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Lying in bed, Lin Yu scratched his belly and let out another yawn.

He calculated the days.

Today was already his fourth day in City D.

In these four days, his nightlife couldn't just be described as bland; it was practically non-existent.

What?

I've been going out every day and coming back late these past few days?

Who said anything about that kind of nightlife?

Sticking his hand out from under the blanket to scratch his face, Lin Yu then tucked it back in.

But he couldn't say this trip was entirely fruitless.

At least he had met Xia Muzhu's parents.

Actually, during this meeting, Lin Yu could sense Father and Mother Xia's dissatisfaction with him.

The main reason for their displeasure was the age difference.

Given Xia Muzhu's age, she was exactly at the right point in life to get married.

If she dragged it out for another two or three years until she was thirty, it would border on a late marriage.

Meanwhile, he was still in college. Being so young and not even having entered society yet inevitably made the two elders worry that he might just be playing around with their daughter.

Fortunately, Xia Yueshan, that little demon king, was by their side at the time.

Without Lin Yu even needing to open his mouth to make any promises, the kid jumped up and started scolding his own parents.

He mainly accused them of always ignoring their son and daughter, only to jump out and dictate things at such a crucial moment.

He asked them how they had the nerve, and if they had any shame left.

Xia Yueshan's relentless bombardment left the two of them unable to lift their heads.

With Xia Yueshan playing the bad cop, Lin Yu slipped on the good cop mask, stopping Xia Yueshan's rant while throwing in a few sweet-talking words.

This successfully earned him the approval of Father and Mother Xia.

The two were even somewhat grateful to him.

After going through all that.

Lin Yu finally realized.

The real boss of the Xia family had to be Xia Yueshan.

Yeah.

The bribe from Qing Mo wasn't for nothing!

When things went down, this kid really stepped up!

In short, he had passed the hurdle of Xia Muzhu's parents.

His trip hadn't been in vain.

As for tomorrow, he would pack up and leave early.

He had other things waiting for him to deal with.

Thinking of this, drowsiness surged up. Lin Yu opened his mouth wide in a yawn, closed his eyes, and slowly fell asleep...

...

In his sleep.

Lin Yu felt something was off.

It felt like there was a heavy weight on his body.

It was a bit uncomfortable.

Groggily opening his eyes, Lin Yu was startled by the unexpectedly alluring sight before him.

In the moonlight, a perfectly proportioned, naked, and delicate body was straddling him over the blanket.

The faint moonlight outside poured in through the hotel's glass window.

It landed on the person's milky white skin, creating a halo of pure, holy silver light.

Like an angel under the moon.

On her perfect body hung a few silk threads that served purely as decoration.

The sequins on the threads refracted fine glimmers of light like diamonds.

They swayed slightly with her breathing and her body.

Lin Yu looked at the person straddling him, someone who could instantly obliterate the sanity of any man.

Yet, the first thing he noticed was her aggrieved, pouting lips and her visibly red, teary eyes.

"Sister Zhuzi, what's wrong?"

After subconsciously asking this, Lin Yu finally snapped back to his senses. He reached out gently and pulled Xia Muzhu, who seemed emotionally off, into his embrace. He pulled back the blanket, tucking her into his arms, using his body heat to comfort her.

Xia Muzhu was obedient. Without any resistance, she followed Lin Yu's movements and lay silently on his shoulder.

"What is it?"

Lin Yu wrapped his arms around Xia Muzhu, resting a hand gently on her slightly cold arm, and repeated his earlier question.

Nestled in Lin Yu's arms, Xia Muzhu let out a soft sob and asked aggrievedly:

"Are you tired of me?"

"Ah?"

"Why would you think that?"

Lin Yu was truly shocked by Xia Muzhu's question.

Given Xia Muzhu's personality, figure, and appearance, even the most successful man would treat her like a precious treasure he couldn't bear to let go of if he had her.

How could he possibly be tired of her?

Xia Muzhu pressed her forehead against Lin Yu's body again, as if wanting to get even closer to him, and said with a crying tone:

"You've been avoiding me these past few days..."

This truly woke the dreamer up with a single sentence.

Lin Yu now understood why Xia Muzhu was letting her imagination run wild. He quickly explained:

"No, I..."

"..."

Lin Yu opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know how to explain.

After pausing for a while, Lin Yu found the right words and said:

"I've just had some things on my mind lately, and I don't quite know what to do..."

"What things?"

In the moonlight, Xia Muzhu tilted her face up. Her deep blue eyes, filled with grievance and brimming with moonlight, looked at Lin Yu pitifully as she pressed on.

"..."

"..."

"Revenge."

Lin Yu paused for a long time before finally spitting out this word softly.

"Revenge?"

Xia Muzhu's eyes widened in disbelief. The next moment, she immediately thought of something far more important and asked anxiously:

"Then will you be in danger?"

Under Xia Muzhu's concerned gaze, Lin Yu's eyelashes trembled and lowered a bit.

Xia Muzhu felt the arms holding her tighten with a bit more strength, and she also saw a certain, much denser emotion in his eyes.

It looked like guilt.

"Don't worry."

"I'll be fine."

"Right now, crushing her to death would be as easy as stepping on an ant by the roadside."

"But now, I don't want her to die."

"I want her to wish she were dead."

Lin Yu's voice was soft, but the words he spoke sent an uncontrollable chill down one's spine.

Even Xia Muzhu, who had accompanied him the longest, had never seen him like this.

It felt even more terrifying than when he was angry.

Lowering her head and pressing her cheek back against Lin Yu's chest, Xia Muzhu suddenly grew curious as to why the usually carefree Lin Yu would hate someone so much. She asked softly:

"Did she do something terrible to you?"

Hearing Xia Muzhu's question, a wave of irritable anger inexplicably rose in Lin Yu's heart.

Regarding some extremely painful and hateful memories, let alone flipping through them or touching them.

Even from a distance, just glancing in the direction of those memories was something Lin Yu was unwilling to do.

Lin Yu knew he should say something at this moment, ideally to gain some of Xia Muzhu's pity or validation.

But Lin Yu held it in for a long time, and ultimately could only let out a heavy nasal sound.

"Yes."

Fortunately, Lin Yu didn't need to explain anything.

His suddenly heavy breathing and violently heaving chest after hearing the question had already given Xia Muzhu her answer.

She didn't know anything, but she didn't care about those things either.

She only cared about one thing.

"Stay safe."

Xia Muzhu said softly.

"..."

"Okay."

Lin Yu replied softly.

Lying in bed, the two said no more, simply snuggling against each other.

After a long while, Xia Muzhu finally sat up. As she slipped out of bed, she reached for her coat hanging on the headboard.

She looked as if she were about to leave.

Staring at Xia Muzhu's creamy-white back, which was given an alluring touch by several delicate silver chains, Lin Yu coughed lightly and said,

"It's so late. You shouldn't head back, it's pretty dangerous."

Xia Muzhu froze for a moment upon hearing this. She instinctively turned her head to look at the wall right next to the bed.

If she remembered correctly, her own room was directly behind this very wall...

However, after a brief moment of hesitation, Xia Muzhu gave a shy nod, turned around, and slid right back under the covers.

In a barely audible whisper, she murmured,

"It is pretty dangerous..."

"..."