My Girlfriend is a Cold and Aloof Sickly Beauty 185

Chapter 185: Don’t Use Those Cat Tricks on Me!!

“I think my sister is just having a face-to-face chat with A-Xi,” Jiang Xue said casually while unpacking her textbooks in the study. “No matter how much my sister indulges A-Xi, she won’t cross the final line until she’s ready for marriage. And A-Xi even brought the cat with her. With the cat there, they’ll probably have to consider the timing even for a kiss.”

“Then let’s observe the cat,” Xiao Luohan said, still looking towards Jiang Mei’s bedroom. “If the cat is let out, it probably means Mei-jiejie agreed to some intimacy.”

They closed the study door, casually picked up some books, and read while listening to the sounds outside, occasionally asking each other about topics they thought the other might be interested in.

“I promised to take you to the capital to see the fireworks display this year,” Jiang Xue said. “Although the tickets are hard to get, we have Cang Ling now, so I’ll ask her for help. If we can’t get them, we can just say ‘it’s fate’s way of telling us to go later.'”

Cang Ling had never failed, whether it was pulling SSR cards or getting tickets. When she livestreamed those popular gacha games, she was even suspected of cheating, and the official account had to clarify for her.

“Okay, if we can get the tickets, we’ll go ice skating as planned,” Xiao Luohan nodded. “Or if we have other ideas, we can also try them.”

They took out a guidebook about the scenic spots in the capital and browsed it together.

About forty minutes later, Jiang Xue heard the soft click of her sister’s bedroom door opening, followed by a disgruntled meow.

“Oh!” Her guess confirmed, Jiang Xue couldn’t help but sigh.

She was about to go out and comfort the cat when the slightly ajar study door was pushed open—the white cat entered on its own, sat down obediently, and looked at them expectantly.

Jiang Xue and Xiao Luohan had just returned home and wanted to relax, so they took turns petting the cat, making it purr contentedly and turn into a fluffy “cat pancake” in their arms.

“It smells so good! Only Sister Cheng can bathe it without it protesting,” Jiang Xue said, burying her face in the cat’s fur, inhaling the familiar fragrance.

Xiao Luohan, holding a book and resting her chin on her hand, watched with amusement as Jiang Xue petted the cat, a new inspiration forming in her mind.

At the same time, Jiang Mei, having shielded Princess Zhemei’s consciousness before starting, finally regained control, recalling the feeling from six months ago.

She was taller than Xie Xitong, and being older, she was also bolder, quickly taking control of the rhythm and pace, the only sounds in her ears the soft moans of Xie Xitong.

“Mei-jiejie shouldn’t be imagining things now, right?” Xie Xitong asked after they separated, wiping her lips. “Imagining me meeting my ‘true love’ after a few more years of university, or after graduating and starting work.”

“…” Jiang Mei chose to remain silent, just looking at her intently.

Last year, when faced with Xie Xitong’s passionate pursuit, she had repeatedly dismissed it as “a child’s whim.”

What was there to like about a workaholic like her, whose brilliance had long faded?

Young people should find partners their own age, with shared interests and enough time and energy for all the things couples do.

But after tracing back to the origin and reviewing their past, she had reached a new conclusion.

Even if A-Xi, as she had said, dated people her own age during university or at work, she would probably still choose to spend her life with her in the end.

They had both unknowingly planted a seed in each other’s hearts, and the more experiences they had, the stronger this seed would grow.

And the numerous bonds between them, although fragmented, trivial, and ordinary, were something no one else could interfere with.

Meeting Jiang Mei’s gaze, Xie Xitong chuckled.

“Don’t worry, since I’ve set my sights on Mei-jiejie, I definitely won’t be interested in anyone else,” she said, wrapping her arms around Jiang Mei’s neck, sitting on her lap, and leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Or rather, besides Mei-jiejie, I’ve never looked at anyone else.”

Although she knew that “dating” and “marriage” were two different things, Xie Xitong still equated them.

Since Mei-jiejie was so good, she should also respond sincerely. Having made up her mind, she would cling to her for life, unless Mei-jiejie was completely disappointed in her—but she would never let that happen.

“The legal marriage age is twenty. If Mei-jiejie isn’t in a hurry, I can offer myself as a birthday gift when you turn thirty,” she said, blinking and talking about the future. “Or… a few years later? I don’t mind. Speaking of which, if you don’t mind having children, I’d also like to experience pregnancy…”

“Don’t even think about it,” Jiang Mei finally interrupted. “You’re also studying medicine, don’t you know how much a woman suffers during pregnancy?”

“I know,” Xie Xitong chuckled. “But I’m nine years younger than you, so whether it’s recovery or anything else, it will be faster for me.”

“We haven’t even decided on marriage, why are you thinking about children…” Jiang Mei said, exasperated.

“Then let’s get engaged first?” Xie Xitong immediately said, “You choose the da—”

Jiang Mei silenced her with a kiss, then pinched her slightly chubby cheeks and sighed, “Finish university before you start thinking about these things!”

Despite saying this, after seeing Xie Xitong off, Jiang Mei sat in her bedroom, thinking for a long time, then couldn’t help but ask the other version of herself for her opinion.

“A-Xi really wants children, and I don’t want her to suffer. But if I really wait until I’m almost forty to have children, I’m not sure if the risks during childbirth will be higher than when I’m younger.”

Xiao Linghan: …

“Why don’t you just tell her that you also want to get married sooner?” she said, suppressing a laugh. “Getting married during university is quite normal, right? Especially for medical students… although A-Xi’s major is veterinary medicine, the principle is the same.”

It wasn’t the first time she knew that the other version of herself was a bit “tsundere,” and easily flustered by A-Xi. Whenever she was cornered by that little rascal, she would instinctively bristle and then put on an adult’s facade, trying to appear imposing.

But if it were her facing Cang Ling, she would probably be the same.

The only difference was that, no matter how outrageous Cang Ling’s requests were, she would agree first, while Jiang Mei was more inclined to reject A-Xi first.

Perhaps this was the invisible shackle of love. She and Jiang Mei couldn’t do anything about Cang Ling and A-Xi.

“I’ve thought of… the perfect year for us to get married,” Jiang Xue said, lying beside Xiao Luohan and discussing tentatively before bed. “After the sixth day of the first lunar month next year, we’ll both be twenty, the legal marriage age. If nothing unexpected happens, you should have adapted to the university life by then, and I won’t be so busy that I can’t even find time to get married.”

She had actually thought about this more than once this semester. The workload for the traditional Chinese medicine major was truly intense, and the more she learned, the busier she became. After accumulating some knowledge and practical experience, she also had to take various qualification exams while still in university.

This meant that her sophomore year would be the one with the most free time and the most relaxed schedule—the two semesters of her freshman year were enough for her to adapt to the busy schedule, and she would have to start preparing for the “plus three” program in her junior year.

Even though she had Dr. Qi as a backup plan, for medical students, it was still better to have a higher degree.

“That sounds good, I have no objections,” Xiao Luohan readily agreed after listening attentively.

Actually, she wasn’t too concerned about ceremonies and procedures, feeling that being able to live with her beloved was enough.

But since her beloved liked these things, she would do her best.

“Then, do I need to give a betrothal gift in advance?” she asked. “I haven’t carefully studied the engagement and marriage customs of this world yet, I only have a general idea, and the customs vary from place to place.”

“…A betrothal gift shouldn’t be necessary, right?” Jiang Xue hadn’t looked into it in detail either. “We’re family, aren’t we? Wouldn’t a betrothal gift just be ‘transferring money from my left hand to my right’?”

But after a few seconds, she shook her head. “No! I have to give you a betrothal gift. I brought you from that world, so I have to take responsibility for you.”

“Then the things I want to give you are just out of my own selfish desires,” Xiao Luohan said. “For example, I noticed that your keyboard is a bit worn out, so I want to buy you a new one. I also want to, like Dr. Qi, use the money I earn to buy a car just for us, and fill it with our favorite plushies…”

She started listing things, then opened her notes app and accounting app, reading out the betrothal gifts she had planned, one by one.

Jiang Xue was stunned. What made her both exasperated and amused was that the gifts they wanted to give each other were surprisingly similar.

“Why don’t we just skip this part and add these things to our shopping list for our new home?” Jiang Xue finally suggested. “Mainly because… our situation is unprecedented. If we really calculate it, we’ll find that yours and mine are the same.”

Unless they separated or divorced in the future, they wouldn’t have to worry about dividing their assets… but that possibility could be completely ruled out.

“Okay, then we’ll discuss the marriage with our elders when we’re old enough,” Xiao Luohan said, looking at her tenderly, then suddenly lowered her head, burying her face in the covers.

Jiang Xue was puzzled, and a few seconds later, she felt slender fingers undoing the buttons of her pajamas, and the open space was first met with a familiar softness, then a playful nibble that made her shiver.

“Wh-Where did you learn this?!” She shivered, goosebumps rising on her skin, but her hand, which had instinctively reached out, froze, reluctant to stop her.

“Didn’t you just do this to Xixi?” Xiao Luohan replied truthfully, her voice muffled by the quilt. “I’m just imitating you.”

“…Don’t use those cat tricks on me!!” Jiang Xue exclaimed, throwing off the covers and exposing the “bad cat’s” actions under the light.

It turned out that sharing good experiences with loved ones doubled the joy.

Jiang Xue, grumbling, used all her usual cat-petting techniques on Xiao Luo.

Fortunately, the annoyance these actions usually evoked in the cat was completely reversed with Xiao Luo. At least Xiao Luo wouldn’t push her away, or scratch or bite her.

Xiao Luo would just curiously and enthusiastically learn them one by one, finding opportunities to reciprocate, as if “turning in her homework.”