Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

"You can't believe anything a drunk person says. Okay, let's go to the toilet."

Erina Akane tried to resist, but Yuri Tashiro seemed to be exceptionally strong. She lifted the curtain, grabbed her arm, and pulled her outside. Soon, the two disappeared from the small room.

"Ah~ Ah~ No, I don't want to pee~"

"Okay, okay, sweetie, I'll help you take your pants off in a bit."

"Really?"

"real."

"Phew, that's great! You have to hold me! Lift me up like when I was little, and my mom would hold me so I could pee. Then I'll let go with a 'plop' sound and there will be a little stream of water."

"it is good."

Strange conversations could be heard coming from outside.

"..."

Everyone in the room felt a sense of unease.

Being drunk is truly terrible.

Chapter 447 Cheers!

###Chapter 448 A Daily Life at the Market with My Wife###

Living in Tokyo, all I want to do is laze around.

The meal at the barbecue restaurant ended with Akane Rina making a ruckus and demanding drinks.

Today, because the store is under renovation, no one is working. The Tashiro sisters called a taxi and took the drunk Akane Rina home. Totsuka Katsura also said goodbye to Uesugi and Hanamaru Hanabi and went back with Kohashi Rimi.

Uesugi brought Hanabi Hanabi out of Shirogane-Takanawa Station. She had been sleeping on the train for a while because she was full, and when she woke up, the familiar little Hanabi was back.

She was embarrassed that she had been seen sleeping while leaning against Uesugi on the train, and she didn't say much while staying by Uesugi's side.

"Let's stroll through the market together, Hanabi..."

"Hmm? Hanabi, is there anything you want to buy?"

“Didn’t you want to eat shredded pork with green peppers? ... Go to the market and buy an iron pot. It should taste better that way. Also,” Hanabi Hanabi stood on the street looking at him, her eyes sparkling, “it’s getting cold. Hanabi said she would knit you a towel... We need to buy some more yarn balls.”

"Are you really going to knit it for me?" Uesugi asked.

"Ah."

Hanabi Hanabi nodded slightly, her delicate face flushed. She stepped to stand beside Uesugi and gently hooked her right index finger around his hand. "You're my husband... Hanabi also wants to fulfill some of her duties as a wife..."

Uesugi could see her blushing, shy profile, and the strands of hair that were gently swaying in the wind beside her ear.

My wife is so cute...

"Is Hanabi being so nice to me?"

Hanabi Hanabi withdrew her hand from his, crossed it in front of her skirt, and then said to him softly, "It's...it's very ordinary. Don't girls often give their crushes handmade gifts or something when they're in love..."

"Scarves count too?"

"Yes, scarves count too."

"Moreover, the meaning of giving a scarf is also very good. It is... I hope that when you wear that scarf, you can feel the warmth of Hanabi... If you think it is very nice, you will probably like Hanabi even more."

Uesugi laughed at her adorable words: "But my love for you is already endless, how can I love you more?"

"There are things even more powerful than endless love!"

“Where is it?” Uesugi didn’t believe it.

"That is, within endless love, give Jun his favorite gift with love in return. In this way, endless love is multiplied!"

Seeing her smiling happily in front of him, Uesugi couldn't help but pull her arm and link arms with her. "How about I give you another gift too?"

"No." Hanabi Hanamaru smiled brightly.

"Why not? Isn't it said that love can be accumulated?"

“The gift you gave me is too precious for Hanabi,” Hanabi Hanamaru said, taking out the sapphire blue pendant hanging around her neck. “I cherish everything you give me, but I have my limits. I can’t accept too many gifts from you. For example, I can’t possibly wear ten necklaces out in public!”

Uesugi laughed again.

"Jun seems so happy today, she's always smiling."

Aren't you curious why I'm laughing?

Hanamaru Hanabi smiled and shook her head.

"Even if you don't want to know, I still have to tell you, because I see you every day and hear you saying caring things to me every day."

"Your sweet talk is so corny!"

"I'll say even the corniest love lines."

The shopping mall here only had yarn balls, not Chinese woks, so Uesugi had no choice but to take Hanabi back to the tram stop to catch the tram again.

When they arrived, several rows of people were already standing in front of them.

"Wait for the next one?" Uesugi asked, looking at the screen above which showed they would arrive in three minutes.

"Okay." Hanabi Hanamaru certainly didn't want to be crammed into a big chicken coop.

Tram announcement: [You are currently at: Shirogane-Takanawa Station, Next stop: Shirogane-dai, Next stop: Shirogane-dai]

This tram was very crowded.

Uesugi saw the station attendant, his face flushed, forcefully pushing a man's buttocks in before the tram doors could barely close.

The next tram was a bit better, but Uesugi and Hanamaru Hanabi kept walking inside until they finally found a corner where the two of them could stand.

Broadcast: [Next stop, Baijindae; next stop, Baijindae]

As the tram began to sway, Uesugi braced himself with both hands above it, shielding Hanamaru Hanabi in a corner.

Perhaps because of the large number of people and the warm air conditioning in the carriage, the temperature was high, and Hanabi's face began to turn red, looking delicate and adorable.

Do you remember the fireworks?

"Ah," Hanabi Hanabi managed to lift her head, "remember what?"

Uesugi looked at her small face and said, "When we first started dating, I also protected you here like this, and people misunderstood that I was molesting you."

"You...you mean this..."

When the train arrived at the station, the inertia caused the people behind to stumble, bumping right into Uesugi's back. Since he and Hanamaru Hanabi were face-to-face and pressed close together, their upper bodies inevitably made some contact.

Hanabi Hanamaru blushed instantly at his sudden closeness.

While savoring the soft touch of those two mounds, Uesugi smiled and said to the girl below:

"Hanabi-chan hasn't changed much; she's still as cute as ever, but she's improved quite a bit in some ways compared to before."

"Ugh..." Hanabi wanted to glare at him, but after their close contact, she was too embarrassed to look up again. She could only weakly say this to show her resistance to his teasing.

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It was not clear.

Winter is the perfect time to snuggle up in bed and keep warm.

I couldn't bear to get out of bed, nor could I bear to change my blankets into clothes to keep warm.

Even more reluctant to leave the warm little house and go outside to see the snow falling all around.

The fragrance filled his gently rhythmic breaths as Uesugi lay in bed enjoying the warmth, habitually touching the little belly of Hanabi Hanamaru beside him.

Her belly was always very soft, smooth and tender, and as you touched it, a warm and comfortable feeling would appear in your palm—and because of this, you would be reluctant to leave once you started touching it.

But at this moment, Uesugi, with his eyes closed, sensed something strange.

His outstretched hand touched not a soft belly, but a slightly firm, very flat lower abdomen.

Although he was not fully awake and his consciousness was still hazy, he vaguely knew that this feeling was very strange in terms of texture.

He frowned subconsciously, then continued to stroke his stomach, feeling increasingly strange.

Following this feeling, he skipped the belt and slid his hand down.

As he touched her, Uesugi was instantly wide awake and sat up abruptly in bed.

"you!"

Just as he was about to speak, he realized that the face in front of him seemed somewhat familiar.

Perhaps because he hadn't fully woken up, his eyes were still a little blurry. He blinked several times in a row, and only after his eyes adjusted to the dim light could he be sure that the face in front of him was one he knew all too well.

Uesugi was lying right next to her.

But wait.

He's Uesugi, so... who am I...?

"I...?" He opened his mouth, a sound coming from his throat, a weak voice that was very familiar to him.

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What's the sound of Little Fireworks?

Uesugi realized something and stretched out his hands to look at them.

Her wrists were as white as jade, her skin was delicate, and her fingers were slender.

"Fireworks' hand?"

His voice was no longer his usual tone, but rather Hanamaru Hanabi's soft, gentle voice.

He turned his head to look at his shoulder again; it was petite and snow-white, with a pink camisole hanging on it.

My gaze shifted again, landing directly below.

There, beneath the pale pink pajamas, two small mounds rose.

"Am I Hanabi?"

Uesugi patted his cheeks again, and the soft bounce made him understand completely.

I am Hanamaru Hanabi now.