The fragrance filled the air between them.
Uesugi Sakura didn't know how to describe this feeling. Was it like being surrounded by the leisurely clouds in the sky?
In any case, it was utterly wonderful.
"Sakura-kun, no... don't move..."
Hanamaru Hanabi seemed startled, her voice was a gentle gasp.
But the person sleeping on her thigh showed no reaction.
The soft flesh of the girl's leg pressed against his face.
He seemed to enjoy this, as evidenced by the curved smile on his lips.
His warm breath felt ticklish on her thigh. Hanamaru Hanabi had always harbored fantasies about this type of scene, one that only existed in manga.
But now, the cross-legged girl only felt sore.
"Sorry, Sakura-kun, Hanabi wants to move a bit." She whispered carefully, afraid to disturb his sleep.
Although she said she wanted to move, Uesugi Sakura was pressed so tightly against her that when Hanamaru Hanabi tried to lift his head, she couldn't succeed at all.
