Laid-Back Life in Tokyo: I Really Didn't Want to Work Hard-Chapter 856 - 505: School Life After the Holiday

The three-day holiday has passed.

Returning to Tokyo, Uesugi Sakura never felt the air so warm.

If there are any drawbacks, it’s that the air in Tokyo is indeed much more polluted compared to Hokkaido.

In the early morning, Uesugi Sakura, who wakes up earlier than Hanabi, comes to Hanamaru Hanabi’s side, and he gazes intently at the girl’s sleeping face.

She is hugging the Shasha Ball he bought for her yesterday, her closed eyes appear serene and lovely.

Her eyebrows are long and slender, bent like velvet.

"Hanabi, Hanabi! Time to get up, time to get up!"

Uesugi Sakura tries to call out to her by her ear, but she just covers her ears, turns over, and continues sleeping.

There is no sign of her wanting to wake up at all.

"Sigh, another lazy sleep, I don’t know when she will get rid of this bad habit."

Uesugi Sakura sits on the bed, turning his body to look at her.

At this moment, the sky is gradually brightening, the bedroom curtains are still drawn, with just a little bit of sunlight sneaking in through the gaps.

Uesugi Sakura focuses on the girl’s eyebrows and eyes in her sleep.

Hanamaru Hanabi’s face, with its dewy texture, never tires the viewer, no matter how long one looks at it.

Hugging the stuffed toy, she sleeps quietly like a child, with one leg exposed, clutching the quilt, adding a touch of tranquility to her figure.

Uesugi Sakura moves to the bedside, looking at her soft, dewy face in the sunlight peeking through the curtains, he can’t help but reach out to brush her hair aside and poke her cheek gently with his finger.

As expected, his fingertip sinks into it.

The girl’s cheeks give a deeper tactile sensation to his fingerprint, making one want to continue poking her cheek.

Once, twice, three times... repeatedly.

The contours of her face are graceful.

So when poked, it doesn’t ripple like water, but rather bounces back like pudding.

Very tender, and also soft.

Uesugi Sakura’s gaze shifts downwards, his fingers smoothly gliding from her cheek to her lips.

Those cherry blossom-colored soft lips reflect a hue in the faint light, tempting one to take a bite and taste the fragrance of fruit.

Looking at her defenselessly exquisite sleeping face, lying on the bed in a beautiful slumbering posture, at the mercy of others.

Uesugi Sakura can’t resist pinching her face, trying to manipulate various expressions on her face.

Pouting, smiling, angry, frowning...

Such a lovely girl, now like a toy in his hand, at his command.

Each expression he creates looks adorably cute on her flawless face.

Hanamaru Hanabi soon wakes up from his teasing. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

It’s just as well she’s awake; if not, Uesugi Sakura can’t promise he wouldn’t do something bad.

He’s also afraid he might torment her for a few more hours.

"Morning." Uesugi Sakura says to her with a smile.

"Morning..."

Hanamaru Hanabi, bleary-eyed, stretches her arms, replying in a lazy, weak voice.

The girl sits up in bed, her languid body somewhat unsteady due to just waking up.

"Feels... a bit sore on my face..."

"A bit sore on your face?" Uesugi Sakura shows a concerned expression, smiling as he asks, "Did you accidentally sleep on your face last night? If you lie face down for too long, it can actually cause pain."

"Really...?"

"Of course, Sakura is the one who cares most about Hanabi."

"Mm..." Hanamaru Hanabi rubs her soft face, agreeing with his explanation.

Probably because she went to bed too late yesterday, the squinting Hanamaru Hanabi is becoming increasingly unsteady, and in a state of complete sleepiness, she suddenly falls towards Uesugi Sakura.

"Mm..."

Uesugi Sakura supports her shoulders:

"Time to get up, we have to go to school this morning and to the café this afternoon."

"...Don’t want to..." Hanamaru Hanabi, half-asleep, slurs.

"Even if you don’t want to, Hanabi, we still have to go, it’s school, you know, school."

"It’s okay, just skip class..."

"..."

Is this really something Hanabi would say?

Uesugi Sakura once again supports her small arms.

But as soon as he lets go, Hanamaru Hanabi falls back into his arms again.

The girl’s small hand grabs Uesugi Sakura’s shirt, a few small fingers hook his collar, pulling it down to reveal the skin underneath.

Still half-asleep, Hanamaru Hanabi directly presses her face against his chest.

Then she nuzzles against it.

Watching the girl in front of him clingy and close, Uesugi Sakura softens his voice:

"Okay, time to get up, we have classes today... and we agreed to go to school together."

"...No."

Even in a groggy state, Hanamaru Hanabi puffs her cheeks, her whole face exuding a tender girlish charm from this whining sound.

"I want... Hanabi wants Sakura to hold her... Even to school, Sakura has to carry me... and call me princess..."

"..."

Uesugi Sakura looks out the window, suddenly thinking that having such a clingy girl is quite troublesome.

Getting up needs you, sleeping needs you, even returning home needs you.

With this kind of wholehearted, trusting coquettishness, it seems completely inappropriate to harshly scold her to wake up.

No matter how you put it, Uesugi Sakura is not an insensitive man.

"Want to sleep a bit longer?"

"...Mm..." A lazy nasal sound.

"Then just ten more minutes, okay, and then you must get up."

"Okay..."

"..."

Uesugi Sakura just wants to tease her.

Holding the petite girl, he watches as her breathing steadies again in his arms, and his heart also calms down again.