On the sofa, the young lady was sound asleep.
Lying on her side, she remained motionless, her even breathing and straight black hair cascading down to the carpet.
Fujiwara Reya sat closer, leaned over, and looked at Kawashima Miki, whose hands were clenched in fists at her chest, her sensual lips slightly pursed. Her sleeping face was peaceful, with the white, soft skin of her neck gently trembling with each breath, like an alluring little lazy cat.
Was she really asleep, or just pretending?
Based on what he knew about her, Fujiwara Reya leaned towards the latter.
He stepped onto the sofa and slowly lay down next to her. As his weight shifted, the sofa cushion sank, causing Kawashima Miki's body to tilt slightly towards him.
The sofa didn't have enough space for two people to lie side by side, so Fujiwara Reya lay down facing Kawashima Miki. He wrapped one arm through the side of her waist, holding her back, while the other slipped under her neck, drawing her closer to him.
