CHAPTER 342: CHAPTER 260: LEISURE TIME, VISITORS COME.

The next day, the time was nearing the end of May.

After several days of bright sunshine, the clouds finally gathered water droplets, and with a breeze, converged in the sky, transforming into raindrops descending to the ground.

They pattered on the rooftop, forming sliding dewdrops on the glass windows, bringing a pattering sound.

The sound of rain amplifies what’s in the heart; the more at peace one’s heart is, the more they enjoy the sound of rain. The more restless one’s heart is, the more they dislike it.

Uesugi Sakura woke up in the morning, staring blankly at the ceiling while resting his head on the pillow.

His mind was still recalling the clingy Hanabi from his dream.

Some parts were unclear, but the plot seemed to follow directly from the last time.

He was tied up by her in a pitch-black small room, sitting in a wheelchair with hands and legs bound by plastic tape, surrounded by white walls covered with his name written in red brush, densely overlapped.

He seemed to have stayed there a long while, feeling very uncomfortable when the creaking door opened, and the light cast on his face.

The strong light blurred the figure holding a lunchbox at the door; her silhouette was whitening, and the figure was pitch black.

But it always seemed like she was subtly smiling.

She stepped lightly, her skirt swaying gently, with a dangling shark pendant on the bag at her waist.

She slowly approached, supporting her cheek with one hand, eyes smiling, a brilliant smile blooming on her adorable face:

"Even if Sakura forgets Hanabi, Hanabi will surely get him back."

Memory nearly broke here, with some vaguely indescribable matters following.

But too fragmented to recall.

Lately, he’s been dreaming about her frequently.

His thoughts returned to reality.

The raindrops seemed to have grown louder in his ears.

Uesugi Sakura gazed at the ceiling, and recalling that gentle smile in the backlight sent a chill down his spine.

Turning his head, he found Hanamaru Hanabi’s peaceful sleeping appearance in a small vest, her petite hands curled up placed in front, cheeks rosy, shallow breaths carrying a faint fragrance.

Uesugi Sakura reached out and pinched, soft and fleshy, exuding a comfortable warmth at his fingertips.

It’s said that a girl’s skin is very soft, but only when pinched can one truly feel how soft and bouncy it is.

Seeing her sweet look, the imagery of Hanabi from the dream vanished instantly.

Especially because she wasn’t quite covered by the blanket, and the bulging curves concealed under the little vest beneath her collarbone were highly alluring.

Well-developed.

Can such a reachable opportunity be missed?

Uesugi Sakura’s answer was, of course not.

So, he stealthily snuck his hand under the blanket, into the little vest, gradually sliding upward along the girl’s flat belly.

...

...

"Sakura...?"

The air confronted in silence for a few seconds within their gaze.

Blinking a few times, finding him smiling politely; just when puzzled, he added, "Good morning."

"Good mor—"

About to respond, suddenly sensed a touch, realizing Hanamaru Hanabi instantly turned bashful, dodging her gaze.

"Naughty..."

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The washing room.

Hanamaru Hanabi was brushing her teeth at the sink, wearing Uesugi Sakura’s shirt.

Ever since last time, she’s often worn his shirt as homewear.

Uesugi Sakura held a cup, squeezed out toothpaste, and stood beside her brushing teeth.

In the mirror, their contrasting images reflected, one tall, one short.

Uesugi Sakura noticed she only reached slightly above his shoulder.

"Hanabi, why are you so short."

"Does Sakura prefer taller ones?" Hanamaru Hanabi turned her head to glance at him, talking with the toothbrush in her mouth, her voice came out unclear.

The white shirt was loose, the collar widened, her fair collarbone clearly visible under the light.

"Not really, just suddenly wanted to ask." Uesugi Sakura rinsed the cup, "Rather, I prefer someone with a smaller frame."

"Why?" Hanamaru Hanabi asked.

"Easy to hold," Uesugi Sakura replied, setting the cup, "like holding a girl like Hanabi, letting her entire body lean in my arms, face bashful, eyes dodging, skin pure white, feet bare, saying how much she likes me, then—"

"Then Sakura gets to conveniently mess around..." Hanamaru Hanabi mumbled quietly.

"Human nature." Uesugi Sakura understood what she referred to his sneaky actions earlier in the morning.

"Sakura is just making excuses, clearly the male leads in dramas are always gentle and wouldn’t do such things..."

Morning dramas misleading people deeply, Uesugi Sakura thought he’d have to let her watch less, all deceitful love stories for young girls.

"Drama is just drama, the male leads are all acting, besides, scenes like that can be aired? At most, just kissing scenes."

"Sakura is annoying."

"It’s okay, Hanabi will get used to it soon."

"No way, no way! Sakura can’t keep randomly touching, mmm—"

Uesugi Sakura cleaned his hands, wiped the water with a towel, holding her delicate face in his hands as she spoke, smiling charmingly:

"Blame yourself for being too beautiful."

Hanamaru Hanabi, with his hands cupping her face, unable to turn, had to avert her bright eyes, whispering:

"Sakura...only bullies Hanabi..."

"You can bully me too, I won’t resist."

Uesugi Sakura squeezed her cheek, his palms filled with her tender texture.

Watching her face constantly distort under his torment, Uesugi Sakura smiled again, lifted her face, and swiftly nipped her thin lips.

"Hmm, sweet," he laughingly commented, "and with a bit of spice, did you secretly eat chili while getting up?"