"Is this...is this what you call taking a rest? Haruka Yuzan, ugh! You big jerk!!"
The little one, in disarray, was pressed against the wall of the small cubicle,
her blushing little face looked especially tender, and her watery big eyes had unknowingly gathered a thin layer of mist.
"Even if Lady Misaki has infinite charm, at least let me rest, ugh!!!"
Staring at the boy who had hoisted her into mid-air, her pouty little mouth turned sulky, but before she could speak two sentences, those rosy lips were blocked by Haruka Yuzan again!
Like a small sailboat in the ocean, rolling with the surging waves, constantly rising and falling.
The frail body seemed as if it could be swept into the waves by the sea at any moment, vanishing without a trace.
Although Haruka Yuzan was holding her small behind quite steady with both hands.
But Misaki Saki still draped her arms around Haruka's neck, her little head tilted back, leaning against the wall.
