Hojo Shouko watched Aozawa getting closer, her cheeks flushing with a layer of shy redness, her eyes drooping to the ground, not daring to look directly at him, nor did she say anything.
This obedient and adorable look made Aozawa want to employ some tough love on the spot.
But he understood well.
Doing it in the sports storage room might seem thrilling.
Using it as the site for the first time is obviously inappropriate.
Although hotels and homes, essentially like sports storage rooms, are all buildings, the difference seems minimal.
Yet the feeling in people's hearts is completely different.
If not, people wouldn't associate the sports storage room with an inexplicable thrill.
But for the first time, one shouldn't seek thrill, it should be somewhere with a bed.
Aozawa stood in front of Hojo Shouko, caressing her soft cheek, then leaned in to whisper: "Shouko, don't rush. Let's enjoy here fully when we have time in the future."
