This morning, Hanamaru Hanabi pulled him over to give his opinion on a new dress she had bought a few days ago.
It wasn't the first time she'd asked Uesugi Sakura to judge her outfits, and he'd say she looked good in anything she wore.
Hanamaru Hanabi didn't wear clothes to adorn herself, but rather to bring out the dress's petite charm and cuteness.
"Isn't it too cold to wear a dress with the temperature dropping these days?"
"It's okay, I just wear thicker socks."
Uesugi Sakura watched her examine herself in the mirror, smiling, but his gaze inevitably drifted downward.
Little Hanabi was facing away from him, dressed in a newly bought short skirt.
Her figure was flawless, irresistibly well-proportioned, sparking imagination.
A slender waist, slim legs, and small feet... her skin so fair...
It suddenly struck him that it had been a while since he'd held her, since he'd hugged her.
