Mrs. Riho was very angry.

Her face was frosty, the kind that couldn't be coaxed no matter what.

If she weren't outmatched, Yukino Riho would have already frozen him up with her Yuki-onna instincts and spoken a few heartfelt words to him. Fortunately, Yuki-onna instincts also include unwavering loyalty; once she's chosen someone, she'll follow them to the death.

Fujiwara Izaya hugged her tighter.

This enchantress, with her innocent and easily trusting soul, is the greatest treasure bestowed upon him by heaven.

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On the other side of the palace, two figures walked back from the hot spring pool, hand in hand.

"Are you going back to your room to sleep?"

"I'm going to sit with Butler Qing for a while."

"What?"

"It's still early, I can't sleep, I'll take this opportunity to discuss the procedures for the next few days."

"I'll go as well."

The corridors of the palace were covered with long carpets.

Emerging from the hot spring, the two walked barefoot towards the pool.

As Xia Xili approached the side hall where Steward Qing lived, her heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Kawashima Miki gave a cold laugh.

Under the cool moonlight in the courtyard, a man and a woman were hurrying towards them, whispering sweet nothings as they walked.

"Yukino, can you take me to Hokkaido to see the snow?"

What's so interesting about snow?

"I mainly want to see the place where you were born and the little room you first lived in."

What do you think my little room should look like?

"It has a very warm feeling. It's the kind of feeling I can't imagine when I see Yukino-san outside..."

Am I really that bad when I'm out there?

"On the contrary, you're good outside, but bad at home. Were you a lazy bum when you were little, so you couldn't do any housework well?"

"Don't make me sound so bad! I can cook for myself, you've eaten before! Besides, I clean very carefully. I even learned from my grandmother that you can use lime residue to clean the sink!"

Under the faint starlight, the silver-haired woman spoke these words with a proud tone, as if it were something extraordinary.

"Why is Yukino so cute?" Fujiwara Izaya asked playfully, reaching out to touch her fingertips. The touch was fleeting, but it felt like a slow-motion scene in a movie, something to savor for a long time. Yukino Riho coldly tried to pull her hand away, but failed. So their fingers became entangled, vying for space on her delicate nose.

When Fujiwara Rinya arrived at Aunt Qing's door, just as he was about to knock, a cold voice came from behind him.

"Aren't you going to introduce me to this beautiful girl?"

?

What are you doing here, Miss Mei?!

Fujiwara Izaya's heart skipped a beat in fright, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

In the shadows at the end of the corridor, a long, jet-black head of hair fluttered in the wind, so dim it was almost invisible. Wearing a bathrobe and barefoot, Kawashima Miki stared intently in their direction.

Countless cold winds swirled around her, blowing her long hair high, making it look like a terrifying, chaotic dance of demons.

Miss Mei, standing like a ghost in the dim light, could scare anyone into a frenzy.

"..."

In the blink of an eye, Fujiwara Izaya came up with a lot of excuses.

But in the end, he carried Yukino Riho and walked over here, saying to Xia Xili, "Auntie, could you please tell Aunt Qing that there will be one more person at the wedding tomorrow?"

Xia Xili glared at him with exasperation, then grabbed Kawashima Miki's wrist to prevent her from going berserk and killing her husband on the spot.

Fujiwara Izaya put Yukino Riho down and smiled obediently at Kawashima Miki: "This is Yuki-onna, you've met her before. Madam, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Kawashima Miki glanced sideways at Yukino Riho.

When we last met, Ms. Yukino was already beautiful in her simple home clothes. Now, dressed in a gorgeous white dress and having revealed her true form as a snow woman, she is even more beautiful than a celestial being. Especially the loneliness and sorrow that constantly emanates from her beautiful and moving appearance makes her truly endearing.

Yukino Riho's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she pursed her lips without saying a word.

Before coming to the Hidden Soul Town, they had met at the bakery, where Fujiwara Izaya had mentioned that this was his wife. Therefore, she wasn't surprised or embarrassed to see Kawashima Miki this time. They were both yokai; there was no need to discuss human morality. Besides, she was a snow woman without emotions, and wouldn't care what grievances Jorogumo might harbor.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Fujiwara Izaya's eyes darted around a few times before he turned to Xia Xili and said, "Auntie, could you please take Yukino to see Aunt Qing? I need to say a few words to Meiji."

“Come with me!” Yukino Riho grabbed his hand tightly.

"It's alright, I'm just going to take your measurements so I can rush to make the clothes tonight." Fujiwara Izaya touched her cool, long hair.

He did this action on Olaf countless times.

Yukino Riho, who shared the same feelings as Olaf, could naturally sense the intimacy between them. She pouted, lowered her head, and silently approached Natsuki Riki.

"It's really bad luck to be with this scumbag." Xia Xili glared at Fujiwara Izaya, then naturally took Yukino Riho's hand and went straight into Aunt Qing's room.

"Come with me!" Kawashima Miki turned and walked away.

Fujiwara Izaya followed behind her.

He encountered a maid on the road, gave her a few instructions, and continued walking.

In the dimly lit corridor, Kawashima Miki, dressed in a short bathrobe, had large expanses of snow-white skin that seemed to shimmer with a fluorescent glow. Her long, glossy black hair lay softly against her back, still slightly damp. Beneath the bathrobe, a section of her snow-white thigh was exposed.

"Did you just soak in the hot spring, Madam?" Fujiwara Izaya walked up and asked.

Kawashima Miki remained silent.

"Every time I see you, my wife, I feel that you have become even more beautiful and charming."

Kawashima Miki still ignored him.

After navigating a corridor, she continued leading Fujiwara Izaya for quite a distance before stopping.

This was a field with a vineyard and a sweet potato field, surrounded by a quiet forest where the hooting of owls could be heard. Upon arriving here, Kawashima Miki stopped and began to look around at her surroundings.

The moonlight illuminated the loose soil in the ground, making it resemble a mountain topographic map, perfect for burying people alive.

“There are chairs in the vineyard,” Fujiwara Izaya said thoughtfully.

Kawashima Miki lowered her head and crawled under the grape trellis.

Fujiwara Izaya followed him inside.

In the dimly lit vineyard, the stark frames were illuminated by the moonlight, and the shadows of withered grape leaves fell on the straw mat at their feet. Fujiwara Izaya carefully wiped the wooden chair clean with his sleeve, then pulled Kawashima Miki to sit down, with many ripe grapes overhead.

Kawashima Miki remained silent.

Fujiwara Izaya broke off a piece of grapevine and wrapped it around his finger.

In the silence, he would occasionally turn his head to look at Kawashima Miki's beautiful profile and her long, smooth hair that reached past her shoulders, unable to figure out what she was thinking... That's just how Miss Miki is; when she's in a bad mood, she shuts up and leaves him to guess.

The moonlight shone on the grape leaves, making them appear slightly white.

A moment of silence followed.

Fujiwara Izaya took a slow breath.

It was almost time; he was about to start showering her with sweet words.

The idea of ​​having a harem had been discussed long ago, and Miss Mei was certainly prepared for it; she wouldn't dump him because of it. But while she could accept it, she was definitely unhappy, so he still had to coax her. He didn't see anything wrong with this kind of temper in women; in his eyes, a woman without a temper was no different from a vase.

however.

Just then.

Kawashima Miki suddenly turned her head, looked at Fujiwara Izaya, her eyes curving like crescent moons, and said with a smirk, "What? Not saying anything now? Weren't you always saying you wanted to build a harem? Why are you silent now that it's time? Are you afraid I'll eat you up?"

He had prepared many words and was about to speak when he was suddenly interrupted while casting the spell.

Fujiwara Rin was also feeling a bit uncomfortable from holding it in.

Looking at the smiling Kawashima Miki, he couldn't figure out what she was thinking for a moment, and subconsciously felt a little guilty. He lowered his head and said with a smile, "Ah, haha... Madam is so funny. How could I dare to think so much? It's enough to have you with me."

"Hmm?" Kawashima Miki said coldly.

At this moment, not a single star could be found in the sky, only a nearly full, thick moon hanging in the sky. In the pure moonlight, Fujiwara Izaya noticed that Kawashima Miki's eyes were gradually turning purple.

Oops!