Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 373 - 182. Winter Camping (4)

December 3rd, winter camping’s second day.

Even in summer, before dawn, Jiutiao Meijie felt a movement and opened her bleary eyes.

Dubian Che was getting ready to get out of bed.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"Morning exercise," Dubian Che answered with his back to her, pulling pants up his legs.

"Don’t go, stay with me," she implored.

"’Don Quixote’s’ author—Cervantes, once said, ’To sleep in, to not rise with the sun is to betray the day.’"

While he spoke, Dubian Che’s feet hit the floor, ready to stand up and adjust his pants.

Jiutiao Meijie’s slender arm reached out from under the covers, grabbing his belt, refusing to let him get up.

"Meijie—" Dubian Che said helplessly.

Jiutiao Meijie closed her eyes and continued to sleep, but her grip did not loosen.

Dubian Che turned around; his upper body leaned over her on the bed, pushing aside strands of mischievous black hair, admiring her fair face.

Naturally, Jiutiao Meijie’s arms wrapped around his neck, her beautiful, captivating eyes opened and fixed on him.

For a long while, they silently and intently gazed at each other.

"There’s a Norwegian proverb," Dubian Che suddenly spoke, "laziness is like money, the more a person has of it, the more..."

"Shut up," the girl’s soft, alluring lips uttered an inexorable command.

After silencing Dubian Che, she continued:

"Kiss me."

Dubian Che’s breath grew hot and heavy.

Jiutiao Meijie’s body was exceptionally delicate, endlessly enchanting, impossible not to adore.

...

By the time Dubian Che opened his eyes again, the day was already bright.

He got out of bed, drew the curtains back, and saw snow everywhere, the distant sky and layer upon layer of far-off mountains.

"Uh—" from behind, the sound of Jiutiao Meijie waking up murmured, "Give me my clothes."

Dubian Che turned, tossing her clothes onto the bed.

Languidly, Jiutiao Meijie sat up, stretching her arms through her underwear, half-dressed, then turned her back.

Dubian Che stepped forward, helping fasten her buttons.

Comfortably adjusting her underwear, she picked up a shirt and slipped it over her head.

Then she brushed up her lush, dark hair all at once from beneath the shirt.

The process of this beautiful girl dressing was also captivating.

Dubian Che picked up his clothes from beside and dressed himself while asking, "What kind of dances are performed at a bonfire party?"

"Cha-cha, folk dances, things like that, I guess," Jiutiao Meijie replied uncertainly, in an indifferent tone.

"How about ’The Repeated Sidestep’?"

"What’s that?"

Dubian Che performed it on the spot, hopping from left to right and then back again.

Even the great Sakamoto couldn’t match his style and grace.

Jiutiao Meijie, sitting on the bed, silently watched her boyfriend.

Finally, she couldn’t resist and blurted out:

"Could you put your pants on first?"

"Pants? Where are my pants?"

"Who knows where your pants are."

Dubian Che had been distracted by Jiutiao Meijie while putting his pants on halfway, vaguely remembering that they ended up being taken off under the covers.

Looking around the bed, they found the crumpled garment near Jiutiao Meijie’s feet.

"They’re so wrinkled, go change," Jiutiao Meijie snubbed.

"Too much trouble, I’ll make do for the day," Dubian Che put his pants on.

"They’re filthy."

"Dirty? Come on, give me a kiss."

"Get lost, go brush your teeth."

"You’re disgusted by me? Ah, my heart hurts, I’m dying, no, only Meijie’s kiss can cure me."

"Then go die."

"I’m dying, really dying!"

...

This happened on a clear winter morning.

After breakfast, there was an ATV experience.

With four big wheels and similar to a motorcycle, even someone clueless could get the hang of it immediately.

A coach came over to give a brief tutorial.

Start the engine, control the throttle, take a couple of laps, and then everyone was free to move around.

The boys were already uncontrollably excited, kicking up flurries of snow, leaving trails of tire marks, disappearing into the woods.

The girls, cautious of venturing into the forest trails, sometimes released the throttle too much, sending the vehicle lurching forward, eliciting screams across the field.

The birds on the trees took occasional flight or settled down, observing the noisy group of visitors.

Dubian Che tagged along with Kiyono Lin and Jiutiao Meijie.

These two didn’t mesh well with girls their age and instead became rivals in their own right.

The trio rode their ATVs leisurely through the coppice.

Through the patchy trunks, glimpses of azure sky sliced through, a beauty unique to winter.

Elsewhere, someone crashed their ATV into a tree, while another zoomed by triumphantly, only to veer off course and vanish from sight, crying out wildly for help.

Neither Kiyono Lin nor Jiutiao Meijie exhibited any cute failures; they remained sharp on their vehicles.

They throttled just right, unflustered, riding like on a steady tour bus.

"Shouldn’t we have a race?" Dubian Che suggested.

"Childish."

"Boring."

"Fine."

After a bit.

"Really don’t want to bet your life on a race?" he asked again.

"Okay," surprisingly, Jiutiao Meijie agreed, "but you have to wait here for us for three minutes."

"Why?"

"A life-or-death race, after all, compared with ours, your life... Well, I’ve let you stand still, considering there’s that little bit of value in being my boyfriend."

"I..."

Forget it, a ’Tokyo hotshot’ must always maintain a 30% air of mystery to others.

Plus, without relying on the system, or having met Jiutiao Meijie to become disciplined and ambitious, by the age of twenty-five, he would’ve at most been able to start a small business eligible to be listed on the Tokyo Stock Exchange’s second section.

’Knowing one’s limits and never overestimating oneself is also a great trait of mine.’ Dubian Che really admired himself.

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