"Meow..."
Feeling Yan Huan's scorching body gradually squeezing into the futon that had always been hers alone, Sakuragi Hitomi pursed her lips...
But the next second, Yan Huan gently lay down on her pillow too.
Turning his body sideways, he placed a hand under his ear, staring straight at her, suddenly said,
"The pillow, it smells nice... Is it the scent of your shampoo?"
"Gurgle～"
Suddenly being told this by Yan Huan, Sakuragi Hitomi's eyes shrank instantly and then she lowered her head further, pulling herself deeper into the futon.
Yet the next second, she clenched her fist, took the initiative to lift her head, and looked directly at Yan Huan in front of her.
"Meow!"
"Ah? What do you mean?"
Yan Huan, not knowing what she meant, asked.
Sakuragi Hitomi pursed her lips and beckoned to Yan Huan.
"..."
Yan Huan was puzzled but still leaned closer to her.
Nevertheless, just as he moved a bit, she leaned forward and kissed Yan Huan's cheek.
"..."
