Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 809 - 481: The First Ray of Morning Sunshine’s Warmth
However, when Uesugi Sakura lowered his hand and reopened his eyes, Aei was no longer at the doorway.
He let out a sigh of relief.
Even though Aei saw this scene, with her little bits of knowledge about everything, it shouldn’t be too big of a deal.
Uesugi Sakura fell back heavily onto the pillow, his eyes fixed on the ceiling above.
He stayed silent for a short while.
Following the morning sunlight, he turned his gaze in another direction.
The light danced and shimmered on her snowy white shoulder, glistening as if wet.
As Uesugi Sakura watched for a long time, he couldn’t help but think about the past, how there was never such a close chance to observe her delicate shoulders before.
Now, not only could he observe her closely, but if he wanted, he could hold her in his arms, inhale her fragrance, and gently comb her hair with his fingers.
The girl’s back was truly petite, the fair lines from her arms to her shoulders to her nape made one unable to resist wanting to embrace her frail figure.
The most memorable thing for Uesugi Sakura from last night, besides Hanabi’s caring tenderness, was when she cried in his arms.
Even though it was very brief...
She rarely cried, since childhood she liked to hide and secretly wipe her tears by herself, never blaming anyone, never reproaching others.
Hanamaru Hanabi was immersed in the ocean of dreams, her expression unguarded, as adorable as when she was sleeping her soundest and most peacefully.
When the sunlight jumping on her shoulder fell into Uesugi Sakura’s eyes, he reached out his hand, and gently turned Hanamaru Hanabi to her side, letting her little head lean towards him.
"Hanabi, get up for work."
Uesugi Sakura tried to call her and gently nudged her shoulder, but she showed no sign of waking, only revealing a serene and elegant slumbering face to him.
With his hand close, he could feel the steady breath from her nose, and scent the lily fragrance from a mix of body wash and her own body.
Uesugi Sakura couldn’t help but bring his nose to her hair, earnestly inhaling for a while.
Noticing the blanket over her chest was a bit too low, he pulled it up to cover crucial parts, leaving only the clavicles exposed.
Though he couldn’t see, now that Uesugi Sakura was sharing a large bed with her, her leg was voluntarily draped over his leg, her skin smooth and warm.
Since there was no rush to go to school, and there were snacks in the fridge, breakfast wouldn’t be a problem for Aei and Chiaei.
Uesugi Sakura simply decided to hold his wife and sleep a bit longer, his hand slowly slipping under the blanket and caressing her warm abdomen, gliding from the waistline to the back, pulling her whole body closer to him.
Comfortable, but doing so had a downside—
To avoid making her uncomfortable, Uesugi Sakura shifted back a bit.
This was the kind of place where heaven and hell meet, looking at the bare Hanamaru Hanabi sleeping blissfully on his chest, Uesugi Sakura even admired himself a little.
One hand wrapped under her back supporting her shoulder, while the other rested on her slender waist, fingers pressed downward, feeling the delicate resilience of her soft belly.
Trying not to disturb her sleep, Uesugi Sakura closed his eyes once again.
Thinking, let’s sleep a little longer—
...
"Sakura-kun, Sakura-kun, Sakura-kun..."
Uesugi Sakura just felt a pair of hands lightly shaking him, while one foot was still in a dream, "Mm...?"
"Good morning... Sakura-kun."
"Morning."
With his eyes closed, Uesugi Sakura instinctively wanted to reach out and hug her.
"No... Sakura-kun..."
A pair of hands seemed to be pushing his chest, only then did Uesugi Sakura realize it wasn’t a dream but reality in front of him.
Opening his eyes, he saw Hanabi with a slight blush.
"What’s wrong?" Uesugi Sakura asked.
"Why is Sakura-kun beside Hanabi...?" Hanamaru Hanabi lifted the blanket in front of her chest for a peek, then hastily covered herself up again, looking at Uesugi Sakura lying beside her.
"Can’t a husband be beside his wife?"
"No, that’s not what I mean..."
"Then what do you mean?"
Uesugi Sakura inquired, she was backlit by the sunlight, the bright morning light giving her petite body a circle of pure white halo.
"Sakura-kun... aren’t we playing at love games? Technically... it shouldn’t be this close now..." Hanamaru Hanabi stammered more and more.
"But, yesterday was Hanabi-chan who wanted me to stay over," Uesugi Sakura sat up, pulling her little hand, admiring her face, much cuter than any beautiful girl, stained with heat, as delicate as a peeled boiled egg.
"Hanabi herself...?"
"Yes."
"But Hanabi... has no memory of it..."
After such a long night, Hanabi-chan actually has no memory of it.
Not good.
Still want to see even more of Hanabi’s shy expressions.
At this moment, Uesugi Sakura again harbored a mischievous thought, leaning closer to Hanamaru Hanabi who was sitting on the bed, covering her chest with the blanket.
"Sakura-kun..."
Hanamaru Hanabi shrank back a bit, somewhat fearfully.
"Hanabi-chan, do you remember what you did last night?"
"Last... night?"
Hanamaru Hanabi glanced around, the bedroom full of beer cans, and clothes of both Uesugi Sakura and herself scattered haphazardly.
Although she was a bit silly, the girl could understand what happened.
Her face rapidly turned burning hot, burying her head deep like her brain had been short-circuited, her little hands clenched tightly to the sheet.
"Hanabi-chan." Uesugi Sakura moved a bit closer, calling out to her at the same time.
She buried her face, almost every bit closer she drew, her innocent and lovely appearance flashed back in his mind.
Gradually approaching, Uesugi Sakura took her hand from behind, holding those smooth fingers one by one, feeling the small and warm beauty as if it were truly held in hand.
"Sakura-kun, did Hanabi get drunk yesterday?"
"Yes."
"Did he... say anything strange?"
"No." Uesugi Sakura replied while placing her hand in his palm, small and dainty, radiating a girl’s tender heart, irresistible.
Hanamaru Hanabi felt a bit relieved, but the sensation of Uesugi Sakura behind her made her somewhat uneasy, "Sakura... the affection level is not... you really can’t be this close..."
"Really? Princess." Uesugi Sakura leaned above her snow-white shoulder and whispered in her ear.
"Sakura..." Hanamaru Hanabi’s mind twisted, her eyes rippled, her spirit blurred, involuntarily tilting her white neck.
Perhaps sensing the tremor of her thoughts, Uesugi Sakura brushed her cheek and gently said in the tone she could most not accept, "Come, turn your face."
His voice was like the summer stream, softly flowing into her heart from her ear.
The girl unconsciously listened to him and turned half her face.
Her cherry-colored mochi-e-like lips were sealed.
People say that the November winter days are high with clouds and vast skies, the sun in winter is like charcoal delivered in the snow, making one reluctant to leave; the sunlight on the cheeks is a brilliant longing, a thousand bliss.
White Dew Tea brewed does not possess the delicate fragility of spring tea, nor the dry bitterness of summer tea, instead, it has a distinct mellow taste.
Uesugi Sakura took a small sip, savoring it between his lips and teeth, truly as the ancients said, carrying a sweet fragrance and aftertaste.
"Hanabi, would you like to try some tea?"
"No... thank you..." Hanamaru Hanabi hugged the shark plush tightly, trying to spare a moment to respond to him.
But what could a beautiful girl possibly do that couldn’t be forgiven?
Regarding White Dew Tea, whether adept at tasting it or not, there should be an even split.
Some enter as if stepping into paradise, some won’t even take a glance.
Uesugi Sakura happens to be one who tastes, this sweetness, this aftertaste, this shy aura, how many could know?
However, knowing fewer people is fine too, not everyone can be suited for the art of tea tasting.
"Sakura... should... be fine now?" Hanamaru Hanabi lightly bit her red lips calling him.
"Is it fine now?"
"Hmm..."
"Should I call you Princess Hanabi?"
"No..."
"Why?" Uesugi Sakura asked.
"Princess is supposed to be called at more formal occasions."
"But didn’t Hanabi call herself Princess last night?" Uesugi Sakura gently pinched her thigh below the knee, leisurely enjoying tea.
"Where... how so..." The girl became even shyer, face flushed, ears hot, "Hanabi... isn’t aware of this."
"It was Hanabi herself who told me."
"Hanabi... doesn’t know..."
"Perhaps you had drunk too much and forgot."
"Really didn’t... well... maybe I did..."
Uesugi Sakura lifted his face, softly smiled at the adorable her.
Hanamaru Hanabi’s cheeks already bore a red hue, her mind wandering, but upon seeing Uesugi Sakura’s smile, she couldn’t help but press the shark plush against him, trying to push his face away.
Once he was nudged away by the shark plush, the girl’s legs naturally folded inward, white with pink, pink with red, the skin of her legs as red as pink flower petals, charmingly delicate, like the shy intent of a girl immersed in spring.
"Won’t you let me stay a while longer?" Uesugi Sakura said unhurriedly, pretending to walk towards the door.
"No..." Hanamaru Hanabi almost instinctively called out to him, but after shouting, the shyness again surfaced on her face, lightly turning away.
"No?" Uesugi Sakura casually locked the bedroom door.
"Hmm..." The girl shyly yet unintentionally nodded.
Uesugi Sakura walked to the bedside, propped his hands on the bed, leaning closer with the intention of having a moment of eye contact with her.
However, within half a second, Hanmaru Hanabi withdrew.
She promptly got off the bed, gazing out the bedroom window at the balcony and the bright sun above.
This sequence of actions was incredibly slow, each step carrying the adorable inwardness of the girl.
"We seem not to have cleaned the room for a long time, Hanabi?"
"Hmm....."
"What does the princess think is the first step in cleaning the room?"
"Sakura... don’t use that title..." The girl’s hair gently swayed in subtle waves.
"Why? I think it’s nice." Uesugi Sakura placed his hand on hers, "Princess."
"Um... should... should clean the dust..."
"Correct." Uesugi Sakura left her side for a while.
"Here you go." Upon returning, he handed her a duster for cleaning, her brows and eyes already moist with gentle emotion.
"The princess is truly cute." Uesugi Sakura smiled encouragingly at her, returning to his previous position.
"Alright, next I want to talk about how to clean the dust, first of all, to master, shaking."
Hanamaru Hanabi hadn’t responded for a while.
"Princess." Uesugi Sakura moved forward a little.
"Here! I’m here..."
"What was I talking about just now?"
"Seems like... shaking..."
"Precisely, shaking."
Uesugi Sakura hugged her, leading her to the transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, guiding her hand with the duster to the surface.
"Do you see that, all that dust on top, the princess must help me clean it together."
"O-okay..."
