The air conditioner swayed up and down, filling the room with cool air, while the traditional-style room was brightly lit by warm sunlight.
Outside the bright and shiny glass stood lush, beautiful orange trees on Sakura Hill.
Hanamaru Hanabi was sketching and making changes on her tablet, while Uesugi Sakura lay on the tatami mat, his right arm propping up his head as he flipped through a book in front of him.
They spent several hours in such a peaceful atmosphere.
Suddenly, as Hanamaru Hanabi was drawing, her face blushed, and the brush in her hand froze in place.
"Sakura, Sakura-kun... it tickles a bit."
Uesugi Sakura wrapped his arms around her graceful waist, his head resting on her petite shoulder, and his hands gently squeezing her soft, pale belly.
"I just want to hold you."
Hanamaru Hanabi's cheeks were rubbed against his, her soft flesh being pinched into various shapes along the contours of his face.
"Sakura-kun... are you being coy...?" the girl said softly.
