Lu Yun wasn’t sure whether Su Yang was joking or being serious.
If Su Yang really wanted to squeeze in with her, she wouldn’t refuse—because unbeknownst to her, her affection for him had already silently reached 100, a number that meant she was willing to do anything for him.
“This… isn’t very appropriate…”
Su Yang chuckled. “I’m just teasing you. Come sit. I’ll sleep on the couch later. It’s just that going upstairs would mean you’d have to remake the bed, and that’s too much trouble. I don’t want to inconvenience you. The couch is fine.”
“No way! If my parents found out I let you sleep on the couch, they’d scold me to death,” Lu Yun protested anxiously.
Su Yang shrugged indifferently. “It’s fine. Just tell them I insisted on sleeping on the couch and refused to go upstairs. They won’t be back anyway, so they’ll never know.”
“But the couch isn’t comfortable to sleep on.”
“Don’t worry about it. Let’s sit and chat for a while. It’ll be time to sleep soon anyway.”
“O-okay…” Lu Yun sat down beside Su Yang.
The two drank tea and talked, and before long, Su Yang’s arm slipped behind Lu Yun’s back.
Seizing the moment, he draped it over her shoulder.
Lu Yun lowered her head shyly, sitting as primly as a well-behaved schoolgirl.
The night stretched on, just the two of them alone, and this time, Su Yang couldn’t hold back any longer. The complicated thoughts could wait.
Gently but firmly, he pulled Lu Yun into his arms, feeling the slight tremble of her body and the rapid beat of her heart.
They sat like that in silence, neither speaking.
After a few tense minutes, Su Yang turned to look at Lu Yun’s flushed face.
“You’ve got something on your lips.”
“Huh? What is it?”
Su Yang grinned. “Let me check for you.”
Before Lu Yun could react, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.
Lu Yun froze, her eyes snapping shut as her hands clutched helplessly at the hem of Su Yang’s shirt.
Several minutes later, Su Yang pulled back and glanced around. “You don’t have any cameras in the house, do you?”
Lu Yun shook her head softly. “No.”
Then, gripping his neck, she lifted her face to meet his again.
Another few minutes passed before Su Yang stood abruptly, scooping Lu Yun up in a princess carry and striding quickly toward her room.
Once inside, he nudged the door shut with his heel.
Lu Yun whispered bashfully, “Lock the door~”
Su Yang laughed. “Isn’t the front gate already locked?”
“No~ I won’t feel safe unless the door’s locked. Just in case.”
“Fine.” Su Yang set her down on the bed and hurried back to turn the lock.
......
The night breeze drifted into the dimly lit room, moonlight spilling over the white edges of the bed.
The curtains swayed gently in the wind.
The night passed swiftly.
At eight the next morning, Su Yang opened his eyes to find Lu Yun already gone.
The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and faint clattering sounds drifted up from downstairs.
Stretching lazily, Su Yang thought:
—System, check in.
[Check-in successful. Reward: 50,000.]
—Hey System, can’t you just auto-check-in every day? I forget sometimes.
[Auto-check-in unlocked after binding two targets with 100 affection.]
—Two? Alright then.
Su Yang sat up, only to spot a faint stain on the sheets, barely hidden by the crumpled covers.
He swallowed hard, pulled the blanket over it, then dressed and stepped out of the room.
Just then, Lu Yun came upstairs carrying two bowls of noodles.
Their eyes met, and Lu Yun’s face burned as memories of last night’s passion flooded her mind.
She set the bowls down and stammered, “Eat… eat up.”
Su Yang smiled, stepping forward to tilt her lowered face up.
He leaned in slowly, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
Blushing furiously, Lu Yun sat down.
“I’ll wash up first. Do you have a spare toothbrush?”
“Oh… yes, I’ll get it for you.”
A few minutes later, Su Yang returned, and the two ate in comfortable silence on the couch.
After a while, Su Yang asked, “When are your parents coming back?”
Lu Yun set her chopsticks down. “I asked them this morning. Probably not until afternoon.”
“Afternoon? Then we might need to head back to Haicheng soon. Maybe let them know?”
“I already did. They told me… to bring you back for dinner often.” Her voice trailed off toward the end.
But Su Yang heard every word.
He grinned. “No problem. I’ll come by a lot—your mom’s cooking suits my taste too well to stay away.”
Lu Yun smiled, then took the empty bowls downstairs before hurrying back up to strip the bed and wash the sheets.
Su Yang smirked to himself, leaning back on the couch to light a cigarette.
“Ahh…”
[Ding. Detecting host’s high mood. Reward: 500,000.]
Soon, Lu Yun finished washing everything, changed into fresh clothes, and reappeared.
Su Yang looked up to see her wearing a gray baseball cap, a fitted white cropped T-shirt, and skinny jeans.
Simple, but stunning—after all, Lu Yun’s figure scored a 90, with curves in all the right places and flawless proportions. The tight jeans only made it harder to look away.
“Let’s go.”
“Aren’t you hot in that hat?”
Lu Yun giggled. “Not at all. I just didn’t wash my hair. Figured I’d be lazy and do it back in Haicheng.”
Su Yang stood. “Alright, let’s go. Double-check your stuff so we don’t have to turn back.”
Lu Yun rifled through her bag. “Got everything. Let’s go.”
“Sure.”
After locking up, they stepped out. Su Yang turned the car around and called through the window, “Get in!”
Just as Lu Yun moved to enter, three middle-aged women approached.
“Oh, Xiao Lu, leaving already?” Their eyes kept darting to the luxury car.
Lu Yun smiled. “Mm, heading back to Haicheng.”
“Ah, good, good. Is this handsome guy your boyfriend?”
With Su Yang right there, Lu Yun hesitated.
Noticing her fluster, Su Yang leaned out. “Ladies, we’re in a bit of a hurry. Let’s catch up next time.”
“Of course, of course! You youngsters are always busy. Go on, then.”
Lu Yun quickly slid into the passenger seat.
With a press of the accelerator, the Maybach soon vanished down the road.
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