In the afternoon, near "Shibuya Station", the school building's windows were crystal clear, and a gentle breeze blew into the activity classroom, causing the white curtains to flutter with the wind.

By the window, a hardcover book with a bookmark inserted;

On the sofa, comic books spread out;

In front of the TV, various game consoles that hadn't been put away.

The zelkova trees outside seemed as if they were growing into the room, and on the flickering wooden desk bathed in sunlight and leaves, a teenager was sound asleep.

Che... Che...

There was always the feeling that something had been forgotten.

Dubian... Dubian...

There was always the sound of someone's voice calling out to someone else incessantly.

The sunlight stirred the air, and the boy sleeping on the wooden desk woke up slowly, yawning leisurely.

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The white ceiling, a bright yet not blinding light fixture.

At the tip of his nose was a faint fragrance, familiar and intimate.

Dubian Che turned his head and saw Jiutiao Meijie's sleeping face.

Both of them were lying on a luxurious single bed, with her occupying most of the space, and the blanket also wrapped mostly around her.

Not to mention the pillow, she was sleeping in the middle, and had the pillow not been long enough, he would have none at all.

Dubian Che reached out his hand to caress her delicate face, tidied up her messy hair, and wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

"..." Jiutiao Meijie opened her eyes.

Dubian Che smiled, and in a whispering voice, asked,

"Meijie, my Meijie, are you alright?"

Feeling each other's breath, they looked into each other's eyes.

"Did you get my permission?" Jiutiao Meijie interrogated.

"What permission?"

"To wake up, touch my face, and also, to stand in front of me."

"Touching the face is fine, but the other two, aren't they a bit too harsh? Can we make it a retroactive approval?"

"No."

"Then that's tough, might as well not approve it at all."

"Heh." Jiutiao Meijie sneered, sitting up, "Dubian Che, do you think just because you shielded me once, you can take liberties in front of me?"

Dubian Che sat up following her.

"Meijie, my Meijie, I want to hold you."

"..." Jiutiao Meijie glanced at Dubian Che and tilted her proud little face up, "I allow it."

Dubian Che wrapped his arms around her graceful body, one hand circling her slender waist, the other hand caressing that slightly disheveled long hair.

Jiutiao Meijie snuggled into his embrace, her body trembling slightly.

She used all her strength to hug him tightly, as if she didn't want to let Dubian Che move at all.

"From now on, without my permission, you are not allowed to do anything," she commanded unequivocally.

Dubian Che hugged her even tighter, smelling the fragrance of her hair, feeling a deep sense of peace within.

The two remained silent, embracing for quite a while.

As they parted, they could clearly sense the reluctance to let go from each other, wishing it could last forever.

Dubian Che surveyed the entire room.

Somber curtains, and outside the window was Tokyo at night.

A luxurious sofa and coffee table set, a half-wall-sized TV, a massive refrigerator, a deluxe suite.

"Where is this?"

'Kiyono?' The question he originally wanted to ask just reached his lips, but in the end, he didn't voice it.

Waiting for an answer, Jiutiao Meijie suddenly pinched him hard on his waist.

"Hiss—" Dubian Che endured the pain, "Meijie, what are you doing? I'm still a patient, you know."

"Looking around, what are you searching for?" Jiutiao Meijie said with a cold laugh.

"The room....."

"Kiyono Lin?"

"It really hurts, can you let go first?"

"Or is it Xiaoquan Aonai?"

"I didn't say anything, did I?"

Jiutiao Meijie gave a disdainful look to the pained Dubian Che and pressed a button on the bedside.

"Calling someone? Meijie, I think you can do it yourself, if it's you, I definitely wouldn't resist..."

"What's wrong?" Her voice was cool and emotion carried a tinge of anxious tension, as Kiyono Lin emerged from a small partition within the suite.

She seemed to have just woken up.

Cherry-colored lips obscured by strands of hair, the butterfly knot on her school uniform was unevenly tied.

Without her school blazer, her shirt had some wrinkles.

Because Jiutiao Meijie was still twisting in the blanket, Dubian Che, with a painful expression, made eye contact with Kiyono Lin.

"Hello, Kiyono," he said—his waist, it really hurt.

"You look very happy, Dubian Che," Kiyono said with a smile devoid of warmth.

"I suggest you get your eyes checked."

"Hm? Are you not happy?" Jiutiao Meijie asked, face to face.

"Happy, I'm extremely happy," Dubian Che said, crying and laughing at the same time.

It really hurt.

Their conversation was as usual, concealing magma-like passion.

Kiyono caught a glimmer in Dubian Che's eyes that shone brilliantly.

Dubian Che didn't know what had happened during this time.

Why did Jiutiao Meijie allow Kiyono Lin to stay here? Why did Jiutiao Meijie pinch his waist when he looked for Kiyono Lin, yet wasn't angry? Had their relationship improved?

And where was "Xiaoquan Aonai" now?

Had she gone back safely?

The night outside was pitch-black, and through his own reflection, Dubian Che gazed at the distant orange Tokyo Tower.

It was a nurse who brought them the midnight snack, and only then did Dubian Che discover that this place was neither a villa nor an upscale hotel, but a high-class ward in the hospital.

The food portion was small, but there was an abundance of varieties, each on a small plate, covering the whole table.

Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie got out of bed, and the three of them sat at the sofa coffee table to eat.

"Looks delicious, seems very nutritious," Dubian Che said, having been hungry since he had slept through the first class of the morning.

"Then eat a lot," Jiutiao Meijie said.

"Just woke up, eat a small amount," Kiyono Lin had a different opinion.

"What did my doctor say about my body?" Dubian Che finally remembered to care about himself.

Kiyono Lin as usual took a sip of the soup first and said with satisfaction, "Very healthy, you were sleeping."

"Nothing at all?" Dubian Che finished a dish in one bite and looked towards Jiutiao Meijie.

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