November 4th, in the deep night of Hokkaido, Dubian Che nestled in the warm, tender embrace of Xiaoquan Aonai.
Xiaoquan Aonai gently ran her fingers through his hair.
All around was silent, and Dubian Che gradually returned to his senses.
"Miss Aonai, is it okay?"
"It's fine." Xiaoquan Aonai blushed.
Dubian Che softly replied "Mm," his voice laced with a smile as he added, "It seems a bit late to ask now."
After a moment of silence, Xiaoquan Aonai's murmured words reached him:
"I've calculated my menstrual cycle."
Dubian Che was taken aback for a moment, then lifted his head, while Xiaoquan Aonai turned away, showing him her flushed cheek and ears.
"I see," he said.
What he asked earlier, whether it was okay, was about agreeing to wait until he graduated before doing this, not about her cycle.
But it was indeed something that needed attention.
He lowered his head again, feeling Xiaoquan Aonai's tender, warm skin against his face.
"I love you, Aonai."
