CHAPTER 483: 170. THE SUPREME GOD OF BOREDOM

Kasahara Fumi appeared dazed for a while, as if completely unable to comprehend what was happening.

Her face maintained a long expressionless look, as if it had turned into a blank sheet of paper.

The sliding door opened slightly, and the maid brought in the dessert.

A lemon souffle was placed on the table, and the maid immediately turned around and left. Kasahara Fumi opened the folding fan in her hand, covering her face, turning around to reveal only her eyes, silently staring at Fujiwara Reya.

After her pupils turned red, she appeared even more noble.

Fujiwara Reya was also somewhat dazed.

To be precise, at this moment, he exactly felt what it meant to be a "woman of unrivaled beauty." However, to his regret, even though they were currently close in space, they were quite distant in time... If he were to reach out with admiration to embrace her, she might step on his face with her foot... Doesn’t that sound not so bad?

She was hit on the butt, but Kasahara Fumi didn’t speak, her lips pressed tightly.

The youthful fullness of her teenage years had long disappeared from her, leaving straightforward and sharp contours over time. Her tough and rigid personality and unsmiling demeanor were always her characteristics, and in her red eyes, there was a sudden tinge of purple patterns resembling the volcanic thunder produced when volcanic ash fiercely collides in the air during an eruption.

"Crackle——"

A slight thunderous sound arose.

The hair on Fujiwara Reya’s arm stood up involuntarily.

"Calm down, let’s talk slowly!" He immediately set up a demonic power barrier first.

"Crackle——"

The furnace flames leaped, dancing at the beauty’s brow, enchancing that touch of crimson even more vividly.

Kasahara Fumi glanced at him and coldly asked, "Why did you hit me?"

"Emergency handling!" Fujiwara Reya quickly explained.

Kasahara Fumi looked composed, her lips revealing a slight skew.

Next, the muscles on her cheek rippled like waves, and a small dimple appeared on the right side of her face. It was the first time Reya had seen a dimple appear on her face, and if it were a usual time, he would definitely rack his brains for something nice to say in praise, but now was not suitable for that.

"We are all the same kind of monster, we shouldn’t be like this." Fujiwara Reya played the emotional card, dispelling the barrier, slowly sitting back to the low table, and asked her, "Fumi, was the story about fire and lilies that the director told actually about you?"

Kasahara Fumi stood, staring intently at him.

Her long sleeved kimono was so gorgeous.

Although it lacked intricate patterns, the golden silk on the scarlet belt glittered brilliantly, one might say, the whole room was brightened by it. The young and beautiful demoness stood upright there at the source of light, her delicate doll-like white profile came sculpted out, making one doubt if she truly existed.

"I’ve been suspicious since that day." Fujiwara Reya said.

The tightly pursed lips of Kasahara Fumi revealed a curve with a slight hint of mockery.

"According to the director’s character, she wouldn’t tell me such an irrelevant little story for no reason. I tried to recall what she said that day, on a rainy morning, she went to pick flowers and encountered a ball of fire. Then she brought the lilies back to Tokyo. Do you know what I was thinking at that time?"

Kasahara Fumi still said nothing.

But this time she sat down, saw the dessert on the table, felt a bit hungry, and took it to eat.

"I remember you have a big appetite..." Fujiwara Reya admired, "Eating a lot yet able to maintain such a beautiful figure, Miki must envy you from the bottom of her heart."

Kasahara Fumi glanced at the souffle in her hand.

She seemed to regret eating this thing, but still felt hungry and needed to eat, so her gaze returned to Fujiwara Reya across from her, scooping a large spoonful into her mouth while meeting his gaze.

This silent action urged him not to waste words.

"At that time, I was just thinking," Fujiwara Reya sat upright, recalling the scene he imagined back then, "In the misty mountain forest, under a white paper umbrella appeared the youthful and beautiful face of the director. She lightly lifted her skirt and came before the ball of fire. And that elusive flame received the director’s attention and compassion. Wasn’t it a supreme moment? Each other’s lives began to intersect from then on..."

Kasahara Fumi remained silent.

Looking at his profile, her expression seemed to say "difficult to understand."

One mouthful after another, she finished both souffles, wiped her mouth carefully with a napkin, then began to close her eyes in contemplation. With hair white as snow and eyes red as crimson, the demoness knelt beside the hearth, pondering while listening to the sound of burning charcoal, the brilliant firelight casting a rosy and delicate glow on her pretty face, and her beautiful kimono seemed to come alive, shining radiantly, albeit her aura remained chilly.

Not long after, Kasahara Fumi looked up and, across the table, said stiffly, "Just your conjecture."

"Yeah, just speculation." Fujiwara Reya was also watching her.

With luminous white hair, her appearance had changed little, almost identical to the previous Kasahara Fumi, not even her temperament had become fiery from becoming a spirit. The expression on her emotionless face was unsure whether it was disdain or a cold sneer.

"When returning home that day, the director gave me a lily." He continued, "At that time, I started speculating about your identity through the fire and flower. However, the director’s words were so vague, I had no clues at first. But one thing I was sure of in my heart: as long as the flower was in my hand, there was nothing to worry about."