Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 322 - 164. School Trip (13)

Chapter 322: 164. School Trip (13)

November 5th, Thursday, the third day of the school trip.

The early morning was silent and still when Dubian Che awoke.

Before his eyes even had a chance to open, his hand had already found Jiutiao Meijie’s smooth, warm body.

Jiutiao Meijie groaned in dissatisfaction and unconsciously pushed him away, turning her back to him.

Dubian Che moved closer again, embracing her from behind.

This time, Jiutiao Meijie didn’t escape; she adjusted her position in his arms and comfortably continued to sleep.

Only then did Dubian Che open his eyes.

The faint morning light filtering through the curtains made Jiutiao Meijie’s skin appear tender and almost translucently clear.

A light suck from Dubian Che would leave a purple mark—because it took a long time to fade, after the first time, Jiutiao Meijie forbade him from doing so again.

After a while, Jiutiao Meijie slowly opened her eyes, "What time is it?"

"Five thirty."

"Is it still raining?"

"It stopped at some point."

Jiutiao Meijie closed her eyes again, there was only half an hour before her return to Tokyo.

Just as she was about to fall asleep again, she suddenly felt Dubian Che’s hands getting restless under the blanket and mistakenly thought he was up to no good again, so she pulled her hand out.

"What are you doing?" she opened her eyes impatiently.

What caught her gaze was Dubian Che’s slender left hand with clearly defined knuckles, the nails trimmed neat and clean at her request.

"How about we compare for real?" he said, making a move to slip under the covers.

"Are you sick?" Jiutiao Meijie cursed, wrapping herself in the blanket, "Go compare with yourself!"

"No, we have to clear this up!" insisted Dubian Che as he sat up and climbed on top of her.

Wrapped in her blanket, Jiutiao Meijie looked up at him with beautiful eyes, looking very cute and a little pitiful.

...

Jiutiao Meijie was dressing by the bed.

"Why don’t you stay? The day after tomorrow, come back with me," Dubian Che, lying in bed and toying with the hem of her long skirt, suggested.

Still flushed, Jiutiao Meijie glanced at him with a coquettish tone, "To enjoy the rights and wealth, one must pay the price. In the Jiutiao Main Family this generation, I am the only one. If I were to stay with you every day, some people would take advantage of that."

"It’s tough, need any help?" Dubian Che offered.

"Sure, don’t you want to be Prime Minister? When I secure the seat for Kanagawa Prefecture’s second district, I can hand it over to you later."

"No, I was joking, my dream is to retire at 25."

"Change your stupid dream. Give me my socks."

Dubian Che found the socks and handed them to her.

While Jiutiao Meijie was fixing her hair, Dubian Che got out of bed and began to dress, ultimately finishing up even faster than she did.

Shizuru and the driver were already waiting at the door, Dubian Che hugged Jiutiao Meijie a moment longer with reluctance before letting her get into the car.

Jiutiao Meijie leaned her hand on the central armrest, closing her eyes to rest.

While the car was driving on the "East Sea Road," she spoke, "Withdraw the people from Iwate Prefecture."

"Miss," Shizuru said quietly, "for a high school student to have such skills, you’ve also seen the gun training video, and there’s the reason he coincidentally appeared in Ochazuke; keeping him close, I think it is prudent to—"

"No need," Jiutiao Meijie, still with her eyes closed, interrupted her.

Shizuru wanted to persuade her further, but when she looked up, she noticed the young mistress who never wore any accessories, suddenly sporting a ring on her left hand.

There was nothing there yesterday.

"Yes," she bowed her head again.

******

As he watched the car disappear at the end of the street, Dubian Che did not turn to go back to the hotel but instead started to run up the quiet, early morning "Sannian Slope."

The mist was heavy; shops were closed, cobblestone streets wet with rainwater, only two photographers with cameras were taking pictures.

Dubian Che ran past the empty streets.

He ran past "Sannian Slope," "Kiyomizu Slope," the kimono rental shops, "Meihua Hall," until he reached "Kiyomizu Temple;"

That was just a warm-up, he turned right, "Asahi Hall," "Gangben Textile Main Store," "Cai Shian;"

Finally, he ran back in the direction of "Sannian Slope."

The route formed a triangle, totaling 1500 meters, and he ran it three times.

******

Kiyono Lin entered the dining room, chose her breakfast, and sat down at an empty spot.

She took a sip of the steaming hot miso soup.

She had always believed that waking up the stomach with hot miso soup early in the morning was a happy thing.

As she was eating her tuna mixed with yam paste and seaweed flakes, Ichiki Aoi and Yuzao Haomei came over and sat down beside her.

’Beside her’ actually meant one person’s space away; her personal space was much larger than most people’s.

"Last night, the girls in our class had a pillow fight!" Ichiki Aoi excitedly said, "Dozens of people, more than thirty pillows, it was so intense! Kobayashi was knocked right over! Hahaha!"

"That sounds like so much fun!" Yuzao Haomei said enviously.

"Didn’t your class have any activities?"

"Ghost stories."

Ichiki Aoi showed interest with an "eh" sound, "I love ghost stories, I often play horror games at night!"

Yuzao Haomei shuddered as if scared, "I can’t handle it."

After saying this, she asked Kiyono Lin, who was focused on her meal, "Kiyono-san, do you like ghost stories?"

"I’ve never read any," Kiyono Lin said as she found the tuna mediocre and switched to eating the grilled fish.

The grilled fish wasn’t as delicious as the grilled sand lance from the day before.

"By the way, Kiyono-san, do you have any plans for today?" Ichiki Aoi asked cautiously.

"I plan to go for a walk by myself, I want to check out the Philosophy Path," Kiyono Lin answered.

"I’ll accompany you there!"