Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 257 - 140. Sports Festival (5)_2

Chapter 257: 140. Sports Festival (5)_2

"What do you want to wear?" Dubian Che set her down on the sofa in the cloakroom.

"Nothing."

"You can’t just go out naked; I won’t allow it. You’re for my eyes only."

"Mhm." Jiutiao Meijie lay back on the sofa, looking completely listless.

"How about we dress down today, like commoners?"

"Sure." Jiutiao Meijie responded lazily, "You pick."

Dubian Che looked over the options and chose a black short-sleeve shirt with a string of English letters on it for her, then a dark red cardigan and paired it with jeans.

He himself picked out a black and red baseball jacket and black casual pants.

Once dressed, without considering the price of the clothes, the two of them looked just like any ordinary high school couple, except maybe a little more good-looking.

They didn’t take a car; Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie walked hand in hand, leaving the villa area, following the Santian Line Railway towards the Shinbashi bookstore district.

It was October 11th, a Sunday afternoon, and the weather was clear.

The train rumbled by, the sunlight filtered through the yellowing leaves of the roadside trees, caressing every passerby;

Couples walking towards them, girlfriends hooked to their boyfriends’ arms, always smiling as they looked at him, and boyfriends smiling back, whispering to each other;

Three female university students sat on a roadside bench, holding crepes, huddling together, pouting for selfies;

A group of men brushed past each other, shoving back and forth, one guy leaping onto another’s back, nearly knocking him down;

Across the street, an old man with a dog and another woman carrying a shopping bag stood at the junction waiting for the traffic light.

About ten minutes into their walk, Jiutiao Meijie felt hot and slid her cardigan off, draping it over her wrist.

She was slender but comfortable to touch, and the natural and elegant thinness emphasized the fullness of her chest.

Dubian Che couldn’t help but wrap his arm around her exquisitely slender waist.

"I’m so hot." Jiutiao Meijie let him embrace her, lightly fanning herself, "Let’s find a place to rest."

"Over there." Dubian Che pointed to a bookstore by the road, his gaze falling on her fair and delicate ears.

Jiutiao Meijie nodded.

The bookstore didn’t have the air conditioning on, but perhaps because there were more books than people, plus it was on the basement level, the temperature was much cooler than outside.

They went downstairs to the basement level and walked to a corner.

Dubian Che sat down on a decorative stair-like chair in front of a bookshelf.

"Sit down too." Dubian Che moved over, clearing a spot by the stair railing.

Jiutiao Meijie looked at the staircase with disdain but still sat down next to him.

"It’s better to work at home than to come to a place like this," she said.

"Not at all. Besides, we’ve only just started. You’re too weak."

"Then tell me, what’s so interesting about a place like this?"

"Reading books." Dubian Che leaned forward over her, peeking at the bookshelves by the stairs.

His eyes swept over the shelves within reach, "Fei Niaoji?" He picked it up, "I’ll read you Tagore’s poetry."

"Could you be any more boring?" Jiutiao Meijie frowned, looking at him with disdain.

Dubian Che thought about it and had to admit, "It is a little boring."

Probably, no one would come to a bookstore to rest with their girlfriend on a Sunday, and even if they did, they wouldn’t sit here and read Tagore to her.

Dubian Che wouldn’t either, but aside from Tagore, the books within his reach were all collections of poets he didn’t recognize.

"Silence of Everything" by a Polish female writer, Kinzaburo Mieko’s "I Like Everything," an American poet’s "Leaves of Grass," a selection of Wordsworth’s poems by an English poet...

Who knew any of these?

He had to thank his country for including "Fei Niaoji" in the college entrance exam syllabus, otherwise, Dubian Che would only know Tagore as an Indian poet but wouldn’t know who wrote "Fei Niaoji."

Dubian Che patted Jiutiao Meijie’s plump thigh with his right hand, silently comforting her.

He flipped open "Fei Niaoji" with his left hand; it looked as new as if it had just been bought but had been around for a while.

"’Human beings are like newborn children, whose power is the power of growth.’" Dubian Che recited somberly before turning his head to look at Jiutiao Meijie, "What does it mean?"

"You’re asking me?"

"I don’t understand it either." Dubian Che subconsciously stroked the flesh on her leg as he continued reading, "’I have stars in the sky, but alas, the little light in my room is not lit.’"

"Tagore actually won the Nobel Prize in Literature?"

"Hold on, Meiji, that’s quite rude of you to say. If you don’t understand, it only proves that your cultural level isn’t high enough, or that your aesthetic sense differs."

"You’re the top student in liberal arts, do you understand it?"

"I’ll look at it again, maybe then I’ll understand."

Jiutiao Meijie rolled her eyes at Dubian Che and swatted away his pinching hand.

Dubian Che didn’t linger on the touch of her thighs, but with one hand held the book and with the other turned the pages. After a while, he said, "Ah, this sentence is good."

"Read it out loud." Jiutiao Meijie replied softly, her arms resting on her knees and her hands propping up her face, her eyes looking towards the poetry book in his hands.

"’A melancholy voice builds its nest in the fleeting years like passing water. It sings to me in the night:..." having finished reading, Dubian Che turned his head again to look at Jiutiao Meijie, "I love you.’"

"Mm."

"Isn’t that response a bit too cold? I said ’I love you’."

"Weren’t you reciting poetry?"

"This is called expressing feelings through poetry." After saying this, Dubian Che suddenly struck a pose as if hit by inspiration, "Ah! Haven’t I just resonated with Tagore? Meiji, perhaps in the future, your boyfriend, me, could be a Nobel Laureate in Literature!"

"That’s hard to say." Jiutiao Meijie propped her chin up, lifting her face and smiling as she looked into his eyes.

He held the poetry book in his hands, and if one overlooked his nonsense, his enthusiastic speaking manner had a youthful spirit.

Dubian Che too looked at Jiutiao Meijie, against the dim yet bright light of the basement floor, her beautiful face cast in a soft golden hue.

Looking at the face that belonged to him, his heart swelled with sweetness and happiness.

"Meiji, my beautiful princess, may I kiss you?" he asked with a smile in his soft voice.

"Is that also something Tagore said?"

"Mm."

"If you’re lying, I’ll have to punish you."

"Tagore once said that silence is a virtue, but to be silent in the presence of someone you like is cowardice, so he would be quite willing to admit that the sentence I just said was his."

"Smooth talker." Jiutiao Meijie scoffed with a cold laugh.

"Alright, I said it, but that doesn’t matter."

Dubian Che tossed aside Tagore and his "Fei Niaoji," reaching out to embrace Jiutiao Meijie in his arms.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" he leaned in, forehead to forehead, and whispered, "If not, I’m going to kiss you."

"You have my permission," the queen in Dubian Che’s arms commanded.

Dubian Che looked into her eyes, and Jiutiao Meijie looked back into his, with no hint of shyness, only tender sweetness.

Dubian Che wrapped his arm around her shoulder and softly kissed her lips.

Jiutiao Meijie’s shoulders trembled slightly for a moment, and then, as always, her body softened.

Thirteen seconds later, they parted.

"Meiji, my beautiful princess, I love you," Dubian Che’s sigh-like voice arose between their gently parted lips.

"I... love you too."

Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, and the sweet scent from Jiutiao Meijie enveloped the tip of Dubian Che’s nose.

In the basement bookstore of Shinbashi, the two kissed once more with intimacy.

After enough time for Dubian Che to memorize the "Fei Niaoji" had passed, the couple prepared to leave the old bookstore, devoid of customers.

As they got up, Dubian Che accidentally stepped on Jiutiao Meijie’s cardigan, which had slipped off without her noticing. She glared at him but said nothing.

Dubian Che cleaned the dust off for her and went to the counter to purchase the "Fei Niaoji."