The maids in the living room, although not looking over here, could feel their attention on the two of them.

"Back to the room!" Dubian Che used the princess carry to lift up his princess—Jiutiao Meijie.

...

The two faced each other gently, looking into each other's eyes, immersed in the subtle pleasures of love.

"Tell me about these past few days." Jiutiao Meijie's tone was lighthearted.

Without Dubian Che, she felt like she wasn't herself, just an empty shell, until he returned, giving the shell substance.

"Landed at nine in the morning, first went to..."

Dubian Che recounted what happened in Hokkaido briefly, not skipping even the two nights, explaining simply what occurred.

"You seemed quite happy, two nights, two people." Jiutiao Meijie remarked sarcastically.

"I knew saying it would upset you, but I didn't want to hide it from you." Dubian Che caressed her delicate little face, "So what should I do?"

"Don't talk to me about the two of them in the future, I don't care to hear it." Jiutiao Meijie leaned into his arms.

"Okay."

"...But you must report everything about Lin to me, down to every word."

"There's nothing between her and me."

"You think about me like this, but not her?" Jiutiao Meijie turned over, straddling Dubian Che, using her hair to tickle his face.

"It tickles." Dubian Che reached to move the hair away.

"Don't move." Jiutiao Meijie held his hand and commanded, "This is your punishment."

Dubian Che had to endure the itch on his face: "Do you want the truth or something pleasant to hear?"

"Just say it directly."

"Of course, I think. But she's different from you."

"How different?" Jiutiao Meijie let her hair slide gently over his lips.

Dubian Che realized for the first time that even lips could be ticklish.

"No matter how good the feelings are, she's still a friend. I can only think of her briefly, then immediately distract myself. But you and I are our own people, so I can think of you as much as I want. I find that the more I freely think of you, the more I think of you."

"You think of me so much, then why didn't you call?" Jiutiao Meijie sneered.

"It was rare to be with Mayi senpai and Miss Aonai, so I thought I better not call you. But on the first night, I couldn't help it and sent you a picture."

"And with me, you secretly send pictures to other women too?"

"Absolutely not!" Unable to bear the itchiness, Dubian Che grabbed Jiutiao Meijie's hair with his mouth.

Jiutiao Meijie looked at him disdainfully and said, "And the second night, you didn't think of me?"

"I did." Dubian Che confessed the truth, "The first night, weren't we both sending messages to each other? So on the second night, I thought I'd wait, wait for you to send to me first."

He removed the hair from his mouth, looking up at Jiutiao Meijie, who looked down at him with eyes full of dense emotion and pleasure.

Dubian Che continued:

"Although I didn't send, during the waiting time, I had already thought of our conversation for the next hour, starting with 'Did you miss me?'"

"Then we argue over whether the first to send a message means missing the other more?"

"Not really an argument." Dubian Che laughed, "You thought the same?"

"Yes, but sadly, I waited all night and didn't get a message from a certain someone."

"In between, Miss Aonai came."

"So you forgot about me?"

"I apologize."

Jiutiao Meijie got off Dubian Che, lay on her side on the bed, and pointed to the bedroom's walk-in closet:

"Go on, pick out a dress to wear."

"...Ah?"

"Hm?"

"Meijie, you weren't like this before; you used to be so cute."

"Learned from Lin. On careful thought, your punishment is actually a reward, so from today, I'll really punish you."

"...That girl, I need to have a good talk with her."

"My most favorite Che-kun, hurry up, they're all pretty dresses." The bare Jiutiao Meijie pulled the blanket over her charming abdomen.

"Meijie, let me say just one thing, just one!"

"No·way," Jiutiao Meijie giggled, then coldly commanded: "Go quickly!"

Her slender leg pushed against Dubian Che, pushing him off the bed.

Wearing my girlfriend's clothes doesn't really count as cross-dressing... right?