"Zhaojun..."

OK, Xiao Huahuo actually shouted in his voice that he felt weak.

But when I hear my own voice, I can't escape the word "weird".

"Okay, lazy, get up."

【Hanwanmaru Hanai】Sit on the bed and reached out to pat her face.

"Zhaojun..."

"Get up quickly."

"Zhaojun...your voice...why is it so similar to fireworks..."

Hanamaru Hanabu rubbed his eyes with his hands, and his blurred vision gradually became clearer.

When she saw the person in front of her, she immediately became dull.

"Fire?"

It's not dawn.

It is suitable for squids in the quilt to keep warm in winter.

I can't bear to get up, nor can I bear to change the quilt into clothes to prevent the cold.

I was even more reluctant to leave the warm hut and go outside to see the flying snow floating all over the sky.

The fragrance filled the slow and rhythmic breath. Uesugi Sao, who was lying in the quilt and enjoying the temperature, habitually touched Hanamara Hanawa's belly beside him.

Her stomach has always been very soft, smooth and soft. Evenly, it will feel warm and comfortable in the palm of her palm - because of this, she will be reluctant to leave after touching it.

But at this moment, Uesugi, who had his eyes closed, noticed the strangeness.

His hands stretched out were not touching his soft belly, but a little hard and very flat belly.

Although he was not fully awake and his consciousness was still blurred, he also vaguely knew that this feeling was very strange in terms of the feel.

He subconsciously frowned, and then continued to stroke his stomach, feeling more and more strange.

Following this feeling, skip the belt and slide your hands down.

As he touched, Uesugi Seo suddenly lost all sleepiness and sat up from the bed.

"you!"

Just as he was about to speak, he found that the face in front of him seemed a little familiar.

Perhaps because he didn't wake up, his eyes were still a little misty. He blinked several times in a row. Only when his eyes adapted to the faint light could he be sure that the face in front of him was his extremely familiar appearance.

Uesuma Sato was lying beside him.

But wait.

He is Uesugi, then...Who am I...?

"I..." He opened his mouth and made a sound in his throat, his voice lined up with a weak voice that was very familiar to him on weekdays.

The sound of the little fire?

Uesugi Dou realized something and stretched out his hands to look.

The wrists are as white as jade, the skin is delicate, and the fingers are slender.

"Haiwa's hand?"

The voice was no longer the voice he spoke on weekdays, but the soft and soft voice of Hanamaru Hanai.

He turned his head and looked at his shoulders. It was petite, snow-white, and a pink suspender was hung on it.

His eyes shifted again, moving directly below.

There, two small hills were raised under the pale pink pajamas.

"I'm the Fireworks?"

Uesugi Sao patted his face again, and the soft rebound made him understand completely.

Now I am... Hanaman Hanabu.

...........

It was snowing outside the window, [Huawan Fireworks] The duck was sitting on the bed, and the girl's cute face was a little calm and touching at this time.

After all, I became a girl for the first time, I was curious.

[Hanwanmaru Hanai] reached out with both hands in front of him, spread his five fingers into the middle and held them.

His eyes kept shifting on his left and right hands, and then he moved his slender and tender little hands upwards, slowly covering the raised hills on his chest.

[Huawanhuai] Close your hands carefully.

At this time, only a thin layer of pink pajamas were separated from the fingers and the softness was impossible to resist.

The hands seemed to melt in thick milk.

It's so comfortable that it's hard to describe.
Chapter completed!