Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady

The next morning, the sun was as brilliant as in the height of summer, and it was another clear day.

But the endless sky, with its crystal-clear rays of light, had a touch of autumn.

The Cultural Festival had ended, and the school was closed for two days.

"After leaving school, please go straight home and do not linger outside!" the teachers ordered loudly as they maintained order.

"Shall we go get breakfast together later?"

"Sure, what should we eat?"

Many students paid no mind to the teachers' words and planned to head out for some fun.

The school was a mess; many trees had fallen, and garbage was everywhere. Xiaoquan Aonai and Akiko were kept back to clean up, while Jiutiao Meijie took Kiyono Lin and Mayi Asuka home.

On the way, no one spoke; there was an atmosphere akin to meeting in person for the first time after often chatting online.

The car reached Kiyono Lin's apartment first.

"Shall we go shopping together tomorrow?" Jiutiao Meijie suddenly asked.

Hand on the car door, about to get out, Kiyono Lin hesitated for two or three seconds, then nodded and said, "Okay."

After she got out and the door closed, the car drove some distance before Dubian Che burst into laughter.

"What's so funny? Shut up," Jiutiao Meijie ordered coldly.

"Hahaha!" Dubian Che's laughter grew even louder as he clapped his hands.

Jiutiao Meijie's originally fierce expression also suddenly broke into a smile, and she reached out to pinch his waist.

Mayi Asuka tilted her head and looked at them with confusion.

They reached Shinano Town where Dubian Che didn't get out of the car; instead, he returned with Jiutiao Meijie to the villa in Shinbashi.

"Tell me, what exactly happened last night? How did you suddenly make up and agree to go shopping together?" Dubian Che followed Jiutiao Meijie up to the second floor.

"It was nothing," Jiutiao Meijie said as she turned into the bedroom and began to unbutton her shirt, getting ready to take a bath.

"It can't be nothing, how did you make up? Tell me."

"If you want to know, go ask her," Jiutiao Meijie said, tossing aside her shirt and then taking off her tank top, leaving her appealing upper body clad only in a black bra.

Dubian Che didn't insist because he knew exactly what had happened.

He lay on the soft and comfortable bed, sighed contentedly, and his energetic body suddenly didn't feel like moving, as if he wanted to lie there forever.

Jiutiao Meijie undid the side of her pleated skirt, letting it fall to the floor, then flung her freshly removed pantyhose onto Dubian Che.

"Don't dirty my bed."

"Don't throw it around; this is my bed," Dubian Che said as he tossed the pantyhose to the side.

He was no longer who he was last year; Jiutiao Meijie's pantyhose could be removed and thrown around as he pleased.

While Jiutiao Meijie showered, he lay on the bed without a thought in his head.

When Jiutiao Meijie, dressed in her pajamas, came out and told him to take a bath, he finally snapped back to reality.

"I'll be right there!" Dubian Che sprang from the bed.

"It's okay to take it slow," Jiutiao Meijie responded as she sat before the mirror, drying her hair with a hairdryer.

Just as her hair dried and she turned off the hairdryer, Dubian Che emerged.

"Come here," Jiutiao Meijie stood up, "Miss will dry your hair for you."

Dubian Che sat down and Jiutiao Meijie roughed up his hair as if she were dealing with a clump of weeds.

His head swayed with her hands, shaking from side to side.

Jiutiao Meijie chuckled merrily, and then began seriously drying his hair.

The warm air from the hairdryer, Jiutiao Meijie's gentle fingers arranging his hair, Dubian Che watched the reflection of the two of them in the mirror, feeling like his heart had landed on the world's softest bed.

"All done!"

With the noise of the hairdryer gone, Dubian Che came to his senses; his reflection in the mirror had soft hair, but it stuck up in tufts.

"Does it look good?" Jiutiao Meijie asked with a smile.

"Looks good, looks good," Dubian Che replied noncommittally, taking the hairdryer from her hands and carelessly setting it aside.

"What are you doing? Miss is not someone you can take lightly; these things must wait until after marriage."

"Unfortunately, I am someone who takes things lightly," Dubian Che said as he picked up Jiutiao Meijie in a princess carry.

"I'm going to call the police and have you arrested," she said with her mouth, but Jiutiao Meijie wrapped her arms around Dubian Che's neck, eyes smiling playfully into his.

They arrived at the bedside, and Dubian Che gently set her down.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his left hand propped next to Jiutiao Meijie, his right caressing her delicately beautiful face.

"The best, cutest Meijie," he said in his gentlest voice.

Jiutiao Meijie laid her hand on his as he touched her cheek, her eyes and expressions equally tender.

"If I'm so great and so cute, what are you waiting for?" she looked into Dubian Che's eyes and softly said.

Dubian Che leaned in and kissed her lips.

The two embraced tightly.

Their longing for each other could only be temporarily satisfied by completely absorbing the other into their bodies.

The following day, Jiutiao Meijie wore a beautiful outfit and went out shopping with Kiyono Lin.

Dubian Che went to the Kiyono family's palace-like villa beside Tokyo Bay.

"Mr. Dubian," the servant bowed.

"Is Mrs. Kiyono here?" he asked.

"Madam is in the garden."

"Thank you."

The servant bowed again and stepped aside, continuing to clean up the fountain disarranged by the typhoon.

Dubian Che walked into the living room alone.

Still in the living room, he could see through the enormous French windows that Mrs. Kiyono and Mrs. Jiutiao were busy tending flowers and plants in the three-acre garden.

"This tall variety is globe amaranth, which can be used in bouquets. This shorter one over here is for admiration."

"What about the flowering season?"

"Plant in summer and autumn, bloom in winter and spring, with the blooming period from December to May of the following year."

"Planting now... Mr. Dubian?" Mrs. Jiutiao turned her head.

Dubian Che stood on the sunlit porch, looking at the two of them.