At that moment, Lin Xuan's phone rang—it was a call from someone in the Golden Dragon Gang.
"Hua Bao, wait for me. I'll be right back," Lin Xuan said softly, stroking Su Hua's hair.
"Okay," Su Hua nodded obediently.
Lin Xuan got up and stepped outside to take the call.
Su Hua's gaze drifted to a potted plant nearby as she picked up the bowl of medicine.
By the time he returned, the bowl was empty.
"Hua Bao, you finished it that fast?" Lin Xuan asked, puzzled.
The call had only lasted twenty or thirty seconds—how had she managed to drink the entire bowl in that time?
"Mhm."
Su Hua pressed her lips together and nodded. "The medicine was bitter, so I drank it quickly."
Lin Xuan nodded, not doubting her words.
He didn’t notice that the soil in the potted plant, which had been dry earlier, was now damp, as if freshly watered.
Knowing how bitter the medicine was, Lin Xuan had already prepared some candied fruit.
"Hua Bao, have one of these. It’ll take the bitterness away," he said, feeding a piece to her.
After she finished it, he asked, "How do you feel now? Is the bitterness gone?"
Su Hua shook her head.
Lin Xuan took out another piece. "Here, have one more."
"Ah Xuan, I don’t think these candied fruits can get rid of the bitterness in my mouth," Su Hua murmured, her pale lips curving slightly.
"Then I’ll go get some sugar for you."
As Lin Xuan stood to head downstairs, Su Hua grabbed his hand and pulled him back onto the bed.
"Hua Bao, what’s wrong?" he asked, not noticing the shadow in her eyes.
"No need for sugar," she said, her lips curling into a smile.
"But you said your mouth was bitter?" Lin Xuan frowned.
"Because... Ah Xuan is sweet."
Lying on the bed, she pulled his neck down and pressed her lips to his.
Her tongue slipped into his mouth, teasing and exploring with playful boldness.
A long moment later, she finally pulled away, her eyes curving with amusement.
"Only this can take the bitterness away."
Lin Xuan: "..."
Was Hua Bao, now that she was feeling a little better, already thinking about that?
The next day, Lin Xuan checked Su Hua’s pulse again.
"You’re recovering well. Just one or two more days, and you’ll be fully healed," he said with a nod.
Still, it was slower than he had expected.
Su Hua lowered her eyes.
So soon?
But she had poured out the medicine—why was she still recovering this fast?
That day, Lin Xuan personally fed her the medicine, spoon by spoon. Unable to resist his gentle care, Su Hua obediently drank it all.
The moment she finished, she couldn’t help but push Lin Xuan onto the bed.
She kissed his lips, using him to chase away the lingering bitterness.
When the kiss ended, both were slightly breathless.
Su Hua, still on top of him, narrowed her beautiful eyes and said in a dangerous tone, "Ah Xuan, turn off your tracker, pack your essentials, and run off to Myanmar, hmm?"
Lin Xuan’s heart skipped a beat.
She hadn’t brought this up in days—he thought she had let it go.
Turns out, she’d just been too weak to address it. Now that she was better, she was settling the score.
Lin Xuan weakly held up two fingers. "Hua Bao, I was just worried about your safety. That’s why I did all this—I wasn’t trying to run away. I just wanted you back at Night Garden, not with the Mourning Organization."
"Are you sure that’s not just an excuse?" Su Hua murmured, her teeth lightly grazing his earlobe as her warm breath brushed against his ear.
Lin Xuan shuddered.
This was one of his sensitive spots.
After over a year together, Su Hua had memorized every one of them.
He struggled to keep his composure.
She knew his disappearance hadn’t been an escape attempt—she was just using it as an excuse to tease him.
Clearly, she was looking for a reason to lock him up again.
She really had a thing for keeping him in that dark room.
Lin Xuan would’ve indulged her, but Lin Li’s wedding was coming up.
He still needed to personally deliver a special "gift" to Lin Li.
He couldn’t afford to be locked away right now.
Frantically, he searched for a way out.
Then, an idea struck him.
In one swift motion, he flipped their positions, pinning Su Hua beneath him.
This was how it should be.
A man should be on top—he couldn’t let her take the lead all the time.
Lin Xuan laced his fingers through hers, holding her hands down.
"Hua Bao, you’re questioning me about running away, but I’d like to ask why you lied to me," he said with a low chuckle.
"You said you were traveling for business, but you were actually meeting with the Mourning Organization."
Su Hua’s brows furrowed. She had no rebuttal.
This time, she had been the one to deceive him first...
If Jiang Qing had been present, he would’ve declared that Lin Xuan had truly mastered the art of turning the tables.
Seeing Su Hua at a loss for words, Lin Xuan felt a surge of satisfaction.
Then, impulsively, he added, "Seems like Hua Bao is full of lies. Should I start doubting whether you even love me?"
Su Hua’s eyes narrowed.
Ah Xuan was questioning her feelings for him?
She pulled his head down, arching slightly to capture his lips again.
"If I really love Ah Xuan... why don’t you find out for yourself?" she murmured between kisses.
"They say the body’s reactions don’t lie... Would you like to test mine?"
Her skin burned with feverish heat as she instinctively teased him.
Soon, Lin Xuan was drowning in desire.
He deeply regretted his last remark.
It had been completely unnecessary.
He’d had the upper hand in the conversation—until those words ruined everything.
"Hua Bao..."
He broke the kiss.
Her eyes were glazed, cheeks flushed, radiating an intoxicating allure.
Lin Xuan’s pulse raced, and he quickly averted his gaze.
No man could resist her like this.
He took a deep breath. "Hua Bao, you’re still recovering. You’ll exhaust yourself—you should rest."
"It’s fine if you take the lead. I won’t get tired."
Her fingers traced slow, teasing circles on his chest, pulling him deeper into temptation.
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m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
