Dubian Che wanted to observe Jiutiao Meijie’s expression, but unfortunately, she was leaning her face against his chest and only she knew what she was thinking.
After finishing a dance, Jiutiao Meijie said she had something to do and temporarily left—actually, she went to the bathroom or to touch up her makeup.
However, she hadn’t put on much makeup, so Dubian Che was certain that she had gone to the bathroom.
Finally, during the break, Dubian Che quickly scanned the venue and spotted Kiyono Lin leisurely eating in a corner.
The dance floor lights shifted, figures intertwined, and the combinations within the crowd kept changing, but she remained there alone.
Dubian Che walked over at a leisurely pace.
Kiyono Lin was using the fork in her hand to remove seeds from a piece of watermelon and smiled faintly when she saw him approaching.
"Mr. Dubian, what brings you over? Are you planning to ask me to dance?"
"What are you talking about? Quickly tell me what’s good to eat? I’m starving!"
"..." Kiyono Lin stabbed the watermelon fiercely with her fork, "You really piss me off."
She sighed and listed some dishes she thought were not too bad.
Dubian Che grabbed a plate and piled it high with those items.
"Didn’t I tell you, you can only put four different kinds of food on the plate, and they have to be in small amounts. If you like them, you can go back for more."
"Who cares about that?" Dubian Che ate a slice of golden-roasted suckling pig, "The person who made these rules is nowhere as good as me, why should I submit to the constraints of the weak?"
"You’re starting to sound more and more like your girlfriend."
"What meat is this? Why does it feel raw when I eat it?"
"Too old for me. I usually chase right after the sheep and gnaw on its hindquarters." Dubian Che sarcastically quipped, not being accustomed to eating anything that was bloody.
Because of the sudden laughter, Kiyono Lin almost couldn’t keep her plate of watermelon steady.
She laughed while trying to stabilize it, her fair and delicate face blushing like cherry blossoms.
Dubian Che hadn’t meant to make her laugh; the old joke had come out without thinking.
However, making Kiyono Lin laugh didn’t feel too bad, as the saying goes, beauty is...
"What are you doing here?" Suddenly, Jiutiao Meijie stood beside him, one hand on her hip.
"...I came to say hi to a classmate and grab something to eat."
"You two seem to get along pretty well, to laugh like that while greeting each other." Jiutiao Meijie looked at Dubian Che with an unreadable expression.
"Just average." Dubian Che used a fork to pick up the medium-rare lamb and held it to her mouth, "Meijie, you must be hungry too, have a taste."
Jiutiao Meijie glanced at him, barely bit down, and immediately frowned, letting go.
"I don’t , you eat it."
"...Delicious!" Dubian Che chewed heartily, deciding to buy some deworming medicine on the way back.
Jiutiao Meijie took the fork from his hand and speared a piece of ham for herself: "Is Kiyono still without a dance partner this time?"
"Since when did having a boyfriend become capital for showing off? The last dance party you were just like me. Just one dance made you so proud? That’s really superficial." Kiyono Lin shot back unabashedly.
"It seems you really care about this kind of thing. I didn’t say anything, are you secretly thinking about men..."
"Let it be, let it be. With so many people around, let’s not argue here. No, we’ll settle this next school term." Dubian Che quickly interrupted Jiutiao Meijie, his sixth sense telling him: if the argument continued, the fire would surely spread to him.
"Are you on her side or mine?" Jiutiao Meijie questioned.
"You’re my girlfriend, who do you think I’m on the side of? But it’s not necessary." Dubian Che took her fork and finished off the remaining half-slice of ham, "Let’s go get something else to eat, I’ll help you pick."
He placed the fork on the plate, freed up one hand to wrap around Jiutiao Meijie, and headed toward the food area.
"What would you like?"
"Salmon. What’s with the food on your plate? It’s all stuff I don’t like. Change it, got it?"
While heeding Jiutiao Meijie’s commands, Dubian Che sneakily turned and flashed Kiyono Lin a triumphant smile.
Kiyono Lin spit out a black watermelon seed onto her plate.
’This woman, what’s her deal? Doesn’t she have any gratitude at all!’