After frolicking in the snow for a while,
Sora Ginko was clearly starting to pant.
Looking at the girl's frail, delicate figure,
Yukima Azuma couldn't help but worry—
If soday the two of them ended up "icha icha paradise," would she even be able to handle it?
Their breath turned into mist in the cold air.
Through that faint mist,
Sora Ginko felt that Yukima Azuma's expression had beco… a little strange.
As if he was thinking about sothing not exactly pure.
Not quite perverted,
But Sora Ginko still couldn't help turning beet red.
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