Lin Xuan shook his head in response. "Not sleepy anymore."
He couldn’t admit to being tired now, nor could he let Su Hua think he was exhausted.
"If Lin Xuan is well-rested, then how about we do something meaningful?" Su Hua leaned down, her lips brushing against his as she spoke in a suggestive tone.
Lin Xuan: "!!!"
Was Su Hua thinking about that again?
He was completely drained this time—he couldn’t possibly go another round.
Lin Xuan’s mind raced frantically, trying to figure out how to turn her down.
Seeing his flustered expression, Su Hua couldn’t help but smirk.
"What I meant by 'meaningful' was visiting the orphanage you used to live in and getting them some supplies they need," she clarified.
Lin Xuan froze.
That was it?
He’d assumed she was talking about that.
Su Hua raised an eyebrow. "What did you think I meant by 'meaningful'?"
Lin Xuan shot her a resentful look but stayed silent.
She was teasing him on purpose.
Still, their position was undeniably intimate, and the desire in Su Hua’s eyes was unmistakable. If this continued, her "meaningful activity" might very well turn into that.
"Su Hua," Lin Xuan said, "I need to use the bathroom. Be good and get off me first."
Su Hua knew exactly what he was doing.
Instead of moving, she lowered her head and kissed him.
Lin Xuan had planned to keep it brief, but the woman on top of him quickly had him losing control.
His hands instinctively wrapped around her back.
The air between them grew thick with tension, their breathing heavier by the second.
Just as things were about to escalate, Su Hua pulled away.
Her face was flushed, her lips swollen, her entire presence radiating allure.
"Lin Xuan," she murmured, her voice husky, "that was just a midday kiss. I didn’t expect you to lose control so easily."
Her amused gaze drifted downward.
Lin Xuan stared at her darkly.
She was the woman he loved most—how could he resist when she teased him like this?
Su Hua’s soft hand trailed lower.
"We’re about to leave, and for your health, I won’t help you finish. You’ll have to endure it."
With that, she slid off him and settled onto the sofa, watching him with a playful smile.
Lin Xuan sighed in resignation before heading to the bathroom for a cold shower.
By the time he stepped out, Su Hua was fully dressed.
She wore a fitted red cheongsam, her hair pinned up with a large flower clip—elegant, poised, like a noble blossom.
The seductress from earlier was gone, replaced by an air of untouchable restraint.
Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow.
When Su Hua acted proper like this, no one would ever guess how insatiable she could be—how she could unravel a man with just a look.
That side of her was reserved only for him, and he couldn’t deny the pride it gave him.
Seeing him emerge, Su Hua set aside her magazine and walked over with a serene smile.
She looped her arm through his.
"Now that you're ready, let’s go to the orphanage."
Truthfully, she’d never visited the place where Lin Xuan had spent nearly ten years of his childhood.
"Su Hua," Lin Xuan hesitated, "maybe we should go back to Night Garden instead. The orphanage can wait."
Back then, the orphanage had struggled financially, relying on the director and a handful of donors just to provide basic meals.
They’d barely gotten by—meat was a luxury reserved for holidays, and most days, they filled their stomachs with sweet potatoes and discarded vegetables from the market.
He didn’t want Su Hua to see how hard his life had been.
"Don’t you want me to see where you grew up?" Her voice softened with hurt. "Or do you still see me as an outsider?"
"That’s not it," Lin Xuan quickly denied.
"Then why don’t you want me to go?" Su Hua frowned.
Lin Xuan exhaled.
Fine. If she insisted, he’d take her. The director might not even bring up his past.
"I just don’t want you to tire yourself out," he explained. "But if you’re up for it, we’ll go."
Su Hua’s eyes curved in satisfaction.
While she slipped into the bathroom one last time, Lin Xuan stepped outside to wait.
Under a nearby tree, Professor Chen sat on a small stool, repeatedly checking his watch.
He’d been waiting for three hours—where was Lin Xuan?
He wanted to knock, but Lin Xuan was notoriously stubborn. If disturbed, he might refuse to help altogether.
So Professor Chen waited, fighting off drowsiness.
At sixty, he was used to afternoon naps, but today, he had no such luxury.
His eyelids drooped as he struggled to stay awake.
Nearby, a group of starstruck female students squealed at the sight of Lin Xuan.
"Ahhh! There he is! So handsome—my heart’s going to explode!"
"My ultimate crush!"
"Why doesn’t he become an actor? Then we could see him all the time!"
"With his own company, he doesn’t need the money. Besides, Su Hua would never let him get swarmed by fans."
The shrill cheers jolted Professor Chen awake.
(A/N: Powered by love, fueled by love. Flowers to you all.
Goodnight, lovelies.
Thank you to the three little ducks from Beidi City, Sugar Chestnut, and other sweethearts for the gifts.
<3)

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