Uesugi Sato is just the one who can taste it. How many people can know about such sweetness, such sweetness, and such shyness?

However, it’s better to have few people know about it. Not everyone who tastes tea can do it.

"Zojun...it should...it's OK..." Hanamara Hanabuki bit his red lips and called him.

"Is that OK?"

"Um..."

"Do you want me to call Princess Artemisia?"

"Can't..."

"Why?" asked Uesugi.

"Your Highness the Princess...it should have been shouting at a more formal time."

"Where...Where is it..." The girl became even more shy, blushed, and her ears were hot, "Huahuo...I don't know about this."

"This is what Hanamichi himself told me on his own initiative."

"Fisha...I don't know..."

"Then you should be drunk, so forget."

"It really doesn't...it seems...it's... it's..."

Uesugi raised his face and smiled faintly at the cuteness.

Hanamaru Hanaburi's cheeks had already flushed and her heart was wandering, but after seeing Uesugi's smile, she couldn't help it. She was so embarrassed that she stuffed the shark in her hand, trying to push his face away.

After he was squeezed away by the shark shark, the girl's legs were engulfed in a graphic shape, white with pink and red with pink. Her skin was as red as pink as pink stamens, and she was slender and charming, as if she was shy about a girl full of spring.

"Don't you continue to let me go later?" Uesugi said without panic, pretending to walk to the door.

"No..." Hanamaru Hanaguchi shouted to him almost subconsciously, but after shouting, she felt ashamed to resurface on her face, gently turned away, and clamped a small hand that was stretching down with her legs.

"No?" Uesugi Dog locked the bedroom door.

"Yeah..." The girl was shy and nodded inadvertently.

Uesugizo walked to the edge of the bed, supported her hands on the bed, and gradually leaned against her upper body, wanting to look at her for a while.

However, less than half a second later, the Hanamara Hanamichi retreated.

She got out of the bed very consciously, held her hands against the bed, and looked at the balcony outside the bedroom window and the bright sunshine above.

This series of movements is extremely slow, and each move is brought with the girl's cuteness.

"It seems that we haven't cleaned the room for a long time, Hashirasugi?" Uesugi came to her back.

"Um....."

"Your Highness the Princess think, what should be the first step in cleaning the room?"

"Zhaojun... don't call that title..." The girl's hair swayed gently in a small way.

"Why? I think it's pretty good." Uesugi Sao put his hand on her hand and put his body on her back, "Your Highness the Princess."

"Well... it should be... it should be cleaned..."

"Right." Uesugi Seo left behind her for a while.

"Come on, give it." When I came back, I handed a duster for cleaning to her hands, and her eyebrows and eyes were already filled with water.

"Your Highness the Princess is so cute." Uesugi Doo smiled and encouraged her, and returned to her previous position.

"Okay, let me talk about how to clean the dust. First of all, we want to learn to shake."

Huamaru Huahuo hasn't replied for a long time.

"Your Highness, Princess." Uesugi walked forward a little.

"Here! He's here..."

"What am I talking about just now?"

"It seems...shake..."

“Yes, shake.”

Uesuma Dog hugged her and came to the transparent glass floor-to-ceiling window, allowing her to support her with both hands.

"Did you see that there is so much dust on it, and His Highness the Princess will clean it up with me."

"Okay, OK..."

The duster in Hanamaru Hanawai Chan's hand was placed on the dust and shook it gently with Uesugi.

After shaking the windows, she began to shake the corners of the walls. The corners of the walls were cleaned, and then she quickly went to shake the wardrobe. She had to put her hands on top to shake them. After cleaning them in a circle, the dust was covered with dust. But she was so tired that the girl had to hold her hands on the bed to rest. Her body trembled slightly and her legs softened.

Uesugi had no choice but to help her shake the remaining troubles.

For some reason, in this November winter, there were obviously no birds, but there were waves of melodious and ethereal sounds in the house.

It rises and falls, rises and falls, and has a very rhythmic sense.

Uesuma Doo found that he couldn't finish cleaning, so he had to ask Hanamaru Hanai to continue, putting his back on his back, hands next to his hands, and the room was cleaned in a short while.

The white sunlight shines on the wrinkled bed of the quilt, as if a layer of white snow is blowing on it.

But the girl was also exhausted, lying in Uesuma's hug, panting.

Her face was hot, and she clenched her hands and hit his chest:

"Bad guy..."

Probably it was because I was too tired to clean the room.
Chapter completed!