On the morning of the next day, people held onto the straps with one hand, their minds as hazy as the rattling electric train.
The life of a corporate worker often comes with working weekends.
For students, a leisurely weekend is best spent sleeping.
Hanamaru Hanabi, lying on her own big bed, turned slightly, her soft short hair a bit tousled, and around her light red lips were damp strands of hair.
The dream in her little head always includes that face getting closer and closer.
Yesterday afternoon by the Kanda River, they leaned over to gaze at the river surface together, enjoying the breeze brushing over the water.
Just as she turned her head, someone took advantage of her inattention and kissed her without a care.
The feeling of kissing someone you like is wonderful; as the soft lips touch each other, a surge of emotions erupts, touching the soul.
The longer the kiss, the deeper the affection.
The hormones generated make the head feel dizzy.
