Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 165 - 105. Summer Festival (3)3

"That thing has been touched by who knows how many people, disgusting."

"Then watch play!"

"No."

"I’m betting my life on the shooting ga tonight! I have to show off my coolness to you, and then you’ll be totally smitten!"

"It’s no use saying anything, I’m not going, it’s stinky n all over the place there, even the air slls foul."

"..."

Dubian Che had been looking forward to this rare opportunity to showcase his "Master Level·Shooting" skills, but...

It turned out to be less useful than "Grandmaster Level·Massage"!

He could show off by helping his parents improve their health and prevent spinal diseases anyti, anywhere, and at the sa ti, he could take all sorts of advantage of Jiutiao ijie.

Damn it!

In the end, the two of them only played the children’s ga of goldfish scooping.

The ring toss, darts, and other gas that Dubian Che felt confident in, they didn’t touch any.

As a transmigrator, Dubian Che’s spoils of the war were only two goldfish—one red and one black—a cheap plastic fan given by a street vendor.

It was truly a great humiliation!

The two made their way to the central high platform of the park, watching won and children dressed in yukatas dance to the tune of the Charcoal Pit Festival.

Jiutiao ijie licked her candy apple, fanning herself with the fan.

Dubian Che ate the remaining taiyaki she hadn’t finished, and in his other hand, he carried the goldfish and the chocolate banana he really didn’t want to eat.

After watching the Obon Dance for quite so ti, they walked towards a corner of the park.

There was a clump of bamboo there, hung with many wind chis. At the stall next to it, one could write a wish for 500 yen and hang it on a wind chi.

Only those couples with their heads screwed on wrong would do such a thing.

So Dubian Che forked out 1000 yen.

"Better to ask than wish for that," Jiutiao ijie said indifferently with the synonymy of ’I am God.’

No, what she probably ant was: she was more powerful than a god.

"It’s already bought."

"Then write on it for : ’Pray that Lady ijie loves forever’."

"That’s so deaning! Then you must also write: ’Pray that Lord Dubian loves forever’."

"Are you asking to die?"

"I don’t want to die; I just want fairness."

"As the heiress of the Jiutiao Family, one of the most important people in the Island Country, let tell you the truth today: There is no fairness, give up on it."

In the end, Dubian Che hung the wind chi that read ’Pray that Lady ijie loves forever’ on the bamboo.

After hanging it, he sneaked a peek at Jiutiao ijie’s wind chi.

Tired from walking, the two moved away from the crowd to a corner of the park.

Dubian Che whispered teasingly, "You say you don’t want to, but your body is honest."

Jiutiao ijie turned her face and glared at him, handing him the fan and commanded, "Fan ."

"Yes, yes."

Dubian Che gently waved the fan while gazing at Jiutiao ijie in front of him, consuming the candy apple, looking off into the distance.

Her neck, visible below the tied-up bun of hair and below the mask of the fox, bathed in the glow of lights, showed a touch of light blush against the snow-white skin.

A fervent emotion surged in Dubian Che’s heart, his breathing becoming rapid all at once.

"ijie," he uttered, his voice trembling slightly.

Jiutiao ijie turned her head, eting Dubian Che’s fervent gaze.

A faint smile played across her lips, and a sly glint of success flickered in her clear, dark eyes.

"What is it?" she replied lazily, though her voice was huskier than she had anticipated.

Dubian Che placed his hand on her yukata belt, leaning in closer, and Jiutiao ijie tilted her face up as they kissed.

This sumr festival tasted like sour and sweet candy apples.