Dubian Che lay in bed, thinking about the events of the day.
He kept thinking about that phrase—
"You're too close to Kiyono Lin to think clearly, you can't objectively look at her, you think everything from her perspective."
Thinking calmly, looking at things objectively, these almost impossible tasks.
Every time he saw Kiyono Lin, Dubian Che felt she seemed to become more beautiful, as if radiating a glow.
To look beyond her eyes, her smile, her elegantly long hair, her figure clear and stern like lake water, to see what she really looked like—
Unless he wasn't himself, no way he could ever manage it.
Jiutiao Meijie came out of the bathroom: "Help me blow-dry my hair."
Dubian Che sat up, adjusted the hair dryer's temperature, and methodically blow-dried her hair.
Jiutiao Meijie's long hair was extremely gorgeous, different from Kiyono Lin's; one was black and shiny like lead paint, the other deep and enchanting like the night.
Jiutiao Meijie closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the hair dryer, letting him play with her hair.
After the hair was dry, she fussed in front of the mirror for a while, came back, had just lied down on the bed, and was pulled into Dubian Che's embrace.
His arms wrapped around her waist from the back, and every part of his body pressed against her back.
"I can't tonight, I have to get up early tomorrow."
"Mm," she gave a child-like hum, resting her forehead on her shoulder.
Jiutiao Meijie felt Dubian Che's affection for her.
In the warm cocoon of the bedcovers, being held by him was quite comfortable.
"Thinking calmly really is a very difficult thing," the warmth of Dubian Che's breath through his words hit her skin under the pajamas.
"What about?" she asked. "Still thinking about Kiyono Lin?"
"I've tried, looking at her objectively, I can't do it."
"Just like I can't objectively look at you," Dubian Che's face nuzzled her back.
From his movements, one could feel that he also really enjoyed holding her.
"Why do you need to look at me objectively? You should be completely biased towards me," Jiutiao Meijie turned her head slightly to look at him.
"A metaphor, for example."
"Well, that won't do."
"Then it won't do." Dubian Che looked at her delicate little face, because of turning back her hair had fallen across her face.
He reached to gently push it aside, looked at her rosy lips, and couldn't help kissing her.
It was just a brief kiss, then Jiutiao Meijie pushed him away—if they kept kissing, it wouldn't just be kissing.
She turned her back to Dubian Che, arching slightly in his embrace.
"How do you plan to look at me objectively?"
Not allowing Dubian Che to look at her objectively, yet interested in how he planned to do just that.
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"I'm not tricked, you're being good."
"Of course, I'm clever." Dubian Che still held her from behind, his hand just reached her chest and was immediately pulled to her stomach.
"As a reward, I'll allow it."
"Allow what? This?" Dubian Che's hand reached toward her abdomen, only to be pulled back again.
After slapping Dubian Che's hand, Jiutiao Meijie said: "Allow you to say, how would you look at me objectively."
"How else can one look objectively?" Dubian Che's hands were immobilized, and he could only press his lips against her pale neck, "You've killed people before, have a bad temper, and make so much fuss just going out for a meal."
Jiutiao Meijie sneered and stepped out of Dubian Che's embrace, turning over and kicking him towards the edge of the bed.
"You're sleeping there tonight."
"Let me finish," Dubian Che climbed back with a laugh.
"Going to sleep." Jiutiao Meijie wrapped herself in the blanket, turning away from him.
"Once you say you can't look at things objectively," Dubian Che leaned his upper body over her, hugging her along with the blanket, "even if you did many bad things in the past, and still have a lousy character, and are so fastidious it's troublesome, I still like you."
"Dare you continue?" Jiutiao Meijie turned her face, looking up at him.
"I can't just say that Meiji is gentle and kind, and bathes my back every day, can I?" Dubian Che laughed, "Would you believe that yourself?"
"I would, how could I not?"
"You really have no shame."
"No shame?" As she said it, Jiutiao Meijie again tried to kick Dubian Che away.
Dubian Che dodged and took the opportunity to lift the blanket, slipping in, and continued to hold her tightly from behind.
"I'm telling you to let go."
"Going to sleep, we have to get up early tomorrow."
Jiutiao Meijie wriggled a few times in his arms but then stopped moving.
The bedroom was silent, so quiet it seemed you could hear the wind rustling the leaves in the forest.
After a while, Jiutiao Meijie's voice rose in the dark:
"Have you had enough kisses!"
"Lift your leg." Dubian Che's lips momentarily left her neck.
Dubian Che's lips began to attack her collarbone, chin, while his hands also began to misbehave.
Jiutiao Meijie pressed down on his hands, her neck was both comfortable and itchy, uncontrollably twisting a bit.
"I said we're not doing it today!"
"Sister~, just lift your leg a little."
"Do you have no shame, the way you talk is disgusting, who is your sister."
"Sister, sister, Meiji," he teased.
Then there was another silence, but this time the bedroom wasn't quiet.
After a while, gasping, Jiutiao Meijie said: "The calm and objective I mentioned doesn't mean putting her and everyone else in the same place."
"You talk, you talk."
"You can't look at her objectively because... mm."
When their lips parted, Jiutiao Meijie, while trying to stabilize herself, continued:
"You just want me to get along with her, you only need to look at the two of us objectively."
"Sister, if I don't favor you, who can your character compare with?"