At seven o'clock in the morning, a girl in a white shirt stood on a bench in the kitchen.

She wore a string of colorful knots on her hands, a male shirt, shorts, barefoot, a cute and delicate face, and her short hair side by side, and was well-maintained.

She stood on tiptoe and wanted to get the canned butter on the top of the suspension cabinet.

But no matter how she stretched her body, she couldn't reach the can no matter how she reached her hand.

She stopped and looked around, and found a wooden stool in the corridor. She stepped on her slippers and walked over, carried the stool back with her hands, and placed it on the chair just now.

She looked up at the canned butter that was intimidating again, took off her slippers, stepped onto the stool with fair and slender feet, and then began to move up as hard as rock climbing.

Her fingers groped forward as much as possible, and her tiptoe stretched up as much as possible.

Finally, her index finger touched the canned food, but the canned butter swayed and rolled downwards and hit her forehead.

I heard the girl whispering, covering her forehead, closing her eyes with pain, and the stool slid forward again, and her body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and she fell backward...

......

It must have been injured. At least before someone came, the girl could only slowly cover her feet and make a very soft whimper.

"Is the firework okay?" Uesugi Kou, who had just woken up and went to wash up, slammed the wall and looked into the kitchen.

"Kei-jun..." Hanaman Hanagua raised her head, and there was still the canned butter lying beside her.

He saw the girl sitting on the floor, and quickly walked over and met her eyes with tears.

It seems to be in great pain.

"Where does it hurt?"

"foot......"

Uesugi looked left and right on her white little feet, except for some infrared, and no external injuries were found.

"Have you been sprained?" he asked.

"No, I don't know...but I can't stand up..." Hanamaru Hanabu tried hard several times, but failed.

"Don't move, that will only cause further damage."

Uesugi Kazuhira hugged her waist: "I'll take you to bed to rest first."

"But...the breakfast fireworks are not ready yet..."

Hanamaru Hanamibu saw the canned butter rolling on the ground. She originally planned to make butter toast and fried eggs for Uesugi Ko.

"I sprained my feet, and I also said breakfast."

With one hand in his waist and the other hand in his legs, Uesugi Kazuo picked up the petite girl in a princess hugging position.

In the past, he could pick up the fireworks and run around, but now he is extremely relaxed.

The moment he was picked up, his whole body and mind were hung on him. Hanamaru Hanahuo's heart suddenly beat faster, his breathing was no longer steady, and his eyes would subconsciously recognize his face, his eyes flashed and he was erratic.

Walk into the bedroom.

Uesugi put the girl lightly on the bed, placing her back with a pillow, then lifting her small foot and looking at her again:

"It's indeed a little red and swollen. Is it still painful?"

Hanamaru Hanabu said weakly: "There is still a little..."

Uesugi Koto quickly walked to the bathroom to get a wet towel, then went to the refrigerator to find some ice cubes to wrap.

Walk back to the bedroom and apply slowly on the girl's ankle.

He took a pillow to cover her feet to make her more comfortable.

"If ice compress fails to relieve the pain and swelling, you can only go to the hospital." Uesugi Koto said.

"June...isn't you blame Huahuo?"

"Blame you? What do you do."

"I haven't made breakfast well, and I'm sorry to do so many things."

Uesugi Cho tried to let the ice pack towel in her hand leave for a while so that she would not be uncomfortable with the ice cubes:

"I'm a little stupid. If I can't reach it, I can call me. I have to show off myself."

“…”

"Sorry..." Hanamaru Hanabuki heard him say he was stupid, and did not protest.

"I'm sorry is not enough."

"Zhaojun...what do you want to eat?"

Uesugi just smiled: "Let's talk about it tonight."

Huawan Huahuo stretched out her legs and was wearing a very loose white shirt with a slightly open collar buckle, revealing a snow-like jade neck.

Uesugi Do remembered this shirt, and he had searched for it for a while at home:

"How can Hanawaku wear my clothes?"

"Is this one?"

Hanamaru Hanahuo raised his hand. This male white shirt was indeed too long for her. "Zhaojun had forgotten to take it back when he came to Hanahuo. When Hanahuo took a shower, he found that he had no clothes to wear, so he would take the one from Zhaojun first."

The clothes she wore at home were always loose, at least the buttons of the shirt were not fully buttoned, and through the gap, she could see some white belly.

“Is this shirt comfortable to wear?”

"Yeah, it's quite comfortable."

"Has Huaiwaku ever done something to secretly smell the smell?"

"No..." Hanamara Hanabu was stunned for a moment and replied weakly.

Uesugi poked forward and supported his right hand against the wall behind her.

"Zojun...too, too close." Hanamaru Hanabu turned his little head shyly.

"Will we still be too close?"

Huawan Fire Chicken nodded like a pecking rice.

"Is that day..."

"Don't say it!"

"Why can't you say it? I'll watch Hanakura that day..." Before Uesugi finished speaking, the girl's two little hands hurriedly pushed away.

Hanamaru Hanawa curled his hands in his chest, closed his eyes, and said in a slight manner: "Zhaojun...can't..."

"Does your feet still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt that much... Isn't Zhaojun going to class today?"

"It's okay to skip classes for a day occasionally. Today I want to accompany you and help you sort out what you want to clean up."

Uesugi Sao moved the girl's ankle ice pack away, put it aside, and then sat closer to her.

Holding her waist with both hands, even through her white shirt, my mind was instantly filled with slender and soft touch.

"May I?"

Was rubbed his waist, Huawan's ears were red, his face was flirty, and he made a weak nasal sound: "Yeah..."

Uesugi Saw smelled the fresh and faint fragrance on her body, and his hands slid down the waistline. He leaned upwards while covering his shorts with the white shirt covering his shorts, grabbing his delicate and warm belly.

Huamaru Hanabu felt itchy on his waist, and unconsciously closed his eyes and stretched his neck.

Uesuma did not say anything, but just bit her earlobe and blew a lightly breath of heat.

The girl in her arms trembled slightly like a conditioned reflex. After calling out "Zhaojun", her body became softer again.

His right hand was spinning his navel, and when he noticed that the girl was softer, he slowly slid downwards.

......

......

"Zhu, Zhaojun..."

Uesugi's left elbow was supporting his upper body, staring at the girl with a fever on her cheek, wanting to help her get some snacks, "Why did Hanawa suddenly want me to play the guitar in the cake shop yesterday?"

Hanamaru Hanamaru tried hard to concentrate on thinking, but his consciousness was still a little distracted, and his voice was intermittent, "Haimai... Hanamaru thinks... Zhaojun if... If..."

"If what?"

"If...if...if you can... play a song to everyone...will definitely...be very popular..."

"Oh?" Uesugi Doo felt the girl's thighs retracting inward, "If I'm popular, won't you be jealous?"

Hanamaru Hanamaru did not answer positively, but said: "Haiwai... Hanamaru just thinks... If Joe-kun can go on stage... it will look very good..."

Her hands suddenly grabbed her right arm tightly, and her glutinous lips were pursed very hard.

Uesugi Shou smiled slightly at the girl who didn't dare to look at her, and her cute face became more and more red.

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To be continued...