The next morning, which was a Sunday morning, Dubian Che finished his run and returned to the warmth of the bedding to continue sleeping.

As soon as he lay down, Jiutiao Meijie crawled over and clung to him like a koala with all four limbs.

A little while later, she climbed atop him.

She wrapped her arms tightly around Dubian Che's neck, her tender and smooth skin pressing against his face.

Such a disastrous sleeping position was a display of affection entirely different from the usually composed Jiutiao Meijie when awake.

Every time Dubian Che mentioned this to her, she would scoff and say, "Don't pin the things I do in my sleep on me, missy."

If Dubian Che pressed further, her gaze would turn to a 'get wise, unless you wish to die' kind of look.

Jiutiao Meijie lay on top of him, his hands resting on her slender waist.

Occasionally, his hands would move up, tenderly stroking her back; sometimes, they would drift down, greedily kneading her soft, snow-white buttocks.

The two of them fell asleep just like that.

By nine o'clock, Jiutiao Meijie woke up, still with her eyes closed, savoring the comfort of their closeness.

"Someone asked me to say something to you," Dubian Che whispered in her ear.

"Hmm?"

"Dubian Che finds Jiutiao Meijie too adorable."

"Someone asked me to give you a message too," said Jiutiao Meijie.

"Hmm?"

"Dubian Che is too lucky to be with Jiutiao Meijie."

"That guy always had good taste," Dubian Che said with admiration.

Jiutiao Meijie hugged him even tighter, "Che."

"Hmm."

"Che."

"Hmm."

"Say you love me."

"I love you."

"Who loves whom?"

"Dubian Che loves Jiutiao Meijie."

"How much does Dubian Che love Jiutiao Meijie?"

"On a sunny Sunday, while I was fishing on the pier at Daiba, not catching anything for half the day, bored watching the yachts pass by on Tokyo Bay, suddenly a beautiful lady arrived. She leaned her hands on the railing, didn't say a word, and watched the sea with me for an entire afternoon—that's how much Dubian Che loves Jiutiao Meijie."

"Is this a real experience?"

"If you were at Daiba pier on a brilliant Sunday afternoon and watched the sea with Dubian Che, then it's real; if you weren't, then it's fictional."

"Hmm—" Jiutiao Meijie hummed contentedly and rubbed her face against Dubian Che's.

Dubian Che, hugging Jiutiao Meijie's waist, pressed his face even closer to hers.

Between their faces, a few strands of Jiutiao Meijie's hair tickled his skin.

"Meijie."

"Hmm?"

"Meijie."

"Hmm."

"I want you."

"Hmm."

Dubian Che advanced greedily, Jiutiao Meijie arched to meet him.

The body of Jiutiao Meijie made Dubian Che linger and cling to her, unable to let go.

To Dubian Che's lingering, Jiutiao Meijie would always let out indescribably sweet moans and sighs.

By ten o'clock, the two slept again, and then, until noon, they got up reluctantly.

It might be a bit late to say now, but the above was the typical Sunday morning for Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie, always so, and probably always will be.

After lunch, the two headed to Shimokitazawa, where Kiyono Lin was already waiting.

"You're so slow," she said, "I believe that being five minutes early is basic etiquette."

Jiutiao Meijie, with her arms crossed, poked Dubian Che with her left elbow, "She's saying you're not human."

"Foolish old humans, I have evolved, and have become a god of the new world," Dubian Che said with his hands in his pockets, a sense of unbridled arrogance typical for moments like these.

"What's with those looks?" He took his hands out of his pockets.

"You should've graduated from your middle school syndrome by now," Kiyono Lin said, still with a look of sympathy.

"So now you even know about middle school syndrome, how you've fallen."

"Please say my knowledge has broadened," Kiyono Lin said with a superior attitude, correcting Dubian Che's use of words.

"Alright, let's go," Jiutiao Meijie interjected, breaking up their argument.

Shimokitazawa was denser than Ginza, more down-to-earth than Roppongi, more bustling than Ningyocho. Thrift shops, drugstores, snack bars, ramen restaurants, and taverns were all there in abundance.

The streets were narrow, the sky was clear, and the sunlight spilled over the densely packed shops.

Occasionally, crows would fly by, landing on a cable, making the sense of autumn seem even more profound.

After a few steps, Kiyono Lin glanced at Jiutiao Meijie.

"What?" asked Jiutiao Meijie.

"She said, 'Why aren't you holding my hand today?'" Kiyono Lin the interpreter whispered, channeling Dubian Che.

Kiyono Lin stared at him with an unhappy and sharp gaze, then said to Jiutiao Meijie:

"Why aren't you deliberately being affectionate with him in front of me today?"

"I clung to you yesterday, it's your turn to cling to me today," Jiutiao Meijie slightly extended her left arm, "Come here."

"I'm asking you," Kiyono Lin said emphatically, "why aren't you deliberately being affectionate with Mr. Dubian in front of me?"

Dubian Che stepped forward, took Kiyono Lin's delicate wrist, and placed her pale hand on Jiutiao Meijie's wrist.

Kiyono Lin glared at him at once.

"If we continue this standoff, the onlookers around us will think we're filming a movie," Dubian Che spread his hands, indicating the crowd of people around them that were watching.

Kiyono Lin gave Dubian Che a cold stare.

Most people would have been intimidated by now, but Jiutiao Meijie and Dubian Che didn't care at all and found it amusing inside.

Her hand remained on Jiutiao Meijie's arm without letting go.

"I'll sort him out when we get back," Jiutiao Meijie reassured Kiyono Lin, and then mockingly told Dubian Che, "Don't get so full of yourself."

Those who had only seen Jiutiao Meijie by day might think Dubian Che had it tough.

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