CHAPTER 492: 228. RESTLESS VALENTINE’S DAY (END)_2

Tokyo’s Ota District’s Ota Flower Market is the most famous flower market in the Island Country.

Every day, large quantities of flowers from all over the world gather here, making it the top trading volume in the Island Country.

"Money can solve that."

"What do you want then? I have nothing left to give you."

Jiutiao Meijie thought for a moment and said with a smile, "I want a promise."

"Two are fine too."

"If one day you are taken away, may I kill you?"

Dubian Che propped up his upper body, looking down at his Meijie.

He told his Meijie in his gentlest and most firm voice,

"No matter what happens in the future, the two of us will always be together."

"What about Kiyono?"

"Anyone."

"Really?"

"If that day comes, just kill me."

Jiutiao Meijie reached out, hooked Dubian Che’s neck, and the two kissed.

"Did you get enough rest?" Dubian Che asked eagerly after the kiss.

"Continue? No, that’s enough for today."

"We’re just getting started; what are you talking about, Big Sister?"

"No more." Jiutiao Meijie pushed Dubian Che away, wrapped herself up in the blanket, and turned her back to him.

The vast bed and the slender figure at the edge seemed to say, ’I’m already asleep.’

Dubian Che reached out, pulled her delicate, pale body out from under the blanket, brought her to the center of the big bed, and pinned her beneath him.

"You said ’let me rest for a while’ when it ended just now, didn’t you?"

"Really no more!" Jiutiao Meijie struggled.

"Just a little longer."

"No way!" Jiutiao Meijie resisted against Dubian Che’s lips.

"Just a moment!"

"No means no!" Jiutiao Meijie’s legs clamped around Dubian Che’s hands.

"Give me a reason?"

"How long do you think it was just now? I’m tired."

"This time I’ll do it; Big Sister just needs to lie down."

"Dubian Che!"

Her hand slapped heavily on his back, creating a very loud sound.

Then, the girl’s hands slowly turned to caressing.

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After Valentine’s Day, Goda High School entered the final exam season.

Those life winners who received chocolates on Valentine’s Day, aside from their studies, were happily troubled about how to return the favor.

After the final exams ended, the school time became surplus and cheerful.

Apart from choosing Majors in the second grade based on ’Science or Liberal Arts and preparing for national or private universities,’ there were no other troublesome matters.

As time moved into March, the weather was still cold in the morning and evening, but it gradually warmed up during the day.

While Dubian Che was on his morning run, he found peach blossoms already budding; not long after, it would be the season when cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

After school at the Human Observation Department, Jiutiao Meijie appeared less frequently.

"Kiyono, I’ve been thinking for over twenty days, but I still can’t figure out what to give you in return. Can you just tell me what you want?"

Across the wooden table, Kiyono Lin was reading a book.

"Handle your own issues, don’t keep asking me."

"But don’t you feel it’s a bit cunning?" Dubian Che said, "It’s the same Valentine’s Day, girls only need to give chocolates, but boys’ return gifts are various."

"The complexity of the matter isn’t about quantity. Even for chocolates, there’s a distinction between handmade or not. For non-handmade, choosing what kind of packaging or what flavor; for handmade, whether it’s simply melting and solidifying, or adding condensed milk, cocoa powder, or even mustard..."

"Hold on," Dubian Che raised his hand, "Mustard?"

Kiyono Lin looked up from her book: "You didn’t eat it?"

"I kept it at home." Watching Kiyono Lin’s surprised and disgusted expression, Dubian Che asked again, "Is that really such a disgusting thing?"

"Not really, what one considers as a treasure is a personal matter, but it’s better to eat it."

"You already called it a treasure, how can I eat it so easily."

The clubroom was quiet for a moment.

"Mr. Dubian..." Kiyono Lin hesitated.

"What is it?" Dubian Che pressed on.

"Every year it’s the same." Kiyono Lin’s voice was soft.

"Huh? The same what?"

Kiyono Lin picked up her bag and stood up: "I’m going to the Wind Instrument Club, I’ll probably be there for a long time, and I’ll go straight home after, remember to lock the door."

"Wait! You still haven’t told me what you want for the return gift, and it’s almost March 14th!" Dubian Che grabbed his bag and followed her.

Leaving the clubroom, the shouts from the sports clubs and the sound of instruments from the Wind Instrument Club faintly passed through.

The two walked side by side in the corridor, heading towards the music room on the third floor.

"What exactly do you want?" Dubian Che asked.

"Ah." Kiyono Lin sighed, "After it ends, just walk with me on the street, and if I find something I like, you can buy it for me."

"That sounds good. But are you ok with me using Meijie’s money to buy you a gift?"

"Isn’t that even better? Using her things for myself." Kiyono Lin showed a pleased smile.

"...Ms. R."

"What?"

"You really are a bad woman."

"Mr. Dubian, I’ve told you many times, I’ve never been a good person. Also, I’m a girl, a beautiful girl."

"A ’beautiful girl, with stern long hair, a cold demeanor, and long beautiful legs. She’s perfect with all four factors. Please be my wife.’"

"What are you babbling about now?" Kiyono Lin frowned.

Apparently, the Literary Girl Miss Kiyono doesn’t think much of light novels.

"The well-read Mr. Dubian." Without answering Ms. R’s question, Mr. T praised himself.

Arriving at the Wind Instrument Club, Kiyono Lin had Ayane Kumi gather everyone together.

Dubian Che leaned by the window, gazing at the distant baseball field.

The coach was furiously yelling at a base runner; although he couldn’t hear, it was probably something like, ’Idiot! You idiot!’