"How, how could it be like this..."
Hanamaru Hanabi, barely wearing any clothes, dared not look at him, but she knew a figure was gradually approaching.
After the sound of splashing water, came the sound of entering the water.
Hanamaru Hanabi knew he sat down behind her.
In the quiet mist, Uesugi Sakura could only see the fair and clean back in front of him.
The beautiful lines of the girl's shoulder blades, with a soft, long indentation smoothing down the middle, were captivating.
The Uesugi Family wasn't poor, though their bathtub wasn't as big as the Hanamaru family's, it could still accommodate two people.
Moreover, sitting in front of him was a delicate girl, as gentle as a newborn fawn.
She shrank into the corner of the bathtub, trembling, very small.
Uesugi Sakura tried to touch her shoulder with his finger, and the extremely shy Hanamaru Hanabi immediately shrank down, causing ripples in the bathtub.
"You can't, can't touch Hanabi..."
