The air conditioner sways up and down, and the room is illuminated by the warm sun.

Outside the bright and shiny glass is the beautiful emerald orange tree on the cherry hill.

The duck was sitting on Hanaman Hanabu, which was placing and changing on her tablet, while Uesugi was lying on the tatami, pressing his right hand against his head, flipping the book in front of him.

I spent several hours together in such a peaceful time.

Huamaru Hanawa's face suddenly turned red, and the brush on his hand froze in place.

"Zhao, Zhaojun...it's a little itchy."

Uesugi Tho hugged her graceful waist, put her head on her petite shoulders, and grabbed the girl's white belly with both hands.

"I want to hug you."

Hanaman Hanabu's face was rubbed by him, and the soft and boring flesh followed the curve of his face and changed.

"Zhaojun... is he acting cute..." the girl said in a small way.

"It can be understood so." Uesugi Dog hugged her.

The smooth flesh under the girl's loose T-shirt is as delicate as ice cream in this hot summer.

The more you touch it, the more comfortable it feels.

Uesugi Seiya rubbed her cheek and stared at the bare-footed white-haired little loli in her unfinished beach swimsuit on her tablet.

"Can Xiao Huahuo wear this kind of clothes too?"

Hanamaru Hanabu's colorful purple eyes squeezed by him looked at the screen, "Is it...Yako-chan's swimsuit?"

"Yes, the most important thing is to show your soft and white feet."

“…”

Huawan's fire powder, white and glutinous toes, couldn't help but collect them into the palm, "Zhaojun...it's been so astringent recently..."

"Isn't Xiao Huahuo also a girl who peeks at Shishi videos?"

"Not looking." Hanamara Hanamaru replied firmly in a weak voice.

Uesugi Do you want to eat ice cream?"

Hanamaru Hanabuki was bitten by his intimate actions and words, making his cheeks flushed and his body weak.

Girls have read more or less girls' comics, and have had some fantasies about some of the actions they love.

Wall buzz, hug, caress, and sweetness are all youthful fantasies that belong to girls alone.

And when the fantasy of the past really came, Hanamaru Hanami was very embarrassed and embarrassed.

"Zao...If you want to eat it... go buy it in Huahuo..."

"There is nothing on Xiao Huahuo."

......

"Even, at night..." The sound of Hanamara Hanami Fireworks was almost as loud as the whistle of small animals, as if it was inaudible.

Uesugi Sao sat upright, hugged the girl who was limp in her arms, and grabbed her little white hand curled up:

"I also said yesterday that it was night, but Xiao Huahuo deceived Zhaojun."

“Yes, I’m sorry…”

"Apology should be sincere."

"Huahuo...help Zhaojun rub his shoulders..."

"I accept this sincerity, but... Is it okay if Xiao Hanawa will do Jon again?"

"Zhaojun...please say..."

Uesugi Sao put his words in his arms and the girl's red ears, while pulling her cowardly little hand, and slowly said:

"Every night, I sleep with Xiao Huahuo, which is comfortable and uncomfortable. Xiao Huahuo... can I help him?"

"Help...what?"

"I'll teach you first."

The summer is thick and the vegetation is lush.

Curiosity, shyness, youth and youth are intertwined together in this summer room where only two people are.

......

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In front is the sea level line, and seabirds fly.

Under the colorful halo of the afternoon, Uesugi Sao handed the ice cream to the Hanamari Fireworks sitting on the bench of the newsstand.

"Give."

Huamaru Huahuo, whose pink face has been having a fever all the time, whispered:

“Yes…sorry…”

"I'm sorry?" Uesugi Seed beside her.

"No...I can't help...I can help Joe...Jun." Because he was too embarrassed, Hanamaru Hanabu was speechless all the time.

"I think Xiao Huahuo is a little too much of a self-blame. It's not your fault."

It was the fault of the two wives, so they came to invite them to have morning tea.

I knocked on the door twice and pushed it open after a moment.

Then Mrs. Hanamaru saw Xiao Hanamaru sitting upright, and her red face that was almost able to pinch out of water.

Azhao next to the girl was very calm and could not see any changes.

After Mrs. Hanamaru showed an unhidden smile, she said apologetically: "I'm disturbing."

Then he closed the door and left his extremely embarrassed daughter and her prospective son-in-law to stay with her.

Finally, Hanawa started painting again, and Uesugi Sao read his own book again, and spent a very daily morning.

"But... it's said online...boys...it will hurt..." Hanamaru Hanabu, whose little heart was thumping, said with concern.

"It won't hurt, it's all scams on the Internet."

"Really..." Hanamara Hanami holds the ice cream that has been melted by the sun.

"Really." Uesugi Doo understood that she cared too much about herself and would treat anything that would make her unhappy.

Huaman Hanawai lightly bite the ice cream, even if it is a cold and sweet taste, it cannot cool her feverish face.

She still feels sorry for her failure to achieve it.

"Today...Zhaojun can take a bath with Huahuo..."

The ice cream on Uesugi Sato's hand had been melted into thinness by the sun. He turned to look at the girl beside him with a sweet voice.

"real?"

"real."

Hanamaru Hanamibu said while eating the white ice cream, his voice was small, "Zhaojun... is so good to Hanamibu. Hanamibu has not told her about the text message before, Hanamibu is so stupid...Zhaojun didn't blame Hanamibu, and he kept taking care of her when Hanamibu was sick."

"Huahuo... I like Joe Jun very much, and I am very grateful to him..."

“How much do you like it?”

“I like it very much.”

The waves are rolling, and the sound of the sea is coming from the blue sea in front of it.

"Fire."

"Yes." The girl agreed weakly.

"We are each other's suns, and the lights of each other's shortcomings are illuminated." Uesugi Shou smiled at her, "As long as we are together, we will always be happy."

Hanamaru Hanabu raised his little face and looked at him, "Habu... will always be by Zhaojun..."

"I won't go back on my word, right?"

“Never.”

Uesugi Dog stroked her cheeks and could feel that she had always cherished this feeling.

Whether she got it or not, she would be the girl who tried to tiptoe, with a light flashing in her pupils, and she looked at the novel toys in the cabinets with her window.

No matter how many times you repeat, Uesugi still has to repeat one sentence.

Being able to meet this weak girl is the luckiest thing he has ever had in his two lives.

"Little fireworks, ice cream."
To be continued...