On the first Saturday of October, Dubian Che returned to the street of his old rental for the first time since moving away at the beginning of the year.

Having lived in a spacious apartment in Shinano Town for some time, the old rental now seemed even narrower from the outside.

The rental had a modest-sized window, through which one could gaze upon Kiyono Lin's upscale apartment.

On unintentional evenings, he would read and daydream while watching her light.

Passing the convenience store located between the rental and the upscale apartment, Dubian Che turned in and glanced at the bento section where he had once bought lunch with Kiyono Lin.

Everything was the same as before.

He bought the latest sweet and walked toward Kiyono Lin's apartment.

Jiutiao Meijie hadn't arrived yet, so in the spacious apartment, neatly arranged, there was just Kiyono Lin.

"Dressed like this at home?" Dubian Che followed Kiyono Lin to the living room.

A V-neck thin sweater, figure-hugging jeans.

As for looking good...Dubian Che, a resolute leg connoisseur, was instantly twisted into a butt observer on the spot—that's how good she looked.

"Occasionally," replied Kiyono Lin, walking ahead.

"Does Kiyono occasionally like to be constrained?" As they entered the living room, Dubian Che placed the shopping bag with sweets on the table, "This hobby is a bit risqué."

"It's your words that are risqué," Kiyono Lin sighed, "What do you want to drink?"

"Anything," said Dubian Che, who didn't consider himself a guest and casually sat down on the sofa.

Kiyono Lin walked to the liquor cabinet. While making tea, she said, "How about a simple black tea?"

"What's simple about it?"

"Fill a cup with Earl Grey, add a lot of orange marmalade, and voilà, you've got instant Lady Earl Tea."

"Earl Grey? Orange has marmalade too? Why is it called Lady?"

"Don't pretend to have a conversation with me by inquiring about the tea while your eyes are glued to my legs."

"..." Dubian Che was half exposed—he wasn't just looking at her legs but also her buttocks.

"I understand, actually," Kiyono Lin said with a charming grace as she went through the motions of making tea.

"Understand what?"

"It's entirely natural for men to care about women's legs, buttocks, breasts," she paused slightly before continuing, "On the contrary, I'd be somewhat worried if you weren't interested."

"Not looking at you makes you worried?"

"Don't play dumb," Kiyono Lin chided, her tone reproachful, "Instead of scheming to make a woman say something risqué, you might as well take your stuff and leave."

Dubian Che laughed and moved the bag in front of him aside as Kiyono Lin leaned over to place the tea down.

As she bent down, Dubian Che caught a glimpse of her fair and delicate shoulder.

Lifting the tea, he sniffed its aroma, "It's quite sweet."

"Bergamot and orange," said Kiyono Lin, sitting on the single-seat sofa to his right, a cup of Lady Earl Tea also in her hands.

"Quirky," Dubian Che commented before taking a sip.

"And? How is it?"

"The taste isn't bad," he examined the tea thoughtfully, "It would be quite effective when one is dispirited or feeling melancholic."

Hearing Dubian Che's comment, Kiyono Lin smiled faintly, like the only flower in a vast meadow.

"What are you smiling about?" Although he didn't know why she smiled, Dubian Che's lips were already curling into a smile.

"Reminded me of last year's tea party." Kiyono Lin explained.

Indeed, something amusing had happened related to tea drinking.

The two of them drank tea and ate the sweets Dubian Che had bought from the convenience store.

"Breasts, buttocks, legs, which part do you like the most?"

Dubian Che stopped eating, lifted his gaze, and looked at Kiyono Lin's delicate face.

"Why ask all of a sudden?"

"Since you walked in, you've been staring at me."

"Not really."

Kiyono Lin moved her eyes away from the colorful sweets in her hand and glanced at him.

"Not constantly staring, right? I did spare the living room a look for two or three seconds..." Kiyono Lin kept staring, so Dubian Che had to correct himself, "My favorite is..."

"Legs?"

"Such a serious matter of research should be answered by the person himself."

"Go on," Kiyono Lin put down her dessert and picked up her tea again.

"First, let me clarify, it's not that I like a certain body part, I simply enjoy researching it."

"Let's leave it at that."

"Previously, I always thought I was a resolute leg investigator, until I met you, you are like my Marx."

"Marx?" Kiyono Lin couldn't help but pause, "What kind of comparison is that?"

"Marx once said something that I think fits perfectly to express the attraction you hold for me."

"As far as Marx goes, I only know about 'Das Kapital', haven't read it, but I'm sure it doesn't discuss women."

At first, in order to win over Jiutiao Mei, from Marx to romance novels written by high school girls, everything was within Dubian Che's reading scope.

"Not 'Das Kapital', it's 'To Jenny'," he quoted, "'Indeed, there are many women and some of them are extremely beautiful. But where else can you find a face whose every line, even every wrinkle, brings to life the most intense and beautiful recollections of my life?'"

Kiyono Lin nodded, "So you mean, you went from liking legs to liking Kiyono Lin?"

"Research, please say research, liking makes me sound unprofessional."

"Alright, research, then let's discuss this."

"Anything you don't understand?" Dubian Che brushed nonexistent dust from his pants, posing confidently as if there's nothing he doesn't know about Kiyono Lin.

"If one day, my face got disfigured, if I grew a thick waist, if my legs got amputated, would you still plan to research me?"

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