Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 807 - 479: Hanabi Drunk (Part 2)

"Hanabi-chan."

"Hmm..." The girl’s response was filled with shyness and endless tenderness.

"I need... to get something to drink."

"Okay..." She adorably laid her head on his chest, still showing no sign of wanting to part.

The girl’s cuteness was both an indulgence and a difficult internal struggle to overcome.

Uesugi Sakura braced himself for a while before reluctantly pushing her soft body away from him. Even as they parted, he could still feel the warmth where she had rested her head on his chest and smell the fragrance emanating from her youthful body.

"Sakura-kun... come back quickly..."

"Alright."

Uesugi Sakura glanced at the girl sitting cross-legged on the bed rubbing her eyes. He got out of bed and stood in front of the bedroom door; then he looked back at her once more. Upon seeing her smile foolishly at him, Uesugi Sakura pushed the door open and stepped out of the bedroom.

Walking into the living room wearing slippers.

The air conditioning in the living room was off; as soon as he stepped out of the bedroom, a chilly draught crept into his clothes.

The window seemed not to be tightly shut.

The cold air invaded the space between his skin and clothes, causing Uesugi Sakura to shiver and hug his arms instinctively.

The wind and rain swirled outside, and the neon lights between the high-rises in Tokyo City scattered in the rainy night.

The rain in the dark night deepened the chill of the weather.

Uesugi Sakura endured the cold and quickly walked to the fridge in the open kitchen of the living room, intent only on grabbing the drinks quickly and returning.

He opened the fridge’s cooler section, hesitating between cola, milk, and beer.

Should he take cola, milk, or beer?

Beer... Hanabi-chan seems not to like this.

She does like milk, but at night... drinking milk seems not quite right.

— Uesugi Sakura wasn’t sure why it wasn’t right.

His gaze seemingly ignored the milk, lingering only between cola and beer.

Cola?

Beer?

Cold wind leaked out from the slightly open window seam, blowing onto Uesugi Sakura.

His skin prickled with goosebumps; he instinctively reached for the beer can.

Beer...?

Would Hanabi-chan drink it?

Uesugi Sakura looked carefully.

No, it can’t be called beer; it should be called fruit wine.

Fruit wine should have a lower alcohol content than beer; it should be considered a beverage.

The prolonged exposure to cold air made Uesugi Sakura involuntarily start to stomp his feet slightly. He thought about the fact that fruit wine was fruit-flavored, hastily grabbed a bag from the side, and randomly took seven or eight cans of beer from the fridge and placed them in the plastic bag.

Then he quickly ran back to the bedroom.

With a loud bang.

The door closed, and the warm air from the bedroom filled his body; the air carried a faint scent of a girl’s room, and these comfortable elements significantly relaxed Uesugi Sakura.

The chill began to dissipate.

"Sakura-kun, come in quickly." Hanamaru Hanabi had one hand tucked between her fair thighs, "Is it cold outside?"

"It’s raining, a bit."

Uesugi Sakura quickly pulled over a small table and placed the plastic bag on it, then took out the cans of fruit wine one by one.

"Sakura-kun... is this... beer?"

Uesugi Sakura’s movements stopped: "You don’t like it? I’ll go out and get you a can of fruit wine."

"No," Hanamaru Hanabi held him back, "it’s fine, let’s drink this... fruit wine should be a beverage."

"Alright then."

Hanabi was wearing loose, ultra-short shorts that people only wore at home, leaving four-fifths of her entire leg exposed—thighs, knees, calves, ankles, and feet... the entire beautiful leg’s contours were smooth and tender, with the skin showing a hint of redness on the white. Only a small stretch of fabric extending from the hip area covered a few critical parts.

Uesugi Sakura sat on the bed and snuggled up next to her.

It must be a man’s instinct; his gaze couldn’t stop drifting to her legs, wondering how smooth and soft they would feel to the touch.

"Sakura-kun, are you a bit cold?" she noticed his body was trembling slightly.

"It’s okay, just stay here for a while."

The air was quiet for a moment.

"Do you want to, Sakura-kun, stay here with Hanabi tonight..." Hanamaru Hanabi’s gaze was wandering, looking at him a bit shyly, her small hand even clutching her own foot, making some meaningless but very shy and bashful, girl-like movements.

Uesugi Sakura thought it was just her usual shyness and didn’t catch the implication in her words: "But we’re still in the romance game, right? The affection level hasn’t reached a certain point... we can’t be this intimate."

He took an orange-flavored fruit wine, opened it, and handed it to Hanabi-chan.

Hanamaru Hanabi didn’t refuse, taking the can with one hand, "Today... is a special case... it’s so cold outside, if Sakura-kun catches a cold... that would be bad..."

The girl’s voice grew quieter and quieter until in the end, she was too shy to utter more than a short syllable.

The air conditioning could be turned on outside the living room, and if you just closed the window tightly, it wasn’t actually that cold.

But given the current atmosphere and the shy words the girl just said... to suggest ’I could sleep outside, it’s no problem’ would be what you’d call dense or a blockhead.

Uesugi Sakura also couldn’t bear to leave the girl’s side, still thinking about the tender hug earlier.

He opened a can of fruit wine for himself, looked at Hanabi, and said, "Try a little, if it’s not suitable, don’t drink it. If you’re thirsty, I’ll get you some water or milk."

Hanamaru Hanabi glanced at the can in her hand and said, "Then... I’ll try it?"

"Give it a try."

Uesugi Sakura watched as she pressed her moist lips to the can’s mouth, taking a light sip.

"How does it feel?"

"It’s like... orange juice, but a bit different. Not great, but acceptable."

"Can you drink it?"

"Mmm..."

"That’s good then."

Uesugi Sakura watched her, first sipping bit by bit, then gradually drinking more freely.

They chatted about some topics in the meantime, just trivial daily matters, nothing important.

But Uesugi Sakura clearly noticed that Hanabi-chan’s face had turned red, not the usual cute red.

It was the kind of red when someone is drunk, that hazy kind of red.

Just as Uesugi Sakura was about to put down his finished can, with a clatter, the can fell off the bed onto the floor.

"Hanabi?"

Uesugi Sakura glanced over, then looked carefully again, seeing a girl with a flushed face swaying on the big bed.

"Sakura-kun..."

Uesugi Sakura hurried to support her slender arm, "Drunk?"

"Seems like... no... just a bit... dizzy..."

"Then you’re drunk, I’ll help you take off your clothes and rest." Uesugi Sakura found it odd, no matter how poor the alcohol tolerance, you shouldn’t get drunk on one can of fruit wine.

He picked up an unopened can of beer to check the alcohol content, then looked at the fruit wine’s content.

Goodness, one was 6 degrees, the other 14 degrees.

Turns out the fruit wine is stronger than the beer.

"Sakura-kun..." Hanamaru Hanabi, whose ears were flushed, suddenly grabbed him.

"What’s wrong?" Uesugi Sakura sat back down on the bed, trying to support her.

"I want... I want... a hug." Hanamaru Hanabi said, lunging into his arms.

She was drunk, so Uesugi Sakura obliged her by hugging her, patting her back while saying, "Okay, you want a hug, you want a hug."

The girl’s face was flushed, and even being held wasn’t enough; she wriggled continuously in his arms.

Eventually, she lay down on his lap, face up, smiling and looking at him: "Sakura-kun is so handsome~~"

"Yes, yes, alright, Hanabi-chan, when you’re drunk you should sleep, okay?" Uesugi Sakura tried to coax her.

"Sakura-kun, do you think... Hanabi is... pretty?"

"Pretty, extremely pretty."

Uesugi Sakura replied as he tried to help her sit up and take off her clothes, but to his surprise, she suddenly sat up, placed her hands on Uesugi Sakura’s shoulders, and pushed him down onto the big bed.

He didn’t expect that this delicate girl Hanabi-chan would be so strong. Just as he was about to get up, a pair of small hands suddenly pressed on his abdomen, preventing him from moving.

"Sakura-kun... if you think Hanabi is pretty... you should spoil Hanabi well..."

Before Uesugi Sakura could react, a rosy, adorable face moved close to his above.