"Alright." Lin Xuan nodded.
Su Hua leaned onto Lin Xuan's back, and he carried her to the bedroom on the second floor.
Lin Xuan placed Su Hua on the sofa, then went to the walk-in closet to fetch a set of pajamas for her.
It was a white silk nightgown that reached her knees—a very modest outfit.
Back when she used to argue fiercely with him, Su Hua would always wear these conservative sleepwear.
But now… she had completely changed her style, opting for outfits as revealing as possible.
He couldn’t help but suspect that Su Hua was deliberately dressing like that to seduce him.
"Hua Bao, I’ve prepared your clothes. You should go take a shower first," Lin Xuan said.
Su Hua stood up from the sofa and walked over to Lin Xuan, eyeing the outfit before raising a brow. "I don’t feel like wearing this."
"Then what do you want to wear, Hua Bao? I’ll get it for you," Lin Xuan offered.
His temples throbbed slightly, a vague sense of foreboding creeping over him.
"No need to trouble yourself, A-Xuan. I’ll handle it," Su Hua said with a smirk.
"Alright."
Lin Xuan nodded.
Su Hua grabbed a set of sleepwear and headed into the bathroom.
The sound of running water soon filled the room.
Meanwhile, Lin Xuan sat on the sofa in the bedroom, scrolling through his phone.
Lin Li was making headlines again—this time, a mentally unstable person had barged into his hospital room and doused him in urine.
The humiliating scene was captured by other patients and quickly went viral online, sparking heated discussions among netizens.
Lin Xuan arched a brow.
Honestly, Lin Li was impressively resilient. Most people would’ve crumbled under such relentless humiliation, maybe even jumped off a building by now.
Ten minutes later, Lin Xuan set his phone aside and frowned as he glanced toward the bedroom.
For some reason, he felt like something was waiting for him.
Was Su Hua planning something again?
But she hadn’t acted unusually tonight.
Besides, she had an overseas trip coming up. Even if he weren’t busy, they wouldn’t have much time together. That was probably why she seemed indifferent about leaving for a few days.
Lin Xuan’s frown deepened.
Maybe he was overthinking it.
The sound of water stopped, indicating that Su Hua was now drying off and getting dressed.
"Ah—"
A soft cry followed by a thud rang out.
"Hua Bao!"
Thinking she had fallen, Lin Xuan rushed over in a panic.
He pulled open the bathroom door.
"Hua Bao, are you okay—"
His words died in his throat as he froze, staring at the woman before him.
What was Su Hua wearing?
Cat ears.
A short black lace dress with a fluffy tail at the back.
The hem barely reached her thighs, exposing her long, snow-white legs.
Lin Xuan’s gaze locked onto Su Hua, unable to look away.
A glimmer of amusement flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.
She loved seeing A-Xuan so utterly entranced by her.
Su Hua stepped closer, rising onto her tiptoes as her soft arms wrapped around his neck.
"A-Xuan," she whispered against his ear, her breath warm and sweet. "Do you like me like this?"
"I do," Lin Xuan admitted without thinking.
"Then, A-Xuan, how about we play out a human-and-demon romance tonight?" Su Hua’s delicate brows lifted suggestively.
Lin Xuan snapped back to reality.
He couldn’t let Su Hua have her way—if she succeeded, she’d keep him up all night, leaving him exhausted for tomorrow’s dealings with Night Rose.
"Hua Bao," he said, taking a deep breath, "remember what the doctor said? You need to focus on recovering. Don’t ruin all the progress you’ve made."
Su Hua pressed her lips together.
He was right. She couldn’t afford to relapse. She needed to regain her health completely—only then could she grow old with A-Xuan.
If she died too soon, A-Xuan might move on, falling in love with another woman, marrying her, having children… and Su Hua would fade from his memory.
Every trace of their life together would vanish.
Just the thought of A-Xuan being intimate with someone else made her feel like she was losing her mind.
"A-Xuan."
Su Hua pushed Lin Xuan against the wall and kissed him, her tongue teasing his mouth.
Lin Xuan was stunned.
What was happening? Why was Su Hua’s mood shifting so suddenly again?
Helpless, he could only respond to her.
Her lips and tongue felt scorching hot against his.
Ten minutes later, Su Hua pulled away, her cheeks flushed and lips swollen.
She looked irresistibly alluring.
Lin Xuan forced himself to look away.
"Hua Bao, it’s getting late. We should rest," he said hoarsely.
"No, it’s still early—only 9:30. Don’t you remember how we used to stay up past midnight?" Su Hua smirked.
Lin Xuan coughed awkwardly.
That was different.
Back then, she had seduced him until he lost track of time.
"But Hua Bao, your body still needs—"
Before he could finish, Su Hua pressed a finger to his lips.
"Don’t worry, A-Xuan. I’m not asking for that. If one place isn’t available… others can still be used." Her gaze drifted downward, a playful glint in her eyes. "I’ll take care of your needs."
Every time A-Xuan refused her, his body betrayed him anyway.
Before long, Lin Xuan found himself pinned to the bed with Su Hua straddling him.
"Be a good boy and accept your punishment, hmm?" Her voice was firm yet dripping with seduction.
Lin Xuan blinked in confusion. "Hua Bao, what did I do wrong?"
He couldn’t recall misbehaving recently.
"A-Xuan is leaving me for a while… and not taking me along," Su Hua said pointedly.
Lin Xuan choked.
He wanted to bring her.
But this time, he was dealing with Night Rose—a situation that could turn violent.
There was no way he could risk bringing her.
Besides, the Golden Dragon Gang’s notorious reputation was the last thing he wanted her to know about, especially since he was its leader.
"Hua Bao," he said weakly, "aren’t you going on a business trip too?"
"Are you blaming me for that?" Su Hua’s eyes narrowed dangerously.
If A-Xuan weren’t leaving, she wouldn’t have to deal with the Golden Dragon Gang either.
If the members of Night Rose knew her thoughts, they’d be screaming internally—
Our leader is hopelessly lovesick!
"No, no!" Lin Xuan quickly backtracked.
Fine.
There was no escaping tonight. He might as well indulge her.
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