The cousin is basically boarding at their house.
The Uesugi siblings have a good relationship, and they all played happily together when they were little, so Uesugi Sakura’s family is also welcoming to her.
Uesugi Shio is good at everything, but if there’s a flaw, it’s that she likes to slack off like Uesugi Sakura.
You can’t rely on her for cooking; she completely depends on little Hanabi’s skills.
The constant drizzle of the rainy season that lasted half a month finally ended. My ears were almost calloused from the sound of rain.
However, after the rain, the sky cleared, and when the heavy clouds dispersed into the sky, the clear blue sky of Tokyo appeared with its greatest clarity and brightness.
Sunlight streamed through the blinds into the bedroom, breaking into small fragments, dancing brightly on the girl’s tender red shoulders, contrasted by her fair skin.
Hanamaru Hanabi’s rosy cheeks, lying sideways on the pillow, were also illuminated vividly.
The girl was drowsy, breathing hotly. Her ears tingled with the heat, as if bitten by someone.
The petite body of the girl was held in an embrace, her soft body exuding a pleasant fragrance, and her softly pressed lips were so tempting to bite.
Her ears were as sensitive as ever, turning bright and warm with just a gentle nibble.
Even though she was still holding onto a life-sized white shark.
"Sakura, Sakura-kun..."
Her adorable crescent-shaped eyebrows slightly furrowed. Hanamaru Hanabi hugged the white shark tighter, her little head still immersed in a hazy dreamscape.
Uesugi Sakura released her reddened earlobe, leaned down to her ear, and whispered softly:
Hanamaru Hanabi responded softly, but besides hugging the white shark even tighter, she made no other movements.
"Still loves to sleep in so much."
Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but shake his head, then propped his head with his right hand, lying on one side to watch her peacefully sleep.
She faced him. The thin sheet covered just below her chest, and her snow-white shoulders slipped out from her pink pajamas, completely exposed to the air.
Sunshine fell on her, gently warming the air bit by bit.
The more Uesugi Sakura looked at her, the more he got lost in her adorable sleeping face.
Calm breathing, a small nose, cherry-red cheeks.
She looks much prettier now than when she was a child.
Uesugi Sakura’s heart suddenly raced, and his hand, almost unconsciously, slipped under the sheet, crawling onto her slender waist.
Rubbing, pinching, kneading.
Hanamaru Hanabi reacted, calling out dreamily with her eyes closed, "Tickles..."
The white shark in her arms was already tightly locked in her grip.
The girl’s delicate skin was so smooth it was hard to describe in words, and her fair, clean belly was constantly warming his fingers and palms.
After a long while, Uesugi Sakura reluctantly withdrew his hand, his eyes narrowing with appreciation as he looked at her pleasing face.
With a single slap, the alarm clock on the nightstand was silenced. Uesugi Shio sat up from the bed with difficulty, half-closing her lazy eyelids, meaninglessly rubbing her own hair.
Even at school, her elegant appearance, which sometimes made girls envious, remained lethargic as ever.
Staring at the wardrobe that didn’t seem to belong here, it took her a while to gather her thoughts.
"Ah~~ (lazily), at Sakura’s house..."
She sat quietly for another five minutes.
Just as she was about to lie back down, the bedside alarm clock suddenly rang again.
She directly turned it off.
"Why am I so annoying? Forget it, better get up."
Putting on shoes, washing up, changing clothes.
When changing clothes, Uesugi Shio returned to the bedroom to rummage through her things and suddenly remembered she seemed to have left it in Uesugi Sakura’s room yesterday.
She stood up, her slender hand brushing past the table, tearing open a lollipop and popping it into her mouth as she headed towards the room diagonally across the hallway.
Her long fingers pressed against the wall, her nails scraping across it, following this parallel line until they quickly grasped the cold doorknob.
Just as she was about to press down, a thought occurred to her.
"Sakura is 16 this year, right? He wouldn’t be doing that sort of thing so early in the morning, would he? Would it be bad if I just went in without knocking? Maybe I should knock first to give him some preparation time?"
The next second, Uesugi Shio quietly pressed down on the cold doorknob.
What hasn’t a sister seen?
A faint sound of the door opening.
She slightly poked her head in, her light-blue fringe and peering eyes emerging through the crack in the door.
Then, seeing the scene on the bed, she gripped the doorframe with her hand, her lifeless eyes brimming with interest.
"Why is little Hanabi here? Where’s Sakura?"
Uesugi Shio scanned the corners of the room, indeed not seeing Uesugi Sakura, so she glanced back at the unlit bathroom.
Uesugi Shio walked in, seeing Hanamaru Hanabi holding the white shark, sleeping peacefully.
Her face was a lovely cherry red, like cherry blossoms in spring breezes, a beautiful visage.
So much more graceful.
Uesugi Shio "crunched" the lollipop in her mouth.
A girl sleeping on a boy’s bed early in the morning, and the boy isn’t even in the room.
In general, what does this situation suggest?
As the sister who watched them grow up together, Uesugi Shio couldn’t help but shake her head.
"Little Hanabi is only 15, and Sakura doesn’t know how to cherish her. Even if there’s an engagement, they can’t be ."
Reminiscing about their childhood days, Uesugi Shio, still chewing on the white stick, prepared to turn to the wardrobe, grab clothes, and leave the room.
Upon turning her head, she noticed a bulge near Hanamaru Hanabi’s stomach.
A lump, which looked like a head but wasn’t one, seemingly breathing.
Definitely not Uesugi Sakura.
Looking at Hanamaru Hanabi’s peaceful sleeping face, she lifted the sheet.
Seeing this thing, Uesugi Shio didn’t know what to say.
Seconds later, a plump ginger cat was lifted by the back of its neck by her.
Uesugi Shio half-closed her listless sapphire eyes, engaging in a stare-off with the ginger cat’s dull slits.
"Where did this fat cat come from?"
Slothful eyes met slothful eyes; Uesugi Kitty let out a long cat yawn, its tail swirling below.
Even with its neck being lifted, it didn’t panic at all, scratching its face frame with its front paw.
Uesugi Shio glanced at little Hanabi’s fair white belly, then said to Uesugi Kitty, "Playing cute won’t work. You, fat cat, crawling onto someone’s belly, how inappropriate is that?"
Uesugi Kitty meowed weakly, its hind legs hanging, tail swaying.
I’m just a small kitty, fond of warm places.
It took Uesugi Shio a while to shake Hanamaru Hanabi awake from her dream.
Hanamaru Hanabi rubbed her sleepy eyes, then a furry white tummy suddenly filled her vision.
Uesugi Shio, lifting the ginger cat by the neck, looked at the slightly dazed Hanabi and said:
"Is this fat cat yours?"
Hanamaru Hanabi, looking at the familiar ginger cat, thought seriously for a moment, "No, Hanabi doesn’t have it."
"Then I’ll throw it out."