Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard
Chapter 312 - 241 "The Uesugi Hanabi Dislikes"_2

Chapter 312: Chapter 241 "The Uesugi Hanabi Dislikes"_2

Hanamaru Hanabi helped him take off his coat, rolling it up in her hand. Her two strands of hair in front were still a bit messy, "Hmm... I’ve been a little busy lately..."

After starting university, the busyness was the reason Uesugi Sakura couldn’t see her every day.

"Did you miss me?"

"I did..."

"Then give me a kiss."

"No way."

"Hmm? Why not?"

Hanamaru Hanabi bowed her head slightly, her voice soft, "Sakura-kun... kisses always leave red marks, which are hard, really hard to make disappear."

Uesugi Sakura stepped forward slightly, tilting his face, and bit on the sticky lips of the girl leaning against the wall.

"Sakura-kun..."

Under his act of hugging her waist and biting her lip, Hanamaru Hanabi’s body softened a bit.

Her small hands weakly pushed him away, her amethyst eyes shyly darting away, "I haven’t had lunch, let’s... let’s cook first."

"Okay."

Uesugi Sakura wasn’t particular and went on to help little Hanabi with chopping vegetables.

His knife skills were excellent, quickly preparing the radishes and potatoes.

Cooking... even now, it’s still just passable.

"What’s for dinner today?" Uesugi Sakura stood behind Hanamaru Hanabi, watching her busy in her apron.

"Curry beef."

The beef seemed to be previously simmered as Hanamaru Hanabi took it out of the fridge.

Once the small chunks of potato and radish were in the pot, she added beef and curry paste, letting it simmer gently.

As she carefully stirred, the rich aroma gradually wafted from the pot.

The serious and attentive girl was always charming, and as Uesugi Sakura stood behind her, he couldn’t help but take a good look.

Compared to her finely dressed self when going out, wearing a loose T-shirt paired with an apron, with slightly messy hair, she gave off a different kind of vibe when she was focused on cooking.

Desires in people only grow larger.

At first, Uesugi Sakura just wanted to stand behind and watch her cook, but later, seeing her white shoulders, half-exposed collarbone.

A hand couldn’t help but secretly slide into her shark T-shirt, wrapping around her soft and tender waist.

Hanamaru Hanabi was initially stunned, then feeling the wandering hand along her waist, her face quickly turned red:

"Sakura-kun... don’t mess around, Hanabi is busy with the curry..."

Uesugi Sakura pressed close against her back, fingers kneading her even softer, smoother tummy:

"It’s okay, Hanabi can focus on cooking, Sakura-kun is busy with his own things."

His hand was sliding over her stomach, making Hanamaru Hanabi, already ticklish and sensitive, feel like she could barely hold the spoon anymore, laughing:

"Sakura-kun... no, no... so ticklish."

"Ticklish?"

"Sakura, Sakura-kun... don’t tickle Hanabi’s tummy..." Laughing to the point of softness, Hanamaru Hanabi felt like she couldn’t stand, the spoon stirring the curry was almost out of strength.

"But I think Hanabi’s tummy feels really nice to tickle."

Gradually, because he liked this tender feeling too much, his hand slid upwards.

"Sakura, Sakura-kun!"

...

...

In the small apartment.

Uesugi Sakura was eating the overcooked curry beef, glancing several times at Hanamaru Hanabi sitting across the table eating her curry.

Was she angry? Or not?

Though they’ve been together for years, he still rarely understood if little Hanabi was truly angry.

If she was angry, her main characteristic was not responding to his words.

"Hanabi?"

"Little Hanabi?"

"Hanabi-chan?"

Hanamaru Hanabi, across the small table, seemed not to hear him, just dumbfoundedly eating the overcooked curry.

Uesugi Sakura picked up his bowl, sat beside her, and asked her softly:

"Are you mad?"

Hanamaru Hanabi snapped back, murmuring, "No, I’m not..."

Indeed, she was mad, but not entirely.

"I’m sorry."

Hanamaru Hanabi looked up, "Sakura-kun... if you wanted to touch bellies... we could have done it at night..."

How should he make it up to her?

Should he say it’s because Hanabi was too cute, and they hadn’t met for days, so he couldn’t help it?

A typical scoundrel’s reasoning.

For now, it seemed better to think about how to directly compensate her.

"I’m sorry, Hanabi, I—"

"Sakura-kun, H." Hanamaru Hanabi put down her bowl, her face blushing, "Sakura-kun has been thinking about bad things lately."

"Do you hate it?" Uesugi Sakura leaned in closer.

Hanamaru Hanabi said nothing, almost opening her mouth but quickly closing it, too shy to say anything.

"Sakura-kun... we said... after marriage... only then, only then it’s okay..."

"So you’re really not mad?"

Soft-hearted Hanamaru Hanabi of course wasn’t mad, she just didn’t want her homemade curry to go to waste without being finished.

"I’m mad!"

Her voice was still very soft, Uesugi Sakura could hear she wasn’t truly mad.

But having done something wrong, he had to go along with her:

"What should I do?"

"Finish the curry."

"Okay, I’ll eat it all."

Uesugi Sakura wasn’t one to overthink things, so he directly held the bowl close, digging into the curry.

The taste was actually okay, but the overcooked flavor completely masked the deliciousness, making it hard to swallow.

Hanamaru Hanabi just sat there, her eyes fixed on him.

It was a two-person portion of curry, neither of them could finish it alone, especially with the overcooked taste.

Uesugi Sakura barely ate half when a weak voice sounded beside him: "Sakura-kun... maybe you shouldn’t eat anymore."

"Feeling sorry...?"

Hanamaru Hanabi gazed at his face, realizing she couldn’t stay mad at him no matter what, so she silently picked up her bowl and spooned some of the overcooked curry into it.

Then she quietly said, "Let’s eat together..."

Seeing her take small bites of the curry, Uesugi Sakura smiled.

...

After washing the dishes, Uesugi Sakura sat back on the girl’s bed.

He didn’t have the nerve to touch her again.

"Hanabi."

"Yeah." The girl, busy drawing, responded as usual.

"I like you."

Hearing this, Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly stopped her pen, and then closed her laptop.

"Sakura-kun... Hanabi really wasn’t mad."

"About touching your belly?"

"Not at all."

Hanamaru Hanabi suddenly leaned forward, lightly pecked his cheek, and shyly said:

"Sakura-kun, it’s just... a little perverted, that’s all."

The girl’s face was exquisitely rosy, her brows and eyes filled with a unique feminine shyness and affection.

Looking at her made Uesugi Sakura feel a bit chaotic, he couldn’t help but hold her wrist, finding it soft and delicate, smooth and slender.

Her shy demeanor made him want to gently press on her small shoulders, laying her fragile body down on the bed.

Hand circling the soft tummy, and as the girl gradually relaxed, sliding down along the navel...

"Sakura, Sakura-kun..."

"Relax... relax..."

Uesugi Sakura gently reassured her.

At least now, the rain was gentle.

...

Rain pattered on the doors and windows, and outside, the rain seemed heavier.

Uesugi Sakura sat on the bed’s edge, turning to look at Hanamaru Hanabi covering her face with a pillow.

"Almost 18, still this shy?"

"Sakura, Sakura-kun is mean! Hurry, leave!" Her face buried in the pillow, her shy words were even softer.

Her wriggling legs were quite similar to her younger sister Hanamaru Hanami’s, Uesugi Sakura quickly pressed down with both hands:

"Hanabi, have you ever thought about this: if you keep being this shy, how will we ever have a baby after we get married?"

"So maybe we should practice a little, overcome shyness."

Hanamaru Hanabi was stunned for a second, then hugged the pillow tighter:

"Let’s talk about it later... Sakura-kun, you go home first!"

"First remove the pillow, look at my face."

"No!"

"Could you please just remove it?"

"No!"

Hanamaru Hanabi clung tightly to the pillow, refusing to let go.

Uesugi Sakura directly pulled over her folded blanket, covering her two restless feet, then pressed his whole body up.

While restraining Hanamaru Hanabi’s antics, he tickled her waist mercilessly.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s cute face burst into laughter, she tossed away the pillow, extending her small hands to stop him, "Stop, stop! Don’t tickle Hanabi!"

"Ha—ha—stop... Sakura-kun... ha—stop!"

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