The two looked at the man standing beside them.
His messy hair and unkempt attire bore an artistic air.
"Haha, sorry, the scene just now was incredibly beautiful, filled with the scent of young love, I couldn't help myself. This photo is for you two as an apology."
The man wore a cheerful smile, handing over the photo he had taken.
Natsuka Yanagimachi glanced at the photo, only then realizing how ambiguous their posture was at the time.
The girl clung to the boy like a willow in the wind, pressing tightly against him, even her chest was pressed against him.
The feeling of firm chest muscles seemed to transmit through the photo to Natsuka Yanagimachi's own chest.
Her face flushed red, her legs instantaneously filled with strength, she withdrew from Aozawa's embrace, her right hand instinctively tidying her messy bangs, "I'll forgive you this time.
Next time, don't just take photos of people randomly.
Uncle!"
