The door is tightly closed, but not locked.

Uesuma Dori knocked her twice with her normal heart in her normal heart.

Dongdong...

Waited for a moment, but no response.

He pushed the door straight in.

The room with fireworks is very large, with bookcases and desks arranged in order to the right.

The bookcase is against the wall, and dozens of books of all sizes are neatly arranged.

Uesugi Sato can also see several familiar reading books on it.

There is a book "Song of the Wind and the Tree", which was a birthday gift he gave to Huahuo when he was a child.

Until now, she still keeps it well.

Then there is a desk, with a computer on the desk and a black digital tablet in front.

This is what she usually uses to draw, line's avatar and some chat expressions, which she drew herself.

The upper right corner of the desk is where vases and figures are placed, facing the window and the light is good.

There are several watercolor paintings mounted on the walls, and they are the best ones for fireworks.

This room can be said to be the best location for Hanamaru's house. There is a balcony outside the floor-to-ceiling window facing the door. As long as you open the curtains in the morning and the sun shines in, you can see the blinds in Uesumo's room opposite.

In the past, Uesugi often saw Hanawa standing behind the transparent floor-to-ceiling window in the early morning, and smiled and said good morning to him.

I haven't seen her open the curtains recently, I don't know why.

But now these are not important. What matters is the sleeping fireworks on the edge of the bed.

It is said that girls will show their true nature when they sleep, and the sleeping posture represents the true character of the girl.

Uesugi Do not know how this sentence is reflected in others, but in Hanamaru Hanabu, this sentence is indeed perfectly confirmed.

She was very quiet, breathing very smoothly, and her curled petite body was covered by her quilt.

Her head was sideways to the bed, and her two tender little hands overlapped and placed by her lips, accompanied by her even breathing, slowly moving slightly.

Uesugi Sao came to her bedside and squatted down.

Facing her sleeping cheeks, Uesugi Osaki stood at the head of the bed, held her cheek with her right hand, and looked at it quietly without making any sound.

The forehead, eyes, nose, face, fair skin is slightly red, and the cute face of Huawan Huahuo is like the sweet cherry blossom wine in spring, which is pink and intoxicating.

Uesugi Tou likes her sleeping appearance very much, and likes her quiet and beautiful appearance very much.

Now just looking at her, his heart couldn't help but calm down, becoming clear and clear without any ripple.

He couldn't help but reach out, touched her soft cheeks.

The skin meets the fingertips, and the lines between the fingers press into the fleshy face. When they are released, the skin as silky as milk in the morning will rebound with the movements of the fingertips, bringing a deeper touch.

Soft, soft and sucky.

The spreading touch is deeply rooted in the heart. This fleshy and soft feeling combined with a warm ball on her cheeks, the calm heart will melt like a marshmallow with hot water.

This feeling is really comfortable, but it is hard to understand this feel on weekdays. After all, Hanaman Hanaguchi is the kind of girl who hides when she touches her.

Only in this way can you enjoy it.

Uesugi Yuxin smiled and pinched her face with her index finger and thumb on her right hand again, enjoying this rare leisure time.

Huamaru Huahuo seemed to have some senses, her little head shrank into the quilt, her two little hands protected her, her body curled up tighter, her faint lips stuttering, making a weaker and inaudible sound than usual.

Others must not understand what she was saying, but Uesugi Tho heard it very clearly, she was talking about her name.

"Fire Fireworks...Fire Fireworks..." shouted like this.

Cute, cute.

Uesugi Seo couldn't control himself, so he changed his hand and pinched it again.

The softness of the fingertips and the temperature of the fingertips made Uesugi deeply feel the existence of this treasure girl.

The dreamy and real she makes her heart full of indescribable happiness.

Uesugi Dora continued to ravage the ignorant girl in front of her who was unaware of it.

Perhaps because he had been rubbing for a long time, Hanamaru Hanahuo frowned, his stuttering voice gradually increased, and he slowly opened his eyes in his turbulent and trembling eyelids.

My eyes were sleepy, but when I woke up, there was a strong light that seemed to be blocked by something. Only the dark outline with a little light remained in front of my blurry eyes.

Hanamaru Hanawa was very quiet even when she woke up. The first thing she did when she woke up was not to sit up and stretch, but to wait quietly for herself to adapt to the morning light.

Uesugi Sao had already taken back his sinful hands at this time and waited patiently for her.

His vision gradually became clear, and Hanamara Hanami looked at the familiar face that appeared in front of her in a daze.

She blinked, and the colorful purple pupils were filled with curious light. She didn't know whether it was reality or dream. The first rosy look of the morning appeared on her cheeks, and she asked cautiously:

"Up...Usugi Jun?"

The weak voice also has a hint of laziness.

But what responded to her was not words, but Uesugi Do's index finger stretched out with a smile:

"Idiot, I promised yesterday, what do you want to call me?"

"Zhu...Zhuzhu..."

"No, don't touch Huahuo's nose..."

Huamao Huahuo was touched very shyly and his head shrank into the quilt.

Uesugi Seo stood up, sat on the head of the bed, and patiently waited for the Hanamaru fireworks shriveling in the quilt.

It seemed that he was thinking about something. After a moment, Hanamaru Hanaguchi carefully poked his head out, revealing only one head, and looked at Uesugi Sato sitting beside the bed with curious eyes:

"Zhao... Why did Zhaojun come to Huahuo's room?"

"Can't you come?" Uesugi Doo asked with a smile, "I came here often before."

"That's...that's when I was a child, Hanahuo and Jokun had not grown up yet..."

"So Fireworks don't welcome the grown-up Joe?"

Huamao Huahuo shook his little head.

"Welcome?" Uesugi asked.

Huamaru Huahuo shook his little head again.

"What does firework mean? It is welcome but not welcome?"

Hanamaru Hanawa sat up, her petite body wrapped in her quilt, looking a little scared: "Dad said, don't let Joe enter Hanawa's room casually, especially at night."

Uesugi Do also had his own words and said with a smile: "But, it was Aunt Mieko this morning, and it was my aunt who asked me to call Hanabu to get up. Isn't it a problem?"

"Mother..."

Hanamaru Hanabu lowered his head, as if he was thinking about something, and then nodded, "Yes..."

"Is this agreed to me to enter your room?"

"As long as... as long as Zhaojun thinks..."

Hanamaru Hanabu obediently agreed to Uesugi, holding the quilt tighter with her hands. When she thought of the two of them who were alone last night, she didn't know how to face Uesugi.

She was both familiar and novel with him. She had been with him for twelve years, but she had never been so nervous.

His face still kept a shy and red.
Chapter completed!