Just as Dubian Che couldn't control himself and reached out to hold her in his arms, she pushed him away with both hands.

"Sir, I only dance and serve drinks, I don't see clients," she turned her head slightly away.

The two were very close; because of the recent fall, her black hair, with a faint fragrance, still lingered on Dubian Che's chest.

"Thinking that way already? I was merely trying to help Miss up." Saying so, Dubian Che slipped his hand into the hem of her kimono, kneading her thigh through the white cloth of her sock.

Jiutiao Meijie gently pushed against his chest with both hands, separating their bodies, her face turned aside in shyness.

"Sir, if you keep this up, I'll have to go back," she said with a slight immaturity in her voice.

"Alright, alright, I won't touch you," Dubian Che raised both his hands.

Immediately, Jiutiao Meijie's face broke into a playful smile, childlike as she said, "Then I'll pour wine for Sir."

Dubian Che sipped the wine Jiutiao Meijie poured and asked, "Miss, where are you from?"

"Iwate Prefecture."

"Oh, it's a nice place, I've been there."

"Where does Sir come from?" Jiutiao Meijie picked up some food with chopsticks for him, resting her hand under his chin.

After every bite, she took a towel with her slender hands and meticulously wiped his mouth.

"Tokyo."

"I've been there too, when rich people have birthdays, they have also asked me to dance."

"Impressive! You must be quite famous, then?"

"That's right, I've danced for a lot of foreigners!"

"Oh?"

"Hello, I am Jiutiao Meijie, very pleased to dance for you."

"Chinese," Dubian Che nodded.

"Hello, I am Jiutiao Meijie, from Hawaii, USA."

"American too watch traditional Japanese dance?"

"Foreigners' money is the easiest to swindle, they don't understand anything." Jiutiao Meijie proudly lifted her snowy white neck.

"That impressive? How old are you this year?"

"Twelve."

"...Wait, let's change that, at least fourteen, right?"

Jiutiao Meijie giggled, "Just kidding, I'm fourteen and a half."

"Daring to deceive Sir," Dubian Che seized her warm hand.

"Ah, that's not good, I'll get scolded," Jiutiao Meijie pretended to pull her hand back.

"Just touching hands."

"Really, it's not okay."

"You don't like me?"

"No way, it's only our first meeting, how can I say I like you? I'm not that frivolous."

"But I've fallen in love with Miss at first sight," Dubian Che leaned in, sniffing her neck.

Tickled, Jiutiao Meijie let out sweet and heartwarming laughter.

Finally, panting slightly, she pushed Dubian Che's face away with her slender, pale fingers, which were searching his scent.

"Sir, if you continue like this, I really will go back."

"Fine, fine, then touching hands should be okay?" Dubian Che settled back.

Jiutiao Meijie didn't speak, her free hand pouring wine for him.

After dinner was finished, Dubian Che managed only to touch her small hand and caught a whiff of her hair's fragrance.

"I'll take my leave now." Jiutiao Meijie bowed slightly, ready to stand.

Dubian Che reached out to hold her, "Look outside the window."

"What?" Jiutiao Meijie still played the naive girl, innocently looking out the window.

"What is the blue thing on the sea?"

"Where's the blue? I can't see it?" Jiutiao Meijie stood up and walked over, searching the dark sea.

Although she was looking at the sea, her attention was all behind her.

She seemed to have really become a geisha who must rush back, unable to stay for the night, dealing with a client attempting to consume her.

Her body tensed slightly, uncertain when Dubian Che would lose control.

At that moment, footsteps sounded from behind – he was slowly approaching.

Would he stand by her side, or hug her from behind...

Before she could finish the thought, a pair of arms wrapped around from behind to her front, ensnaring her like a large, soft net, trapping this little bird.

At that moment, in Jiutiao Meijie's field of vision, the dark sea seemed to truly reveal a blue hue, while the bright yellow light inside the room began to blur.

In this fuzzy light and shadow, Dubian Che's face slowly approached, tenderly kissing her lips.

Jiutiao Meijie stepped back.

The more she struggled, the tighter Dubian Che held her in his embrace.

Their lips remained locked together, her excitement gradually mounting as her face began to blush.

"I can't, I have to go back," she finally managed to turn her head to avoid Dubian Che's kiss.

Dubian Che's face drew close again, Jiutiao Meijie was held so tightly there was nowhere to hide, she could do nothing but keep her lips tightly shut.

But those greedy lips did not bully her again.

Her hair was brushed back; something approached her ear, making her shrink away for fear of tickling.

"Meiji, I like you," his gentle whisper, mixed with his warm breath, tickled her earlobe, striking straight at her heart.

"The guests..."

"I won't let you go," the man said breathlessly.

Jiutiao Meiji's body involuntarily softened.

"Please, let me go..."

Ignoring her plea, Dubian Che carried her forcefully toward the tatami.

"It really won't do, I have to go back."

One was trying to leave, the other pulling hard; the kimono's neckline kept opening wider until, upon entering the bedroom, snow-white shoulders were fully exposed.

Jiutiao Meijie lay on the tatami, arms crossed in front of her chest.

All she could do to dodge Dubian Che's assault on her lips was to shake her head.

"Please..."

While Dubian Che searched for her lips, he also reached under her skirt, kneading her thigh through the white sock.

When she moved her hand to block, he took the chance to kiss her bare shoulder.

Something had to give; she became disheveled while avoiding kisses, her hair a mess, her forehead and neck burning hot with the verge of sweating.

Just then, Dubian Che stopped all his movements.

Jiutiao Meijie lay on the tatami, her kimono in disarray, Dubian Che supported himself on his hand beside her ear, looking down at her.

They caught their breath, silently gazing at each other.

The next instant, Dubian Che suddenly held her tighter than before.

His warm, heavy breathing once again teased her ear:

"Meiji, my Meiji, I want you."

Low, pleasant, persistent, his hoarse voice brought her an indescribable sense of comfort.

Jiutiao Meijie let go of the left hand pulling at her kimono and removed her right hand from protecting her shoulder, wrapping it around Dubian Che's neck.

The fight had just begun, the kimono was properly worn with only the shoulders having slipped down slightly;

Midway, it was the tightly tied belt that helped keep the kimono on her;

At some moment, as she knelt down, she didn't know when the kimono had ended up on the tatami in front of her.

In the end, she was left wearing nothing but the white socks.

Dubian Che lay in bed, his arms full of a satisfied Jiutiao Meijie, snuggling in his embrace.

The atmosphere was tranquil and comfortable, utterly peaceful.

"Meiji, you really know how to play," Dubian Che said with a laugh as he kissed Jiutiao Meijie's forehead.

"You've still got a lot to learn," Jiutiao Meijie said contentedly, her eyes closed, savoring his kiss.

Sweaty, a strand of passion-mussed hair stuck to her cheek like a black line meticulously drawn with a brush.

Her features soft, her complexion flushed with the bloom of spring.

Seeing her like this, Dubian Che couldn't help but hold her even tighter.

Jiutiao Meijie leaned against his strong shoulder, listened to his long breaths, felt the warmth of his skin, and felt utterly happy inside.

"School is starting soon," Dubian Che said.

Jiutiao Meijie responded with an unspoken "Mmm," her tone lazy.

"I'm looking forward to the new classes," Dubian Che added.

"Mmm."

"Shall we continue?"

"Mmm...." Then, Jiutiao Meijie caught herself and let out a protesting "Mmm—".

Her alluring voice, tinged with languor, added a different charm to the spring night's gentle breeze.

Dubian Che found it impossible to restrain himself.

The next morning, it began to rain in Izu.

Lazy to go out, they stayed in the inn.

Occasionally soaking in the rain-soaked hot spring, sometimes embracing while looking out at the rainy sea, sometimes hiding in the bedroom; in the Japanese-style room where no one could be seen, only voices were heard.

In the afternoon, they boarded the Izu Express, departing April with them, heading back to Tokyo.

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