"Hmmm hmm hmm hmm hmm... hmm hmm hmm hmm..."
The oversized T-shirt barely covered her pert little bottom. The girl, having just finished her bath, lay on the big bed, shaking her fair and delicate short legs in the air.
Her rosy lips hummed an unknown song—it was the innocent and romantic tune that Misaki Saki had concocted, imbued with soul during bath time.
After the bath, the girl surprisingly started to read a book. Haruka Yuzan, who was drying the little girl's hair, was also taken aback.
At first glance, it was a manga, black and white; at the next, it was full of adult-rated depictions of the human body and scenes...
The rosy lips continued to hum, and every now and then, her bright eyes would flash with a surprised brilliance—the light of wisdom that comes from learning new knowledge.
Well... okay, it was his own fault, actually considering if Misaki Saki had such a lofty character. How sinful, how sinful...