Lin Xuan was completely drained.
When he woke up the next day, Su Hua was already gone from his side.
Thinking about the wild events of the previous night, Lin Xuan felt a bit uneasy. Su Hua had been the one in control the entire time…
Lin Xuan returned to his room and opened the walk-in closet Su Hua had prepared for him.
He was stunned.
The closet was filled to the brim with all sorts of clothes, shoes, and hats, all seemingly custom-made for him by Su Hua.
He had always refused to use anything of Su Hua’s, so he had never opened this closet before.
Lin Xuan picked out an outfit and headed to the bathroom.
He took his time grooming himself and even had a male servant cut his hair shorter.
Downstairs in the dining room, Su Hua was already seated at the table.
“Miss, should I call Young Master Lin down for breakfast?” Butler Wang asked respectfully.
“No need,” Su Hua replied, her crimson lips curving into a smile. “He was exhausted last night. Let him rest a little longer.”
Huh? Did that mean what he thought it meant?
Butler Wang’s face was filled with astonishment.
Had Miss Su finally “devoured” Young Master Lin?
Butler Wang’s eyes sparkled. This was good, very good. As the old saying goes, to conquer a man’s heart, you must first conquer his body.
Young Master Lin had always been resistant to Miss Su, but now that she had “consumed” him, perhaps he would start to care for her a little more.
Under the shocked gazes of the servants, Lin Xuan made his way downstairs.
“Miss, Young Master Lin is here,” a servant announced as they opened the dining room door.
Su Hua looked up, and when she saw the well-dressed Lin Xuan, her pupils contracted slightly, and her expression became momentarily dazed.
Butler Wang was equally stunned.
Is… is this really Young Master Lin?
Lin Xuan cleared his throat. “Well, Su Hua, do I look handsome?”
“Yes,” Su Hua nodded.
Lin Xuan let out a sigh of relief. It was good that her emotions hadn’t shifted. Su Hua’s temperament was unpredictable, and he had been worried that changing his hairstyle might make her overthink things again.
“Young Master Lin, please have a seat,” Butler Wang said, pulling out a chair opposite Su Hua.
Lin Xuan glanced at it but didn’t move. Instead, he took a seat right next to Su Hua.
Butler Wang: “???”
Lin Xuan had always been resistant to Miss Su, always choosing the seat farthest from her during meals.
Why was he sitting right beside her this time?
Su Hua’s gaze never left Lin Xuan, her captivating eyes filled with curiosity.
After what she had done to him last night, wasn’t he angry?
Lin Xuan felt a bit uncomfortable under her stare. “What’s wrong?”
Su Hua looked away and commanded, “Serve me my meal.”
“Oh, sure.”
Lin Xuan vaguely remembered that Su Hua liked shrimp, so he peeled some for her and placed the peeled shrimp near her crimson lips.
Su Hua took a delicate bite.
Lin Xuan couldn’t help but marvel. When Su Hua wasn’t in her “yandere” mode, she seemed so gentle and easy to get along with.
“Here, have some more,” Lin Xuan said, feeding her one bite after another as if he were addicted to it.
Butler Wang wasn’t paying attention at first, but then he noticed Lin Xuan feeding Su Hua a piece of lamb.
“Young Master Lin, wait!” Butler Wang exclaimed in alarm.
Lin Xuan looked at him in confusion.
“Miss is allergic to…” lamb.
Before he could finish, Butler Wang watched in shock as Su Hua ate the piece of lamb.
Butler Wang: “…”
Even though she knew she was allergic, she still ate it…
Lin Xuan frowned. “Butler Wang, what’s wrong with Su Hua and lamb?”
Butler Wang: “…Nothing.”
What else could he say?
Su Hua felt her throat begin to itch. She stood up from her chair. “I’m full.”
She returned to her bedroom, took an anti-allergy pill from her drawer, and swallowed it with some water.
Lin Xuan felt that something was off.
He quickly finished the food in his bowl and followed her upstairs.
Su Hua had taken the medicine, but red rashes were still appearing on her skin. She was applying some ointment to them when Lin Xuan pushed the door open.
Su Hua’s sharp gaze shot toward the door.
When she saw it was Lin Xuan, she was visibly surprised.
The cold aura around her dissipated as she tried to cover the rashes on her arm. “Why are you here?”
Lin Xuan strode over and pulled her hand away, revealing the red spots covering her fair, slender arm.
“What’s wrong with your arm?” Lin Xuan asked, frowning.
“It’s nothing serious, just a minor allergic reaction,” Su Hua replied, pursing her lips.
An allergic reaction?
Lin Xuan thought back to Butler Wang’s unfinished sentence.
“Are you allergic to lamb?”
“Yes.”
“If you’re allergic, why did you eat it just now?”
“Because…” Su Hua’s lips parted slightly. “It was you who fed it to me.”
If it was something he had personally fed her, even if it were poison, she would have eaten it without hesitation. She couldn’t bear to reject his kindness.
Lin Xuan fell silent. Given her yandere personality, this was exactly the kind of thing she would do.
Truthfully, he couldn’t understand why someone as beautiful and capable as Su Hua would be interested in him.
He had once thought that Su Hua only saw him as a beloved toy or plaything. But after he died and existed as a spirit, he saw her… well, kissing his grotesque, bloated corpse. That was when he realized she truly loved him—enough to give him her heart.
Lin Xuan’s expression turned serious. For the first time, he spoke to Su Hua in a commanding tone. “Don’t do something like this to yourself again. I’ll gradually learn about your allergies and preferences. You don’t need to accommodate me like this.”
Su Hua stared at him intently, her eyes seemingly sparkling with starlight.
Feeling that he might have been too harsh, Lin Xuan softened his tone. “It makes me feel bad to see you like this. Let me apply the ointment for you.”
Kindness and sincerity were the ultimate weapons.
He decided to treat Su Hua better and avoid causing any trouble. Maybe then she wouldn’t imprison him again.
Lin Xuan squeezed some ointment onto his fingers and gently applied it to Su Hua’s arm.
“There, all done. How do you feel now? Is it any better?”
“There are still some areas that need to be treated,” Su Hua said, her gaze darkening slightly.
“Huh? Where else?”
Lin Xuan was confused. He had already applied the ointment to her arms and neck—wherever there were rashes.
“Let me show you.”
Su Hua took Lin Xuan’s hand and guided it toward her body.
Lin Xuan: !!!!
His hand trembled.
Su Hua leaned in close to his ear, her breath warm and enticing. “Lin Xuan, will you apply the ointment for me?”
The air between them grew thick with tension.
Lin Xuan felt a tingling sensation in his ear.
How had he never noticed before how alluring Su Hua could be?
Lin Xuan couldn’t refuse. He nodded stiffly. “Okay.”
A faint smile appeared in Su Hua’s beautiful eyes. “The area is covered by my clothes.”
She guided Lin Xuan’s hand to the buttons of her white blouse.
“Be good, Lin Xuan. Unbutton it,” she whispered, her voice laced with temptation.
Lin Xuan complied, his hands trembling as he undid each button one by one.
Once all the buttons were undone, Lin Xuan got his first clear look at Su Hua’s body. Last night, he had turned off the lights, so he hadn’t been able to see the woman on top of him.
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