He reached out with his right hand to gently caress her feverish cheek, tracing down the face, teasing the soft strands of hair by her ear.
The young girl was pinned to the bed, and Hanamaru Hanabi could only keep her eyes tightly shut, responding to his actions with weak whimpers.
"Sakura... it's not... not a dream..." she said fearfully, her thighs wrapped tight in white silk, subtly revealing a faint hint of flesh color.
Uesugi Sakura tilted his head slightly, aiming at her eyes that dared not open: "If it's not a dream, then why does Hanabi appear in my room again?"
She was wearing a clean white shirt, the same as yesterday, with a red bow tied at the collar.
The bow was a bit crooked, the shirt a bit messy.
Her flat stomach, under the wrinkled thin clothing, revealed white and delicate skin, so soft it looked touchable.
