Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 452 - 213. New Year in Iwate Prefecture: Little Sister (10)

Without considering the complexities of a test, learning to ride a motorcycle on a deserted road was much simpler than learning to ride a bicycle.

Having picked up persimmons, Jiutiao Meijie increased her speed to the point where her hair was blowing wildly.

It was an experience she had never had before.

At that moment, Dubian Che suddenly reached out from behind and covered her nose and mouth.

Jiutiao Meijie, confused, twisted her head trying to shake off the obstructing hand.

The next moment, Dubian Che buried his face in her back, near where her bra clasp would be, and she suddenly understood why he had done it.

The slight cool sting at the tip of her nose, once shielded by his palm, gradually subsided.

Under Dubian Che’s palm, Jiutiao Meijie’s lips curved into a slight smile.

The Honda Cub’s speed increased further, and Dubian Che pressed even closer to her.

Once they returned home, Dubian Che continued to clean.

Jiutiao Meijie sat by the kotatsu, sipping hot tea and eating persimmons covered in white frost.

In the stove, the orange-yellow light of burning wood framed her regal presence, casting a glow on her delicate and beautiful profile.

It wasn’t until noon that the Dubian family finished their thorough cleaning.

The four gathered around the kotatsu, drinking tea and watching TV.

"Little Che, won’t you eat?" Mrs. Dubian asked, holding a piece of persimmon.

"When Mr. Honma gave it to me, I already ate one; it’s too sweet," Dubian Che said.

Being too sweet was the main reason, but another reason was that these persimmons had been poisoned— the white frost was the perfect disguise.

It didn’t matter who ate more or less. Given Mrs. Dubian’s nature, she wouldn’t allow any food to go to waste.

The sweetness of the persimmons seemed within the acceptable range for the three women.

They would take a small bite of persimmon, sip some tea, and in the crackling sound of the stove’s wood, they appeared relaxed and content, enjoying a day unique to winter.

After resting a while, Mrs. Dubian started making lunch, consisting mainly of winter vegetables along with some roasted fish and duck.

She quickly finished eating and left for the afternoon due to an errand.

"Little Che, after you finish eating, place the bowls in the sink; I’ll wash them when I come back."

"Okay."

After seeing his mother off, Dubian Che proposed to the two young ladies:

"How about going out this afternoon?"

"To the seaside?" Kiyono Lin asked, holding a bowl of miso soup laced with drugs, picking up a piece of white tofu with her chopsticks.

"No. Remember, Little Lian has a holiday assignment to write? When I took her home yesterday, we arranged to go sketching together. If you want to go to the seaside, we can do that tomorrow."

"Mountain climbing?" Kiyono Lin didn’t seem interested.

"Yes."

"I’ll stay home and read."

Kiyono Lin swallowed the white tofu and lightly blew on the steaming miso soup, took a small sip, and her graceful and refined cheeks showed a satisfied expression.

Dubian Che then asked Jiutiao Meijie, "Meijie, are you coming?"

"Not going."

"Why not? You’re not afraid of mountain climbing, are you?"

"Asking her first made me uncomfortable," Jiutiao Meijie said indifferently.

Dubian Che felt very wronged, "When did I ask her first? I clearly asked both of you at the same time, and then Kiyono immediately asked if we were going mountain climbing."

"Why do you need to ask two people at the same time? Why not ask me first?"

"..." Dubian Che decided to steer away from this subject.

Arguing with women is meaningless; one must directly touch their heart so that they won’t mind any disputes.

He said:

"Standing on the high plains, you see terraced fields, a water buffalo grazing, and you hear the tinkling sound of a water channel. If you’re tired, lie on a picnic blanket to rest; if you’re thirsty, I’ll pick oranges and persimmons for you. Come on, isn’t it nice?"

Jiutiao Meijie glanced at him, her tone icy, "Always so full of sweet talk."

That meant she agreed.

"We’ll take a nap first, and then we’ll go after we wake up," Dubian Che said.

Jiutiao Meijie ate the duck meat.

Even though it was the same home-raised duck from the countryside, it wasn’t as delicious as when Dubian Che had invited her to eat it.

After the meal, the two young ladies went upstairs to sleep.

Dubian Che still washed the dishes, then spent half an hour by the stove watching "Sunny Day Wooden Sandals."

Later, he went upstairs, knocked on the door, and woke them up.

No response after the first knock, he knocked a second time, and by the third knock, Kiyono Lin’s voice came from inside.

"Come in."

"Sleeping so deeply?" said Dubian Che as he opened the wooden door and stepped in.

Sitting inside, her lower body still covered with a blanket, Kiyono Lin was stretching, displaying a graceful curve from her hips to her shoulders—indescribably beautiful.

Dubian Che couldn’t help but take a few extra glances before he averted his eyes.

Jiutiao Meijie, who had been sleeping inside, was also slowly getting up.

Her long, black hair cascaded down, and her tempting lips parted with a yawn, making her resemble a glamorous, dew-drinking butterfly poised for flight.

"Did you sleep well?" Dubian Che asked again.

Jiutiao Meijie lazily nodded.

Kiyono Lin emitted a refreshed moan and turned towards them, "I’ll go sketching too."

"Welcome, but why the sudden change of heart?" Dubian Che curiously asked.

"I don’t know why. After the nap, I suddenly felt like mountain climbing wasn’t such a big deal," Kiyono Lin explained.

It seemed that the Qi Blood Medicine was taking effect.

"Going out is good, it’s exercise. Maybe by the time we get back to Tokyo, you won’t feel as cold as before," Dubian Che started guiding her thoughts in this direction.

Now, the question:

Who is this handsome young man, who, no matter how hard he works, others always attribute it to his good looks, and who gets a couple of extra glances from the cafeteria staff when he goes to eat?

’That’s right, it’s me, Mr. Dubian.’