Fujiwara Reya wrapped his arms tightly around her waist.
"What are you doing, so many people are watching..." Kawashima Miki held the flowers protectively to her chest, blushing as she looked at him warily, "Let go of me first, we can talk when we get home."
"You're willing to say 'go home' now?" Fujiwara Reya looked at her, his eyes full of gentle and mischievous smiles.
Caught in such a loving gaze, Kawashima Miki couldn't help but feel the urge to do whatever he said, her earlier resistance seemingly vanishing instantly.
"I did great today," Fujiwara Reya said, lowering his head closer to her line of sight, "As my wife, shouldn't you reward your husband who worked hard outside all day?"
"Wife, husband—"
The girl at the reception desk shouted frantically.
In an instant, everyone in the lobby turned their eyes this way.
