Uesugi Sakura gazed at the ceiling, continuously exhaling warm breath.
Actually, this kind of situation happens often, but each time he still finds it a bit hard to bear.
He turned his head, glanced at the leaves outside the window gently swaying in the breeze, then turned back to face the girl's blush-tinged face.
Just as Uesugi Sakura glanced back, Hanamaru Hanabi deliberately avoided his gaze.
"Should we take a bath?"
"It's so late... better not..." Hanamaru Hanabi's bangs were a bit messy, and her slightly inward-curled short hair was gently tucked behind her ear.
Her snow-white shoulders were exposed outside the sheets, glowing and vibrant.
"No peeking." Hanamaru Hanabi stretched out her hand to block his eyes.
"Peeking doesn't mean anything..." Uesugi Sakura laughed as he removed her hand from his eyes.
Hanamaru Hanabi pulled the blanket up, half-covering her peach-colored face, and muttered softly, "Sakura-kun, you're such a pervert."
"What does 'pervert' mean?"
