The atmosphere inside the car suddenly turned somewhat intimate, and the two of them tacitly fell silent.
However, Umiri's hand was still wandering freely across Miki Kashiwagi's face. The twenty-seven-year-old veteran's face was about to turn into a lump of rising dough—Master Pastry Chef Umiri could just knead the special old-man dough, slice it up, and throw it straight into the pot.
To be honest, a girl like Umiri—well-proportioned, with graceful curves and a pretty face—was still quite attractive to Miki Kashiwagi. I admit that for a brief moment, my heart really did skip a beat...
Chapter 333