CHAPTER 727: CHAPTER 440 LIFE BETWEEN HUSBAND AND WIFE_3

Uesugi Sakura couldn’t be bothered to put on a shirt, and wandered around the house with his upper body bare.

He first went to the bathroom to wash his face, brush his teeth, tidy up his hair, and then examined himself in the mirror.

Such charm, 11.

Uesugi Sakura looked at his face in the mirror, occasionally cupping his chin and turning his face.

Maybe he could become one of those men who’s useless except for being handsome?

As he walked out of the bathroom, ready to have breakfast and then go for a morning run, Uesugi Sakura discovered that Hanamaru Hanabi was practicing yoga in the living room. Her yoga outfit covered the top part of her body, leaving only her navel exposed, as she followed the female instructor on TV through a series of complex poses.

"Morning."

"Morning, Sakura-kun."

Uesugi Sakura watched her movements with curiosity, as she sometimes lifted her leg, and sometimes bent her upper body low. With her hands on the mat and legs stretched back, her sapphire pendant hanging from her neck was particularly striking.

The pendant was hanging in the air, and at this moment, Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but wonder what it looked like beneath the pendant, in the subtle cleft below the girl’s collarbone.

Uesugi Sakura moved to the right, positioning himself at an angled side view.

Hanamaru Hanabi was focused on the TV instruction and didn’t notice anything peculiar about his movement.

Uesugi Sakura found a perfect spot, squatted down, peering inside, and then he realized she actually wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Let’s not speak of this for now.

He hadn’t noticed that little Hanabi seemed to have developed quite a bit now.

Was it because she had turned eighteen, hitting that growth spurt girls have?

Hanamaru Hanabi, with her hands supporting herself on the mat, was just about to switch poses with the instructor when she suddenly realized Uesugi Sakura was actually squatting in front of her, tilting his head, seemingly observing something.

"Sakura-kun?"

Uesugi Sakura pouted and lifted his chin, indicating a position.

Hanamaru Hanabi followed his gesture, looking down until her gaze passed the pendant hanging in front, seeing the exposed space beneath her collarbone.

The girl’s face instantly flushed red, and then she abandoned the pose with hands on the ground, standing up while covering her chest.

"Sakura-kun, you’re so naughty!"

Uesugi Sakura looked up at her from his squat: "Have you made breakfast yet?"

"Not yet... No, wait, Sakura-kun, you were clearly peeking at Hanabi just now; that’s what we should be talking about..."

Uesugi Sakura knew she wasn’t angry, "Alright, alright, I’m your husband, sneaking a peek isn’t a big deal."

"It’s not the same..." Hanamaru Hanabi’s voice became softer, and she hugged herself tighter, but her beautiful eyes remained on him.

"Even married couples shouldn’t sneak peeks."

"Actually, back in middle and high school, I peeked quite a bit."

"Sakura-kun... you actually said it out loud!" Hanamaru Hanabi reproached him with embarrassment.

"Who told you to not like wearing a bra at home." Uesugi Sakura naturally had his own reasoning.

"Because... because it’s uncomfortable... most of the time... Hanabi just forgets... but even so, Sakura-kun shouldn’t peek... Hanabi wasn’t Sakura-kun’s wife then, not even his girlfriend..."

"I didn’t mean to peek, it just happened by accident."

"I don’t believe... I don’t believe, Sakura-kun... Sakura-kun... you’re a big pervert."

Uesugi Sakura knew he’d often been called a big pervert by his wife lately. Was he really pushing his luck too much?

"H..." Hanamaru Hanabi’s voice was soft, yet she showed no resistance, like a sheep knowing it’s about to be eaten but still putting up no fight.