The fragrance fills the breath.

Uesuma Do not know how to describe this feeling, as if he was placed in the leisurely clouds in the sky?

But in short, it is extremely wonderful.

"Zhaojun, don't...don't move..."

Hanamaru Hanabuki seemed to be frightened, and his weak voice made a slight scream.

But the person who was sleeping soundly on her thighs did not react.

The girl's legs were delicate and fleshy, pressing against his face.

He seemed to enjoy this treatment very much, and his mouth was curved.

The burning breathing felt itchy on the thighs, and Hanaman Hanabu actually had a deep fantasy about this scene that only exists in the comics.

But now, the girl sitting cross-legged just feels very sour.

"I'm sorry, Zhaojun, Hanawa wants to move." She said in a low voice, afraid of disturbing him to sleep.

He said he wanted to move, but Uesugi was pressed tightly. Hanamaru Hanabu tried to lift his head up, but he couldn't do it at all.

I am afraid of waking him up if I have a little more strength, but I can't lift him up if I have a little less strength.

Very entangled.

"What should I do..."

She tried to move her thighs back again, but Uesugi's head pressed against her pleated skirt. As soon as she moved, the skirt pulled down a little from her waist.

After many attempts, she had to give up.

Uesugi's head lying on her side, flipping to the right through a black pleated skirt, facing directly above.

Looking at his upward face, the shy Hanamaru Hanahuo's cheeks suddenly became stained with a layer of burning heat.

"Woo——Zhaojun..."

She hurriedly covered her cheeks with her hands, not daring to look at his sleeping face.

However, the more it blocks it, the more the girl’s curiosity becomes stronger.

She began to secretly look at him from the slightly opened fingers, and then the gap became bigger and bigger.

Seeing that he still had no reaction, Huamaru Huahuo, whose face was hot, finally slowly put down his hands covering his face, like a cat who put down his vigilance because of food.

She stared blankly at her legs, her handsome face.

The boy's face was handsome and handsome, with gentle and natural eyebrows like the wind, and the messy ends of his forehead highlighted his handsome and elegant facial features - this is an outstanding appearance that is enough to make many women whirl up.

Hanamaru Hanabu knew that because of this face, he had received many love letters confessed by girls of the same age.

She is very concerned about this.

Every time she saw him holding a love letter, she would secretly follow him, tiptoe to hide in the distant corner, silently observing whether he would agree to the other party's wishes.

At this time, she couldn't help but put her hands on her chest, tightened her heart, and prayed for hope that he would refuse the party's wishes.

And the god seemed to have responded to the girl's wish, and all the girls' confessions ended in failure.

Therefore, she was also afraid that she would be alienated because of her confession.

I am just a stupid girl who has been relying on him since I was a child...

When I was a child, I could only do it for him, so I could only take him to see the beautiful flowers and give him a few extremely childish and clumsy paintings.

But now the more I look at him lying on him, the sweet warmth arises naturally.

For a long time, he only said to himself that he liked it...

Hanamaru Hanawa stretched out his thin arms and slowly approached his face cautiously. A curious and tentative worry expression appeared on his cute and blushing face: "Zojun... probably won't wake up..."

His fingertips poked his face and found that he was not awake, so he pinched his nose again.

These meaningless little movements made the girl feel more and more novel.

She pinched her face again for comparison, and then concluded: "Zhaojun's face...is harder than Hanahuo's face."

"Because it's a boy?"

While the other person is asleep and doing some movements that he usually dare not do, there will be a subtle feeling of sneaking and subtlety.

Hanamaru Hanabuki saw that he kissed his lips on the cheek lightly, and thought of the bad things he had done to him in junior high school, and couldn't help but pursed his lips.

She decided to review her behavior.

"Zhaojun...the day of the fireworks secretly-"

Hanamaru Hanabu suddenly stopped talking and blinked at Uesugi Osaki who had opened his eyes.

"What are you secretly?" Uesugi asked at her with a smile on the girl's thigh.

The perspective of looking up makes the girl's shy expression clearer in her eyes.

In this case, she would lay her head down to avoid his sight.

It is impossible to bow your head now, so the girl had to try to raise her head and turn her head to avoid it.

"No... nothing, Zhaojun didn't hear what Hanahuo just said."

Uesugi Do was very interested in what she had done to him secretly, but he didn't respond for a long time.

——The girls’ uniforms of Shingo High School are Kanto black sailor suits.

Black clothes, black skirt, red collar.

To correct the body shape, the top of the sailor suit will be made wide and short, while the skirt will be tied tightly around the waist.

This leads to a gap that will be swinging at the junction of the skirt and the top.

I can't see anything normally, but once I look at it from below, I will see the fair and flat belly of a high school girl.

Hanamaru Hanabu's intentional chest lifting action further expanded the beautiful scene in front of him.

Unfortunately, I just wore underwear.

"So white." Uesugi Dog said casually based on his man's instinct.

Very white...

Hearing these two words, Huamaru Huahuo's closed purple eyes suddenly opened again, and he quickly turned around and pressed his little hands against his top that was swollen outside his stomach.

"Can't you see it?" In fact, Uesugi Tou wanted to touch her belly.

"Fire, fireworks..."

Hanamaru Hanabu hesitated for a long time, and didn't know what to say, so he could only move out Hanamaru Yuki to protect himself:

"Yes, dad... dad said that Zhaojun can't just look at Huahuo's belly."

The girl's knee pillow is actually very comfortable. Her soft thighs are lying on it, and her breath is full of the girl's body fragrance.

But at this time, Uesugi Joo inexplicably wanted to go further.

He sat up, climbed up her shoulders with his hands, and pressed her to the ground full of white test papers just like that day.

Because the ground is very hard, he also controls the force well.

Unlike the soft bed that day, the hard ground was cold, but Hanamaru Hanabu felt that the room was very stuffy and his body was inexplicably restless under his sudden movements.

The wisps of coldness passed through the test paper and the sailor's suits that passed through the back of the body reached the skin. It should have been very cool, but now it cannot cool down at all.

The mottled sunlight of the shutters has been aligned with the scattered white test papers on the ground.

The heat continues to ferment in this narrow room where debris are piled up.

Uesugi Sato pointed his nose at the girl's fair collarbone, sniffed her body fragrance, and touched her graceful waist.

The waist is itchy and the heart is itchy. It's strange, but it's not annoying.

The breath between the neck blows on the girl's skin.

Hanamaru Hanahuo closed his eyes and whispered to the other party's name: "Zhao...Zhaojun..."

Following the waistline, it is a flat, soft and glutinous belly.

"So...so itchy...Zhaojun..."

Because the knee pillow and thighs just now were also weak and sore, and there was no strength to resist anything.

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Chapter completed!