Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 803 - 347: Sweet Words and Kabedon

"Say a little more, and I'll forgive you for your sarcasm just now."

"Your voice is clear and pleasant, you're witty, with great temperant, and your hands are particularly big and beautiful. Not only are your grades good, but you're also incredibly handso."

"...Say a bit more."

"Sotis when I think of you, it feels like I'm being electrified. Including , many people want to marry soone like Mr. Dubian."

"Keep, keep going." Dubian Che could hardly control the corners of his mouth.

"I want to marry you." Kiyono Lin tucked her hair behind her ear, lifted her exquisite face, and looked at Dubian Che as she spoke.

"Uh-huh." Dubian Che turned his head to look at the music classroom, raising his voice, "Woodwind Group, gather at the covered corridor on the fifth floor."

Kiyono Lin looked at Dubian Che pretending to be nonchalant and couldn't help but smile.

After Dubian Che led the Woodwind Group away, she propped her elbows on the podium, holding a pen in her right hand and covering her forehead with her left.

'Is it because I've spent too much ti with Dubian? I can't believe I said such a thing.'

Wearing indoor shoes, she tapped her right foot lightly on the floor of the music classroom, feeling shy.

During the lunch break, Dubian Che continued to paint, depicting Kiyono Lin reading by the window.

That painting...

"Not talking about elsewhere, are my hands jagged?" Kiyono Lin comnted, arms crossed, after looking at it.

"Kiyono, do you know Picasso's 'Three Musicians'? The hands in it are jagged. It's a tribute to the grandmaster." Dubian Che spoke righteously.

"Picasso's 'Dora and a Cat', with his lover as the main character, sold for 95.216 million dollars. So, how much can your painting sell for, Mr. Dubian?"

"9 billion... dollars!" Dubian Che raised his right hand.

He lowered his right hand and raised his left: "9 billion dollars once, 9 billion dollars twice, 9 billion dollars three tis! Sold!"

He lifted the tablet like holding up a painting, introducing to Kiyono Lin: "9 billion dollars, Kiyono."

Kiyono Lin's slender fingers reached out to the tablet, gently swiping to delete the painting.

"...9 billion dollars, Kiyono."

"Is that so."

In the afternoon, they continued assisting the Wind Instrunt Club with training until 5:30 PM, after which they left school.

The following week, the sports festival started.

This ti, the Human Observation Departnt did not participate in the club competition, and Dubian Che didn't want to bully classmates relying on his superior athletic ability.

After the sports festival, ti moved into late October.

"Our days in school are becoming fewer and fewer." Dubian Che said during lunchti in the club room, while painting the autumn scenery outside the window.

"High school has its joys, and university and society have their own pleasures too." Kiyono Lin read Keigo Higashino's "After School".

Since August at Karuizawa, she started reading mystery novels because she couldn't find any traditional literature she liked for a while.

"He doesn't care about youth; he cherishes the ti spent wearing a school uniform." Today, Jiutiao ijie was whimsically doing Kiyono Lin's hair.

Kiyono Lin's hair was shiny and smooth, slipping through Jiutiao ijie's delicate, fair hands like black water.

Dubian Che looked at the two of them and said, "Seeing you like this, I could do nothing and watch until that oak tree withers and dies."

"Oak trees can live for four hundred years." Kiyono Lin reminded soone to recognize the oak tree and not overestimate themselves.

"That's true, you two can't live that long, what a pity." Dubian Che said, "When you both are gone, I'll find a place to bury myself."

"No need to trouble yourself," Jiutiao ijie said as she tied Kiyono Lin's hair, "before I die, I'll kill you first, so you can be buried with . There, take a look."

Kiyono Lin glanced at the birch table mirror, seeing a high ponytail.

Even the literary girl Kiyono Lin now had a slight sporty girl vibe.

Dubian Che's gaze swept over her snow-white, slender neck exposed by the ponytail, which looked like it must be fragrant, soft, and delicious.

"How is it?" Jiutiao ijie asked.

"It's just a ponytail." Kiyono Lin replied indifferently.

"And this?" Jiutiao ijie fussed over her hair again, delighted as if playing dress-up with a Barbie doll.

"Average." Kiyono Lin said.

"This..." Dubian Che hesitated.

Kiyono Lin looked at him curiously, while Jiutiao ijie wore a teasing smile.

At that mont, Kiyono Lin's hairstyle draped over her collarbone, known as a very dangerous 'Mrs.' hairstyle.

The so-called danger is just a joke; wearing such a hairstyle makes one look gentle with a holy vibe.

In animations where faces look almost identical, people rely on hairstyles, clothes, and accessories to recognize others.

Seeing Dubian Che's expression, Kiyono Lin knew there must be sothing off with the hairstyle.

"Let help you too." She closed the book, placed it beside the mirror, and stood up.

"Sure." Jiutiao ijie's tone was leisurely and natural, not bothered at all.

Once Jiutiao ijie sat down, Kiyono Lin stood behind her, her hands reaching into her long hair.

Jiutiao ijie's hair was very luxurious, slightly resembling a princess cut, a proud creation of Mrs. Jiutiao.

Back in Karuizawa, the reason Dubian Che refused Mrs. Jiutiao's haircut was that he feared she would give him a princess cut—a style commonly referred to for males as a 'bowl cut.'

As Kiyono Lin styled Jiutiao ijie's hair, a leaf blew in from outside the window.

This may have been the first leaf of Tokyo's autumn.

"An autumn mark." Dubian Che pinched the leaf midway with his index and middle fingers, "Gift for the beautiful princess, my iji."

Jiutiao ijie maintained her upper body posture to facilitate Kiyono Lin styling her hair, reaching out to accept the leaf.