Moe Girl Touch Advance Info

Yuki shook her head. “I don’t have another class for an hour.” She paused, her cheeks flushing a color that matched the strawberries on her dress. “And you still have my cardigan.”

They stood there, under the umbrella, not moving toward the door. Hana was still holding Yuki’s shoulder. Yuki was still leaning into her. Moe girl touch advance

“Here,” the girl said, and before Hana could protest, she had shrugged off her own dry cardigan. It was soft, pink, and smelled faintly of vanilla. Yuki shook her head