CHAPTER 668: CHAPTER 414 A COMPLETELY UNUSUAL DAY_2

Hanabi’s touch really made me a little flustered.

Riding a bicycle outside, there is always a bit of discomfort.

Hanamaru Hanabi leaned into him, her entire upper body almost pressed against his back, "Hanabi is going to change her strategy against Sakura-kun."

"..."

"Doesn’t Sakura-kun want to know?"

"Yes."

"Hanabi won’t tell Sakura-kun."

Continuing to ride the bicycle, Uesugi Sakura never thought he’d see the day Hanabi-chan would tease him.

Could it be karma for having bullied her too much in the past?

...

Oh well, better take her home quickly.

This isn’t a great place to be outside.

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"100...101...102...103..."

The air conditioning was on indoors, and Uesugi Sakura was doing push-ups, shirtless, in his huge living room at home. While sweating, he murmured to himself about getting along with this version of Hanabi.

Now that she’s sick, to heal her, he needs to act as usual.

Hanamaru Hanabi brought out a plate of freshly washed strawberries from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa.

Meanwhile, Uesugi Sakura was not far away, displaying his upper body. Even though it wasn’t intentional, Hanamaru Hanabi was captivated by him. Kneeling on the carpet by the coffee table, she ate strawberries while admiring the delicate sheen of sweat slipping off him.

"300..."

After finishing his target for today, Uesugi Sakura stopped, feeling that his stamina had declined recently.

The reason... was probably due to some kidney deficiency...

Somehow, after Hanabi-chan was fed several doses of medicine, her stamina increased remarkably.

At least an hour each time, starting two times every night.

Even though... she was still a particularly shy girl.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t know if others could withstand it, but he was barely surviving under her skirt.

Thus, the thought of strengthening his exercise came to mind.

Morning jogs, push-ups, bench presses, dumbbells... whatever came to mind, just focus on building the body first.

"Sakura-kun, what do you want for dinner?" Hanamaru Hanabi asked him, kneeling on the carpet not too far away.

"Isn’t there half a cut chicken left in the refrigerator?" Uesugi Sakura thought for a moment and said.

"Soup?"

"Yes."

Hanamaru Hanabi had only taken off her leather shoes upon returning home; she hadn’t changed out of her sailor outfit and pleated skirt. Her slender legs, wrapped in black stockings, peeked out from beneath her skirt. Her small feet stepped on the fluffy carpet as she walked towards him.

There was a pair of tiny butterfly ornaments around her ankles, making her steps lively and graceful.

When Hanamaru Hanabi reached him, due to the height difference, the girl could only look up to see him.

Uesugi Sakura didn’t have that robust musculature; his build was more delicate, with well-defined lines from chest to waist, and his abs were just faintly visible.

Hanamaru Hanabi placed her hands behind her back, her face carrying a faint smile as she admired him up and down.

"Sakura-kun is so handsome."

For some reason, Uesugi Sakura suddenly recalled the scene when she sat by the bed in the morning, watching him bathe through the foggy glass.

"Shouldn’t we cook now?"

"Is Sakura-kun hungry?"

"Hungry..."

Hanamaru Hanabi wanted to reach out to touch his body, but Uesugi Sakura coughed a few times, awkwardly pushing her hand away, "Let’s cook first."

Hanamaru Hanabi tilted her head slightly, "It always seems like Sakura-kun is like a little girl now."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because guys should be more straightforward. For example, if Hanabi wants to touch Sakura-kun, Sakura-kun should act nonchalant and even pull Hanabi, who’s touching Sakura-kun, into his arms."

As Hanamaru Hanabi said this, she placed the finger that touched his chest close to her soft lips.

Gently nibbling on it.

"Sakura-kun is hungry; it’s only reasonable for Hanabi to cook. However, Hanabi wants a little reward."

"Reward?"

"Yeah, a reward. Without a reward, Hanabi feels like she lacks motivation." Hanamaru Hanabi lowered her head, her hands twisting together in front of her skirt, "A dish made without enthusiasm... won’t taste that good."

After saying this, she immediately looked up and gave him a sweet smile.

This...

Uesugi Sakura hurriedly put on the white shirt lying beside him, afraid that she might seize the opportunity to stealthily touch him again.

"Why is Sakura-kun in such a hurry?"

Uesugi Sakura quickly interrupted, "What do you mean by reward?"

Hanamaru Hanabi took his hand, holding it with both of hers, and looked at him, "Milk, is that okay?"

"Hanabi... be serious..."

"Oh, it’s a pity. Hanabi just wants a hug from Sakura-kun."

"Just a hug is enough?"

"Yeah, just a hug."

This request was indeed not demanding.

Uesugi Sakura hugged her, feeling the familiar warmth from her body.

"Alright! Now I’m motivated, Sakura-kun, wait a little, dinner will be ready soon."

Watching her back as she walked to the kitchen, Uesugi Sakura realized that he just experienced the feeling of interacting with the regular Hanabi.

Hanabi... her personality might diverge at times, but she’s still her, the same person. Love remains the same, just the methods differ; acceptance is all it takes.

Hanamaru Hanabi didn’t keep him waiting long; after a little over half an hour, she busied herself with preparing five small dishes and a pot of chicken soup.

The scent of dinner permeated the dining table.

Fortunately, even the darker side of Hanabi hadn’t lost her culinary skills, every dish was delicious.

Uesugi Sakura poured the soup over his rice, enjoying it with some stir-fried meat, feeling warmth from Hanabi’s cooking spreading through his mouth, throat, and stomach.

"Tomorrow, Dr. Nakamura asked us to go again...

Uesugi Sakura looked up and realized her expression had suddenly darkened.

"Sakura-kun, didn’t Hanabi say she despises psychologists the most? Hanabi isn’t sick, not at all."

He didn’t understand why Hanamaru Hanabi was so resistant, but to avoid upsetting her, he could only take back his words and remain silent.

Seeing him no longer mentioning it, her delicate face instantly brightened into a smile:

"Sakura-kun should eat quickly, later Hanabi will prepare your bath water."

Her care was still meticulous.

She even asked thoughtfully if he wanted her to help remove her stockings.

She was going to take a bath, and Uesugi Sakura was afraid he wouldn’t be able to resist, so he declined.

"Sakura-kun can peek, you know."

Standing at the bathroom door with a towel, Hanamaru Hanabi smiled at him sitting by the bed, then closed the door.

Through the translucent glass wall, seeing the vague silhouette inside, Uesugi Sakura regretted installing a bathroom next to the bedroom.

As expected.

After Hanamaru Hanabi finished the bath, she displayed an extremely high level of dependency on him, constantly moving her hands all over him under the covers.

"Little Sakura-kun needs a massage?" the girl asked cutely.

"..." Uesugi Sakura said nothing.

"So it means you need a massage."

It’s the same wife, the same wife...

Just when Uesugi Sakura had mentally prepared himself, closed his eyes, and was ready to reach the limit of foreplay.

"Okay, let’s sleep."

"?"

"Hanabi-chan, you..."

Hanamaru Hanabi pulled out a wet wipe from the bedside, wiped her hands clean, and tossed it into the trash can. Supporting herself with one hand on the bed, she yawned sleepily:

"Ah... Sakura-kun... Hanabi is sleepy, goodnight."

With that, she immediately fell asleep.

Uesugi Sakura verified that she was indeed asleep.

But with her asleep, what should he do?

Uesugi Sakura closed his eyes, trying not to think of all those unnecessary thoughts.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, form is emptiness, emptiness is form.

It doesn’t work.

He couldn’t sleep!

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, lifted half the blanket, glanced at the girl beside him illuminated by the moonlight, sighed, and walked to the bathroom helplessly.

...

After the sound of a toilet flushing, a slightly fatigued Uesugi Sakura turned off the light and walked out of the bathroom.

Looking at the girl sleeping on the large bed, he thought, could she have done it on purpose?

On purpose, on purpose... wrestling with these thoughts... what good would it do?

Uesugi Sakura had exercised all day and was utterly exhausted. He lifted the covers and fell into a deep sleep.

Forget it, think about it tomorrow.

...

In a place that is hard to describe.

"Hanabi... how should I address you?"

Hanamaru Hanabi’s eyes flickered as she looked at the person in front of her: a smiling Hanamaru Hanabi identical to her.