Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 832 - 493: Snowy Day, the Man Curled Up by the Roadside

Chapter 832: Chapter 493: Snowy Day, the Man Curled Up by the Roadside

Four Points by Sheraton Hotel.

Right across from Hakodate JR Station where they got off the train, everyone checked in, two to a room.

As the newlyweds, Uesugi Sakura and Hanamaru Hanabi were naturally assigned to the same room.

The hotel room had a large square glass window overlooking the snowy Hakodate Mountain, snow covering both the mountain top and the foot, with a snowy cityscape extending across the hillside region.

With the heater on, Hanamaru Hanabi promptly took off her coat and sat on the bed, supporting herself with her hands behind.

Inside, she wore a preppy knit sweater, her figure still slender and clearly defined, with a small bow tied at her neckline, and the black silk stockings below her skirt added a girlish charm to her legs.

"Sakura, would you like to come over here and sleep for a while?" Noticing Uesugi Sakura looking at her, Hanabi patted the bed beside her, smiling.

Sakura was tempted, yet he feared if he slept, he wouldn’t want to leave.

He glanced at the narrow sofa near the window, "How about I sleep here tonight?"

"Not going to sleep together?" Hanabi took off her small leather shoes, picked up a pillow, and lay down inquirely on the big bed.

"There have already been enough intimate gestures, if I push further, I feel our good rapport wouldn’t mean much anymore." Sakura said, smiling at the girl.

Actually, whether it was for himself or for her, their good rapport was simply a factor that made them desire to be closer to each other.

Even if the rapport was zero, even negative.

Their emotions toward each other would still irresistibly draw them closer.

Just like when Sakura was down, Hanabi would let him rest his head on her knees as a reward, not wanting to see him become lonely.

To summarize simply, "love" cannot be bound by rules.

Suddenly, Hanabi got out of bed and walked over, her black stockinged feet tapping on the hotel floor as she approached him.

The girl first looked at his face, then reached out, helping him unbutton his parka and unzip it.

As she took off his snow-dampened coat, she spoke with concern: 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"Often, Hanabi has thought about being a good wife, unsure if she meets Sakura’s expectations."

"What if I say you don’t?"

The girl puffed up her cheeks: "Then Sakura would have to live on his own!"

Hanabi swiftly pulled his parka off, knowing he was joking, still chuckling playfully!

"I would never want that." Sakura said with a smile.

Whether it’s little Hanabi or black Hanabi, both of them have faces that turn red when angry, looking cuter.

In such moments, he always felt a strong urge to pat her head.

"...What’s up?" Hanabi noticed him staring at her while holding his parka.

"I want to display my boyfriend power."

"Boyfriend power?"

With Hanabi looking puzzled, Sakura reached out his hand.

Just as he was about to touch her silky hair, Hanabi suddenly stepped back, leaned forward, and bit his finger.

Sakura’s eye twitched: "Ouch."

"You can’t just touch a girl’s head randomly." Hanabi, biting his right finger, looked at him with delicate eyebrows.

Her tone held a touch of stubborn cuteness.

"Why not?" His finger hurt from her bite, strangely enough, Sakura didn’t dislike the sensation.

"You just can’t."

"But before, I used to pat your head all the time."

"Before is before! Now is now! Right now, no, touching, allowed!" Hanabi released his finger from her teeth, flashed her teeth for emphasis, and added, "No way!"

Hanabi’s teeth were particularly pretty, gleaming white and perfectly aligned.

Combined with her purple eyes, impeccable girlish figure, it’s hard to believe she’s genuinely Japanese.

Sakura suddenly felt like embracing her, holding her slender body close.

"Speaking of which, Hanabi, why do you have purple eyes?"

"Hanabi doesn’t know either." She swatted away his hand reaching for her, "You should ask mom about that."

The girl sat back on the bed, picked up her iPad with a newly received message, naturally crossing her legs.

The black silk wrapping her slender calves revealed a hint of skin color, with a flowing line extending from thigh to toe, where five cute dainty toes could be seen under the delicate fabric.

Sakura wasn’t sure if she was doing it intentionally, but he admitted, he couldn’t resist.

"Hanabi-chan." Sakura sat beside her, glancing at her iPad screen showing a group photo of six people in the snowy weather at the station.

Hanabi gave him a side glance, turned around, lifted a foot onto him, and pushed him away:

"Don’t come closer."

"Why?" Holding her warm foot, aside from the silky sensation, it was soft and tender underneath.

"Because it’s not the time yet, Sakura hasn’t shown Hanabi the warmth from a husband!"

Hanabi furrowed her beautiful brows at him, pulled her foot from his grasp and rested it back on the floor, continuing to view the message from her mother.

"Hanabi-chan~"

"Sakura, even acting cute won’t work."

"Hanabi-chan~~" Sakura nudged closer to her, gently brushing his hand against her thigh.