Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 233 - 197: Oranges, and the First Morning of Arrival in Ehime Prefecture

Chapter 233: Chapter 197: Oranges, and the First Morning of Arrival in Ehime Prefecture

Waking up in the hotel, it was already ten in the morning.

Regarding the late-night snack they had yesterday, Uesugi could only say it was excellent.

Great ambiance, delicious taste, the flavor still lingered in his mouth.

But it was 1190 yen per plate.

Too expensive, too expensive.

The light in the room was completely blocked by the curtains, leaving only glowing outlines.

Uesugi Sakura rubbed his brow, dispelling all remnants of drowsiness on the white king-size bed.

The sweet scent of lily filled his nose, and following the scent, he glanced at the adorable girl still sleeping beside him.

Hanamaru Hanabi resting on the white pillow, her sleep-filled innocence was sweet and charming.

Her white neck revealed a clear collarbone, half-hidden under the pure white silk quilt, while the straps of her pink lingerie had quietly slipped off her snowy shoulders.

Her gentle breaths, crescent-shaped brows, and peaceful sleeping face were as beautiful as a flower blooming at dawn or the moon in the evening.

The more he looked, the more fascinated he became.

Uesugi Sakura admitted that sleeping with her, he always needed a while before falling asleep.

As soon as he lay down, he was overwhelmed by her sweet presence.

He gently nudged her shoulder where the strap had slipped.

"Little Hanabi, wake up."

Hanamaru Hanabi, still intent on sleeping, unconsciously mumbled in response:

"Mmm..."

Uesugi, of course, knew that such a simple, ordinary method could not wake her up.

After all, he used to pinch her cheeks hard with both hands to wake her up.

But now...

He didn’t plan to do that anymore.

Uesugi directly lifted the pure white silk quilt she had taken to cover herself with last night.

In front of him, Hanamaru Hanabi curled up, lying like a kitten on the pristine white bed.

The girl’s pale and pink body was visible in its entirety.

Besides her snow-white shoulder where the pink strap had slipped, her bare little feet were still soft and tender.

Feeling the wind, Hanamaru Hanabi seemed to react slightly, perhaps feeling a bit chilly.

But she continued to sleep soundly without moving a bit.

The more he looked at her, the more he was fond of her.

Uesugi Sakura’s eyes gradually narrowed to a slit.

Touching her feet would definitely wake her; she’s too ticklish.

...

A hand slowly slipped into the girl’s intimate clothes, gently touching her soft, white belly.

Without rushing, Uesugi Sakura first tested the waters by slightly pinching the soft, warm flesh, observing her reaction.

...

Good, no reaction.

His hands began to grow bolder.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s face blushed quietly, exuding an ultimate tactile allure.

So comfortable.

Indescribable comfort.

Thus, he couldn’t help but use both hands to wreak havoc on the sleeping girl.

Getting your tummy rubbed is actually a very pleasant thing.

Uesugi Sakura observed her movements, noticing her small hands folded in front of her mouth, her whole petite body relaxed.

It really seemed comfortable.

No wonder she always wanted him to rub her tummy before.

Lately, little Hanabi had been wearing loose trousers to sleep, and when asked why, she’d only respond with some shy mumblings, her face flushed.

It was nothing but embarrassment.

After finishing with her little tummy, Uesugi Sakura withdrew his hands, crossing his legs atop the silk quilt, his eyes fixated on her pale, cherry-red belly.

Perhaps due to the overwhelming comfort, Hanamaru Hanabi, in her sleeping posture, was in a deep slumber, unbeknownst to the tinged blush adorning her cheeks.

The rise and fall of her breathing.

The swell of her chest moved her tiny body subtly with each breath, filled with the beauty of youth and vitality in the morning light that snuck into the room.

The more he looked at her, the more he loved this adorable sight.

Uesugi Sakura sat beside her, staring at her face for a long while.

Girls just have this fragrance, and little Hanabi had the elegant scent of lilies.

Uesugi Sakura glanced once more at her tummy, slightly flushed with hints of her youthful softness gleaming white beneath the cherry hue.

Irresistible.

...

His gaze slid upward from her tummy to the crumpled pink garment he had pushed up earlier.

And moving up a bit further...

Girls didn’t wear support garments to bed, only a thin strap of intimate clothing.

Thus, the rise and fall of her curves with her breath accentuated the dip of her waist, making her body’s lines rounder.

...

Her intimate clothing was a girl’s soft pink, with the strap slipping further off her fragrant shoulder, revealing a broad expanse of white between her arm and body.

Uesugi couldn’t help recalling the deep-necked shark T-shirt he had glimpsed a few times, below her petite collarbone.

Now...

Would the nap-loving little Hanabi notice?

Would she?

Time... started to freeze...

The early morning light gradually warmed the hotel’s indoor air.

Stay a good person, can’t do that!

That would only make her angry!

Uesugi Sakura stayed still, yet for some reason, his body felt hot.

...

...

The guilty hands touched her tummy again.

...

...

Hanamaru Hanabi’s face blushed mesmerizingly, her breath still calm.

...

...

Hmm... how should I describe it?

...

...

The dawn light seemingly turned into the midday sun, warming the air.

Yet everything remained silky smooth in slowness, gentle and softly unhurried.

Suddenly retrieving his sneaky hand, Uesugi Sakura realized, the once soundly sleeping Hanamaru Hanabi was blinking at him with sparkling amethyst eyes.

"..."

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Lunchtime, still at the same Italian restaurant from last night.

Refinement, romance, and elegance were the greatest pursuits of Western restaurants, often using soft lighting combined with large green plants, creating a relaxed and cheerful leisure vibe.

A male waiter, in a shirt and waistcoat, approached the table of five, serving Hanamaru Hanabi a plate of Italian pasta:

"Excuse me, your cream of white mushroom pasta."

"Tha-thank you..." Hanamaru Hanabi politely responded, looking up.

Thank you...

Her soft, tender voice, shown on her upturned blushing face, was particularly captivating, profoundly stirring the young male waiter with her delicate, gentle beauty.

So... cute!

His heart racing, he felt instantly charmed by this cuteness.

After retrieving the plate, he replied with his most charming smile:

"Thank you, Miss, may I..."

The sun’s rays shone through the glass window.

He suddenly noticed the ring gleaming on her ring finger, paused momentarily, and then forced a stiff smile:

"If there’s anything you need... just call me anytime, please... enjoy your meal."

After the waiter, heartbroken in one moment, retreated with his tray, Hanamaru’s mother kept staring at her daughter’s face.

The more she looked, the more amazed she was.

"How did you become so good-looking? You used to be so unremarkable. Hanabi-chan, have you been secretly buying some skincare water or serums recently? Share with mom."

"I haven’t changed..."

Hanamaru Hanabi had learned everything about skincare from her mother and hadn’t updated it much.

Uesugi Sakura and his mother sat together, quietly digging into the pasta.

Uesugi’s mother looked at Hanabi’s feverish face and asked, "Why is Hanabi-chan’s face so red? Does she have a cold?"

Hanamaru’s mom, looking at the two not sitting together eating, smiled meaningfully, saying, "Nobuko, do you even need to ask?"

"Oh!" Uesugi’s mother instantly understood, "Got it."

Hanamaru’s mom, who deliberately gave them one key last night, whispered softly to Hanamaru Hanabi:

"Be careful at night, even in summer, remember to cover with a blanket to avoid catching a cold."

Hanamaru Hanabi, her face almost turning into an apple, continued to eat her pasta.

Uesugi’s mother also turned to Uesugi Sakura beside her and said:

"As a man, you must pay more attention to the girl’s feelings, don’t always think of yourself."

The conversation between mothers and longtime college friends was free, often joking, not worrying about their image in front of in-laws.

Hanamaru Hanabi was too embarrassed to speak, while Uesugi Sakura was completely used to it.

And Uesugi Shio pretended not to hear anything.