November Snow (Part 2)

After dinner, Kouhi was washing dishes in the kitchen when Meisha suddenly darted in.

"Kouhi-niichan, let me help!"

Seeing Meisha like this, Kouhi felt it wasn't quite right and replied with a smile, "You're a guest, it's not proper to have guests help. Why don't you go play with Ryuseki? I can handle this by myself, no need to trouble you."

But Meisha insisted on helping. "Kouhi-niichan, you're too kind." With that, she picked up some dirty dishes and started washing them. With Meisha's persistence, Kouhi couldn't refuse and had to let her.

The two busied themselves in the kitchen, and Meisha was very diligent. She was so beautiful and carried herself with the air of a young lady, yet she was surprisingly adept at housework. The way she washed dishes showed she was someone who often did chores. However, even so, her hands were very well-protected.

Before long, Ryuseki walked into the kitchen, looking around. He was looking for Meisha! Seeing Meisha busy in the kitchen, Ryuseki walked over.

"Hey, brother, I need to talk to Meisha about something. Don't make her busy herself in the kitchen." Saying this, Ryuseki pulled Meisha along and led her out.

"Wait, I haven't dried my hands yet!"

Kouhi, on the other hand, pouted and then buried his head back into washing the dishes.

Ryuseki and Meisha left the house without Meisha knowing where they were going. Along the way, Ryuseki walked ahead silently, saying nothing. Meisha, not understanding what they were doing, could only follow behind him. It was a cold day, and there wasn't a soul on the streets. The dim light from the streetlamps cast a particularly desolate glow on the two of them.

The temperature was very low, and Meisha couldn't help but shiver. She put her hands to her mouth and breathed on them. Then, she softly murmured, "It's so cold!"

Hearing her quiet mumble, Ryuseki turned around. Seeing Meisha trembling slightly, he decisively took off his jacket and draped it over her. At that moment, Ryuseki said nothing, only silently watched Meisha stamping her feet.

"Aren't you cold?" Meisha looked up at Ryuseki's expressionless face. However, Meisha didn't notice that her own face had turned slightly red from the cold. While it made her look even cuter, the cold was still unpleasant. Her breath condensed into mist in the air; this was the temperature in the city in November.

"I-I'm fine! As long as you're not cold, I'm okay."

After a long pause, Ryuseki finally answered Meisha. He lowered his head slightly, looking a bit embarrassed. He took Meisha's hand and led her to a park not far from their home. The park was small, perhaps only half the size of a football field. There weren't many people there either. The two of them sat on the swings, facing each other, looking at one another.

Now, in this quiet little park, there was no one else but the two of them. The park's streetlamps cast a faint yellow glow. Although dim, it offered a sense of warmth.

"Thank you, Meisha! If it weren't for you, I, I might not have realized what I needed to protect. Only when you care about someone or something do you know what you truly want to protect. Thank you for awakening this feeling hidden deep within my heart. My past self couldn't truly understand what 'caring' meant. Thank you."

Ryuseki gently swung on the swing, facing Meisha with a warm smile.

"So, how are you going to thank me?" Meisha tilted her head on the swing, a cute smile playing on her lips as she teased him. Her neat bangs slanted slightly to one side, and her hair framed her cheeks, adding to her adorable charm.

At this moment, Ryuseki stood up, walked silently in front of Meisha, and suddenly hugged her, replying, "I think this is my true heart! Meisha, I really like you!"

Ryuseki gently tucked Meisha's head against his chest. At such close proximity, Meisha could almost feel Ryuseki's irregular heartbeat.

Because of this sudden confession, Meisha's face instantly turned bright red, and she was momentarily at a loss for how to respond. She lowered her head, clasped her hands behind her back, and continuously drew circles in her palm. Her heart began to race as well, and the smile on her lips became even more cheerful. She then pressed her ear against Ryuseki's chest, carefully listening to his heartbeat and feeling the pulse emanating from his body.

Next, Ryuseki gently lifted Meisha's head, gazing intently at her beautiful face and captivating eyes. Slowly, he began to lean in, the distance between their lips gradually closing. Both could clearly sense each other's strong breaths, the moist warmth directly hitting their cheeks.

Meisha's eyes flickered, the blush on her face becoming more pronounced, and her breathing grew more rapid. Ryuseki was the same. Then, their lips met, four lips like four cherry blossoms clinging together in the warm breeze.

Soft and smooth. So incredibly soft! This must be what kissing feels like, a wonderful sensation as if melting into each other! To be precise, it was an indescribable experience. The cells on their lips had reached their most sensitive state, and they could fully feel the intense stimulation from each other's lips, tongues, and kisses. This most direct expression of love, without any pretense or artifice, was conveyed in the most straightforward way.

Through the contact of their lips, they fully felt the love imbued with body heat. The intertwining of their tongues conveyed their most sincere emotions to each other without reservation. Soft lips and skillful tongues were the perfect embodiment of love! Exchanging feelings, impacting each other's deepest hearts, kissing was indeed such a beautiful experience!

Meisha gently closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling in the cold night wind, as did their hearts, beating like startled deer. The intense love accelerated their heartbeats, elevating the wonderful sensation of the kiss.

At this moment, scattered snowflakes began to fall from the sky. The snowflakes looked especially beautiful against the backdrop of the streetlights. The cold night sky, the white snowflakes, the somewhat dim streetlights, the peaceful little park, and the lovers – even the most beautiful spectacle would pale in comparison to this scene!

"The forecast was wrong today!" On the balcony, Kouhi muttered to himself, watching the snowflakes drift past the window.

And in the little park, Meisha nestled in Ryuseki's arms like a cat. She watched the beautiful snowflakes, a smile of happiness gracing her face.

"Snow in November, it's so beautiful!"

"Yes! It's so beautiful!"