Dubian Che glanced at the slit bathrobe before him, and the pale expanse of thighs made him swallow.
"Can you first tell me where I went wrong?" he said.
Jiutiao Meijie scoffed coldly, as if to say she had seen through his tricks and had had enough of his incurable behavior.
"First, tell me your opinion about Kiyono Lin," she commanded.
"A solitary soul wanders in a desolate wilderness; I think she's remarkable and I'd like to be her friend."
"And? Anything else?"
"That's all," he replied.
"You don't like her? Never thought about being with her?"
"I wouldn't dare to think about it."
Jiutiao Meijie smiled then, stretching out her smooth, fair feet to lift Dubian Che's chin.
"Good, don't think about it. Just because I like you doesn't mean I'll tolerate you forever."
Dubian Che cradled her uncallused soles, his hand following the curve of her slender legs upward.
At the same time, he stood up, sat on the sofa, and pulled Jiutiao Meijie into his arms.
