"What are you doing?"
The slow voice of Uesugi Sakura quietly entered her ears.
Hanamaru Hanabi, her nose covered by the sheet, suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Uh—!" as if startled.
She quickly pulled up the sheet to hide her suddenly blushing cheeks, like a frightened little rabbit trembling in hiding.
Uesugi Sakura couldn’t see her face hidden behind the sheet, but based on her behavior just now, he understood what was happening without needing to guess.
He deliberately, slowly asked, word by word:
"Hanabi... are you doing something strange?"
The sheet tightened inward a bit more.
A while later, Hanamaru Hanabi’s extremely shy voice came through the thin sheet.
"Lying isn’t allowed."
Uesugi Sakura smiled, grabbed the corner of the sheet with both hands, and pulled away the sheet covering her blushing face in one swift motion.
Hanamaru Hanabi’s beautiful eyes were initially wide open but shut tightly and frantically when she saw his face, her little hands timidly retracting to her chest.
"Sakura, Sakura-kun..."
After the simple cloth was pulled away, the girl’s cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.
Uesugi Sakura noticed her soft hair damp on her forehead and reached out to touch her feverishly rosy cheek.
"Is this Hanabi’s secret?"
Having been caught in her little act, Hanamaru Hanabi’s shyness reached its peak. She bit her lip and said:
"When you like someone, you should be brave enough to say it," Uesugi Sakura smiled mischievously, "you should say it yourself, Hanabi likes Sakura-kun’s scent."
Hanamaru Hanabi tightly shut her eyes, her flushed face buried in his pillow: "Hanabi, Hanabi can’t say it."
Her voice carried a hint of youthful innocence.
Uesugi Sakura leaned down, his mouth by her ear, "It’s okay, Sakura-kun likes Hanabi’s scent too. Isn’t it normal for lovers to like each other?"
His face moved down, pressing against her white as-tofu neck, gently biting it.
Her neck, bitten, together with the warmth of his breath and scent, sent a searing warmth to her heart.
His gentle hands also reached under her waistband.
Time... slowly passed.
Like a spring in April, the girl’s heart was completely engulfed in this uninterrupted tenderness.
Hanamaru Hanabi, having turned over, slightly raised her chin towards his head nestled in her neck, softly and sweetly calling, "Sakura-kun..."
The more you love, the more you want the other person close.
The incident from the afternoon had already been left far behind.
The sweetness of the girl’s fragrance is always captivating.
As his hands roamed gently over her soft body, the tactile sensation of the girl’s delicate skin etched an indescribable silhouette in his mind.
"Mm..." Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly let out a soft moan, soothing and gentle.
"What’s wrong?" Uesugi Sakura supported himself on the bed, looking at her.
Hanamaru Hanabi’s cheeks were red, her soft hands curling up at her sweatshirt’s chest, she softly said: "It’s just, just a little ticklish..."
A short while ago, Uesugi Sakura understood that when Hanabi said ticklish, it carried a hint of "comfort."
He gave her a gentle smile: "Tired after the long run?"
His smile left Hanamaru Hanabi unsure of his intentions, making her nervously and a bit expectantly agree:
Uesugi Sakura dragged out the word as he gently rubbed her soft tummy under the sweatshirt: "How about a bath?"
His words gradually reached her ears.
His hands were slow, warm, and gentle.
This silky itch lingered in her heart, growing deeper, making Hanamaru Hanabi too shy to meet his eyes. After wrestling with her thoughts for a long while, she quietly agreed:
The steamy vapor swirling in the air arose leisurely, covering the bright lights with a mist.
The soft sound of running water filled her ears, and the warm-colored bathroom light brightened the white tiles.
The sound of water was faint and dreamily elusive.
Sitting in the bathtub, Hanamaru Hanabi, the warm water caressed her flawless jade-like skin.
She tightly grasped the towel covering her chest, her face a stubborn red.
Hanamaru Hanabi kept turning her head towards the door, then hurriedly lowered it, repeating this pointless action.
The cute girl’s heart was conflicted and chaotic.
What should Hanabi do now, now?
"Sakura-kun, Hanabi wants to bathe alone..." the shy Hanamaru Hanabi called to the person outside.
"How can that be? Didn’t little Hanabi agree?"
"But... but..." Hanamaru Hanabi, with her hair wet, clutched the towel to her chest in a fluster, unsure what to say to her earlier self.
"Then I’m coming in."
The sound of the doorknob turning.
"No, no! You can’t!" Hanamaru Hanabi urgently shouted.
Uesugi Sakura didn’t hurriedly enter, instead, he said to the inside:
"If little Hanabi doesn’t agree, I’ll tell your mother about what happened just now."
"No, you can’t!" The girl’s shyness seeped out through the door gap.
"Then little Hanabi has to choose one."
Hanamaru Hanabi clutched the towel at her chest, feeling conflicted, and maybe her little head wasn’t quite clear today, she thought for a long time without responding.
Uesugi Sakura directly pushed the door open.
In the white porcelain bathtub, Hanamaru Hanabi’s eyes contracted sharply, she hurriedly turned her head away, "Sakura-kun shouldn’t come in yet! Hanabi hasn’t made up her mind."
As soon as he stepped in, the fragrance of the body wash filled his nose, the girl’s snow-white back faintly appeared under the mist.
"Since there’s no answer, little Hanabi tacitly agreed." Uesugi Sakura casually closed the door.
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