Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady-Chapter 417 - 199. Heading Toward the Christmas at the End of the Term (8)

Chapter 417: 199. Heading Toward the Christmas at the End of the Term (8)

After the two young ladies set their minds to it, it took twenty-minutes for the Christmas tree to be beautifully decorated.

Using cotton as snow, they hung balloons, ribbons, and gift boxes, and adorned the branches with colorful lights achieving a high completion.

The ten-meter-tall Christmas tree, covered in ornaments, stood majestically in the living room—it was simply dreamy just looking at it.

Dubian Che put away the ladder and asked if the ladies needed any further assistance.

"The cooking can be left to us," said Mrs. Kiyono, then turned to her daughter, "Lin, take them to your bedroom to play."

Lin slightly frowned, "What’s fun about my bedroom?"

"Look at childhood photos, isn’t that interesting? Mr. Dubian might be interested too, right?" Mrs. Kiyono asked.

As she was coating chicken pieces in flour, Mrs. Jiutiao chimed in:

"I remember there’s a photo of Meiji and Lin together, right? Remember to bring it down later so we all can take a look. Ah, the nostalgia—it feels like we’ve all aged in the blink of an eye."

"Stop it, you’ve been looking younger and younger recently, I am the one who is really getting old, quickly tell me your secret."

"It’s because I have a son."

"Oh," Mrs. Kiyono touched her face with her right hand, "so if I take Mr. Dubian as my adopted son today, will I gradually look younger too?"

"Adopted son won’t do, it has to be a son-in-law."

"Lin, for your mom’s sake, please."

...What were we talking about again?

Lin held her forehead, feeling a headache coming on, and helplessly said to Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie:

"Come with me."

She went up the stairs, fleeing the disaster scene known as "marriage urging."

Jiutiao Meijie followed up two steps, then suddenly turned around, looking down at Dubian Che behind her.

"Do you want to go to Lin’s room?" Her expression was smiling, and if one didn’t know any better, they might think she was a friendly teen idol.

It must be stated that no teen idol could surpass Jiutiao Meijie in looks; they could only reach up to Yuzao Haomei’s level, which is an 8.

"I do," Dubian Che honestly replied, "mainly to see your childhood photos, Meiji."

"So you like me this much."

"I like Meiji the most."

"Really?"

"Of course, it’s true, nothing could be truer in this world. It’s like apples always fall downwards, humans evolved from apes, the earth orbits the sun; you might not believe in the truths of science, but you can’t doubt my sincerity."

Hearing this, Jiutiao Meijie, who had been smiling before, suddenly looked somber.

"Stay right here!" she commanded, her tone sharp and brooking no refusal.

...

Jiutiao Meijie turned to head upstairs.

Dubian Che quickly grabbed her hand, "Meiji!"

"Aren’t you listening to me?" Jiutiao Meijie turned around.

"Of course not." Dubian Che glanced at the cooking area and whispered into her ear, "You can’t leave me here to acknowledge your mom on my own!"

Jiutiao Meijie glanced at him, then at Mrs. Kiyono, who was discussing skincare with her mother.

She snorted coldly, shaking off Dubian Che’s hand and crossing her arms as she went upstairs.

Dubian Che followed her, taking light steps.

Beneath the red Christmas outfit, her round and firm buttocks swayed side to side.

Luckily, Dubian Che was wearing a deer antler hat. If it had been a cow horn hat, he might have bumped into something already.

After all, it’s well known that Dubian Che, as a transmigrator who immerses himself in roles, would naturally get provoked by red fabric if he was dressed as a bull.

But now that he was a deer, did that mean he was supposed to be ridden?

Worth a try!

Besides, if a reindeer rode Santa Claus, that kind of reversal would be within reason, right?

Tonight...

Jiutiao Meijie suddenly stopped, and Dubian Che, the distracted stag, nearly bumped into her.

"What’s wrong?" he asked.

Jiutiao Meijie crossed her arms, giving him a trash-like gaze, "I felt a very lewd gaze."

"...Ahem," Dubian Che cleared his throat, "I can’t help liking you."

"You go in front."

"We’re still so..."

"Hmm?"

Dubian Che moved in front of her.

Ahead was Lin, her slender, porcelain-white legs swaying seductively beneath the little skirt of the Christmas outfit...

"Forget it; just follow behind me."

My lady, changing commands from morning to evening is a big taboo; I strongly disagree with it—Dubian Che didn’t dare to say this aloud.

The three of them walked up the staircase with ivory handrails.

"Come in," Lin said, "I haven’t been back here in a long time."

The room was as large as a living room, and that was just the visible space; the rest, like the toilets, bathroom, dressing room, and makeup room, were either in separate alcoves or hidden behind walls.

The house was built in a Western style, but this bedroom had an Island Country flair.

Despite the heating, Dubian Che and Jiutiao Meijie still sat inside a heated kotatsu.

Lin made tea for them and brought out a box of cookies.

"There’s no fruit in the room, so I didn’t bother the servants," she said.

"No problem," Dubian Che nodded.

Jiutiao Meijie had already lied down, closing her eyes to rest.

Lin looked at Dubian Che, her face showing a slight hesitation before she tentatively asked:

"Do you want to see them?"

"No."

Lin glared at him, then turned to fetch an album from the bookshelf.

"Mr. Dubian, just to let you know, all these photos were taken by my mother without my knowledge," Lin handed the album to Dubian Che, while also slipping her bare legs into the kotatsu.

"Mmm," Dubian Che muttered noncommittally, his attention already fully captured by the album.

The album was substantial and the contents interesting, one could even say it was a treasure trove.

There were photos of Lin as a newborn;

"Her eyes are so big!"

"Thank you," Lin took a sip of tea, "but most babies have big eyes, there’s nothing really praiseworthy about it."

There were photos of Lin with a pacifier, her large, dewy eyes staring blankly at the camera;

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