Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard Chapter 877 - 517: Made Up, But Not Completely—So, Please Ke

Uesugi Sakura gazed at the ceiling, continuously exhaling warm breath.

Actually, this kind of situation happens often, but each ti 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 ssy, 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 an 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’ an?"

"It ans big pervert!"

"Oh co on," Uesugi Sakura smiled and turned sideways, resting his hand on his head as he looked at her small face halfway buried in the pillow, "Speaking of being a pervert, compared to , it seems like so young lady here actually has more stamina."

"No, you’re not allowed to say such things!"

Uesugi Sakura hurriedly shut his mouth, smiling, "Okay, I won’t say it."

"In any case, it’s Sakura-kun’s fault... such a big wolf..." Hanamaru Hanabi said while burying her head.

"Alright," Uesugi Sakura rested his face in his hand, smiling as he nodded, "Okay, it’s my fault."

Hanamaru Hanabi lowered the blanket covering her face, lifted her petite shoulders, touched the pillow with her right hand, and looked at him: "Sakura-kun..."

"What is it?"

"Hanabi... Actually, everything she could give... she has already given to Sakura-kun."

Under the faint moonlight, Hanamaru Hanabi gazed at him, gently brushing her index finger on the smooth fabric above the pillow.

Looking at her... it’s as though the only brightness in the night sky has also fallen into her beautiful bright purple pupils.

Uesugi Sakura t her shimring, brilliant purple eyes, and said softly with tenderness in his eyes:

"I know..."

Hanamaru Hanabi smiled gently, "Actually in a TV drama, this situation ans it’s over, right... After all, the heroine has already been seen by everyone."

"Hmm..." Uesugi Sakura responded softly.

"Hanabi... always believes herself to be alive, living beside Sakura-kun... Perhaps he sotis makes Hanabi sad... But Hanabi still loves him, because Hanabi always believes what Sakura-kun says to her, she always believes..."

The girl’s voice was soft and gentle, neither fast nor slow, her small hand seemingly unintentionally resting closely against Uesugi Sakura’s hand.

Hanamaru Hanabi smiled at him, then Uesugi Sakura appeared lost in her smile.

He only felt that her small hand conveyed warmth, bringing a bit of softness, a scent...

...

Indeed, it’s because she treats him so well, that Uesugi Sakura feels full of guilt towards her.

"Sakura-kun... Don’t dwell on unhappy things, we have such a long, long road ahead of us, don’t we?"

Uesugi Sakura saw the warmth written across her smiling little face, his throat slightly rolling, he didn’t know what his feelings were at the mont... moved? Guilty? Or perhaps gratitude for her incessant smiles...?

Probably, all of them...

As long as one is human, they feel lonely, and Uesugi Sakura feels as if he is like a person by the fireplace on a cold snowy night. Her warmth, her voice, is like the gentle fla inside, making him—just returned ho—unable to resist approaching that lone fla in the snowy night.

"Haha..." Uesugi Sakura suddenly chuckled twice.

"Sakura-kun... What’s so funny?"

"I don’t know, it’s just, suddenly I feel like laughing."

"Suddenly feel like laughing? Sakura-kun... how odd."

Uesugi Sakura restrained his laughter, went to hold her small hand resting on the back of his hand: "Actually... just now I felt for a mont, like jumping into your arms and snuggling, perhaps it’s strange, like a cat maybe."

"Snuggling?" Hanamaru Hanabi hearing this, withdrew her right hand, hugged herself tightly with both hands: "Sakura-kun, what are you thinking about again?"

"Don’t misunderstand, this ti it’s not about cats, I just purely want to sleep in your arms."

After hearing his explanation, Hanamaru Hanabi nodded: "Hanabi... can understand Sakura-kun’s thought."

"Then can I lean on you while sleeping?"

"Hanabi also wants to lean on Sakura-kun to sleep."

"Then lean on to sleep."

"No way."

"Hmm? Shouldn’t you agree with ?"

"Because Hanabi hasn’t completely forgiven Sakura-kun, just forgiven a little bit, only a little." Hanamaru Hanabi emphasized with a weak voice.

"What, just now I thought Hanabi looked happy and satisfied, seems like you even said sothing like ’Sakura-kun is amazing’."

"Don’t say!"

"Alright, I won’t say it."

"And, and and and... That doesn’t an I’ve forgiven Sakura-kun!" Her face flushed with urgency, Hanamaru Hanabi stamred, seeing his smile made her embarrassed, she pulled over the blanket, covering her head like a rabbit.

"Hanabi... I..." Uesugi Sakura’s hand reached under the blanket, resting on her still warm waist.

Hanamaru Hanabi only felt her waist being grasped twice, she poked her head out again, softly said to him: "Just now Hanabi wanted Sakura-kun to continue... Sakura-kun couldn’t, how co now it’s okay..."