The elder daughter of Mr Wasabi scoffed as she said, "This is not your house. It is Mr Yuan's house."
She was right. Even though I was married to Arashi, I couldn't tell that bluntly that it was my house but the room we shared together was our personal.
"Well, it is her house as much as mine." A voice said, startling us both. We looked at the source and saw Arashi was standing by the door with a grim face. He portrayed a very displeased expression that Mr Wasabi's daughter was mortified.
I noticed his haori got a large blood stain and his hands were washed but they still reeked of blood.
He had worn Haori and Hakama after taking a bath since today our guests were coming. But it seemed he forgot to put off the light coat when the patients came, thus it caught blood.
I looked at the b
