Chapter 143: Kiss, kiss, kiss, the kiss was too realistic (Please subscribe, please vote for monthly tickets)

Inside the pool.

Lin Xiuyuan held Lin Xiaolu, embracing in the water for a while longer, until her emotions slowly stabilized. Only then did he say softly, "Why don't you go up first? Wearing clothes like this, sticking to your body, it's easy to catch a cold."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaolu nodded gently, then climbed onto the edge of the pool, following his support.

As she stood up, water dripped from her body, forming circles of water stains on the white stone floor.

Then Lin Xiaolu turned around and picked up the bath towel on the chair to wrap herself. She originally wanted to sit on the lounge chair by the pool, but after catching a glimpse of Lin Xiuyuan's figure in the water, she sat back down in her previous spot.

She brushed her wet long hair to one side, letting the cool air conditioning breeze brush against her cheeks and neck. The chill was clear, but it also made her heartbeat feel even more restless.

As for Lin Xiuyuan, he dived back into the water, said nothing more, and started swimming again.

As a boy who grew up in the south, his summer vacations during those nine years of compulsory education were almost all spent in various wild excursions and ponds.

Deep mountain pools, small streams by the village, etc. —as long as his legs weren't broken, he would keep jumping in to swim.

His figure cut a clean arc in the water, his well-defined back appearing and disappearing under the sunlight, his shoulder blades and arms rising and falling powerfully with his swimming stroke, like a creature of the water sliding freely.

By the pool, Lin Xiaolu's gaze followed him as he moved in the water, but her heartbeat was still immersed in the kiss from just a moment ago, unable to truly calm down.

She reached out and touched her lips lightly, her mind repeatedly replaying the scene of that embrace and kiss.

This time it was her initiative, clearly and distinctly her initiative.

It wasn't an impulse, not an impromptu performance, but an emotion that had been accumulating in her subconscious for a long time, finally breaking through the soil at that moment.

She suddenly wanted to confirm it again, to confirm that the kiss wasn't an illusion, nor a phantom in the water.

She wanted to experience that emotion again, that moment of palpitation and softness; she needed to remember it firmly.

Therefore, just as Lin Xiuyuan finished two laps and raised his head from the water to catch his breath, he heard Lin Xiaolu's soft call from the shore, "Lin Xiuyuan, come here for a second."

He swam over and stopped in front of her, looking up at her. The sunlight shone through the glass canopy above the pool, making the water droplets on his eyelashes shimmer with light, his expression clear and bright.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Xiuyuan, who had come to the shore and was lying there, wiped his face and asked with some curiosity.

Lin Xiaolu didn't speak, just pulled the bath towel tighter, then slowly leaned down, looking at him with burning eyes, "Come in front of me."

"You aren't trying to tease me, are you? It was clearly you who took the initiative just now."

Although he said this, Lin Xiuyuan stepped on the stairs under the pool and walked to Lin Xiaolu's front, smiling, "What on earth is it? Why don't you come down, and I'll teach you how to swim."

The boy had just finished speaking, but in the next second, the girl's face before him had already quietly approached.

She lowered her head and, gently yet firmly, kissed him again.

This time there was no water wave for cover, nor was it a sudden fall, but in the morning air interwoven with sunlight and water vapor.

Lin Xiaolu consciously, soberly, kissed Lin Xiuyuan.

And the figure who was kissed widened his eyes slightly for a moment, then immediately focused on feeling the warmth that had landed on his lips.

When she slowly left his lips, Lin Xiuyuan still looked up at her, his eyes smiling as he said softly, "Well, did you verify anything?"

This time there was no atmosphere to speak of. Lin Xiuyuan, who had always been very self-aware, knew very clearly that this little Bambi in front of him definitely didn't like him; it was nothing more than 'experiencing' or 'verifying' some feelings.

However, he didn't feel that this was humiliating at all. Getting a free embrace and kiss from a beauty—what was there to be humiliated about?

Facts proved that he had guessed correctly.

Lin Xiaolu, having heard the answer, pursed her lips and smiled, her hands supporting her knees, "Mm, I verified that after that moment passes, kissing feels completely different."

Lin Xiuyuan then chuckled, "Then do you want to try again? I haven't finished enjoying it yet."

"Just wait. There should be a next time."

Lin Xiaolu, like a little fox who had gained an advantage, sat up straight while holding the bath towel and hummed softly, but her eyes were sparkling.

She couldn't hide her smugness.

Lin Xiuyuan shook his head and chuckled, raising his hand to brush the water off his face. He supported himself on the edge of the pool and slowly stood up, water droplets flowing slowly along his shoulders and abdominal lines, while his gaze toward Lin Xiaolu revealed a bit of seriousness and an emotion that refused to be missed, "Don't wait for next time, let's do it now."

Lin Xiaolu was stunned for a moment, while Lin Xiuyuan stepped onto the shore, bringing water vapor and body heat, walking toward her step by step.

She subconsciously shrank back, but couldn't control the curve of her lips.

Half an hour later.

After washing up, the two changed into clean clothes and lay lazily on the sofa, embracing, the atmosphere still lingering with the warmth of water vapor and emotions.

Lin Xiaolu looked back at the man behind her and couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Lin Xiuyuan, I really didn't expect you to be able to hold back."

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"Likewise."

Lin Xiuyuan played with her slender fingers, his tone relaxed, but the fire in his eyes hadn't yet dissipated, though he didn't take it any further.

Even according to this little Bambi in his arms, if he had really wanted to continue just now, she probably wouldn't have refused.

But at the very moment he was about to undo her clothes, he suddenly got a bit of a temper.

You can't just crook your finger slightly and have me offer everything up, right?

Even before you've said a single word, I've already willingly surrendered?

If it were himself from a month ago, perhaps he would have just gone all the way.

But during this time, he had been eating good dishes that were actively delivered to his door; the taste was rich, and naturally, his appetite had become pickier.

So, facing Lin Xiaolu, he actually had a thought of competing: if you don't take that step, I'll stop and see.

See who can't hold back first.

It was nothing more than a 'coitus interruptus' challenge; it wasn't like he hadn't played it before.

Compared to Krystal, who had rushed over with unmasked, burning passion back then, the current Lin Xiaolu was still far behind.

Besides, before coming to Tokyo, he had been "fed" for three whole days, and his mood and state were in a subtle balance of "content but not urgent."

Therefore, when Lin Xiaolu heard the stubbornness that had suddenly emerged in his tone, she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him, both angry and amused.

"Boys like you, you just suddenly get a bit of unreasonable stubborn temper, right?"

I've already hinted so clearly, what else do you want? Do I have to squat down and take off your pants for you?

"Maybe. Rebellion period is like that."

Lin Xiuyuan shrugged. Feeling her body leave his embrace slightly, he simply stretched his arms and looked at Lin Xiaolu, who was sitting in front of him, with a smile.

The other party's clear deer-like eyes stared at him for a while, then she raised her lips and smiled, "I understand. You're deliberately holding back for the sake of a little mood, right?"

However, as a beauty, Lin Xiaolu also had her dignity.

Small things like kissing, she could be more proactive; that wasn't too shameful.

But for that final step, if she still had to be the one to take the initiative, she felt it was a bit too much.

So for the rest of the day, the two began their own "intimate" confrontation.

Today's Tokyo sunlight was bright. The noon sun penetrated the floor-to-ceiling windows and spilled into the room, illuminating the entire room in a pale gold.

Lin Xiuyuan, having finished that conversation, went back into the water to swim another round.

This time he changed into a loose short-sleeved shirt and shorts, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, holding juice in one hand and his other hand in his pocket, looking at the high-rise buildings in the distance and the ever-changing sky.

His shoulders and neck still retained the dampness from swimming, but they were also slightly heated by the sun.

Lin Xiaolu, wearing a refreshing camisole dress, stood beside him, also holding a glass of juice, but she would secretly glance at him from time to time.

Watching this guy's side profile, the outline clear under the sunlight, the brow bone heroic, the eyelashes thick and slightly curled, his eyes focused—he looked so quiet, so serious.

The previous few scenes flashed by, causing Lin Xiaolu's heart to suddenly skip a beat.

Suddenly, she laughed softly, leaned forward, and moved close to his face.

"Lin Xiuyuan," Lin Xiaolu called out.

"Hmm?"

Lin Xiuyuan, wondering what she was doing, turned his head to look, but just as he turned his eyes, he was blocked by the other party's lips.

There was no hesitation, and no warning.

Lin Xiaolu was like a little cat that had suddenly pounced to cause trouble, quiet yet direct.

Her lips pressed against his, not fast or slow, kissing him gently.

Lin Xiuyuan, who was stunned, even though he was still holding the juice, had his body stiffen for a moment before he took the opportunity to put the cup on the table aside, wrapped his arms around her willow waist, and pulled her even tighter.

The sunlight shone obliquely, and the shadows of the two overlapped in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, layer upon layer.

This kiss had more temperature than the one in the pool.

A moment later, Lin Xiaolu, who was gently biting Lin Xiuyuan's lower lip, pulled back half a step, looking at him with shimmering eyes, "How about this time?"

"Can you still hold back?"

Lin Xiuyuan took a deep breath, chuckled, lowered his head, and pecked her on the forehead, "I can hold back, I'm just a bit sugar-drunk." "You're something, looking down on me like that, huh."

Lin Xiaolu was amused by anger, tugged at the clothes on his chest, and with reluctance and a little bit of shyness, turned and walked toward the sofa.

"I could say the same thing, you know," Lin Xiuyuan smiled and shook his head behind her.

And this was just the beginning.

Afternoon.

This time the two didn't go out to eat, but ordered room service.

In the spacious living room of the presidential suite, Lin Xiaolu sat opposite Lin Xiuyuan, watching him eat while poking at the pasta on her plate, calculating something in her heart.

And when Lin Xiuyuan ate, he would occasionally look up at her, his eyes smiling, and a relaxed curve hanging on the corners of his mouth.

One of them ate like a cat being fed, and the other laughed like she was teasing a cat; the atmosphere was as comfortable as an old married couple.

After the meal, Lin Xiuyuan got up to go to the refrigerator for water.

The moment he turned around, a soft force suddenly pounced on him from behind.

Lin Xiaolu, who had rushed over from the dining table, jumped up, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands locked around his neck, a smile with a bit of wildness and playfulness blooming on her lips.

"Let's see how much longer you can hold back." After the panting little Bambi asked, her lips pressed onto his in the next second.

Lin Xiuyuan was kissed by her and couldn't handle it for a moment. He reached back to support her buttocks and held her tighter, but just as he was about to fall into it, he suddenly turned his head and nimbly led the kiss away.

"We just finished eating, don't you plan to call a truce for a while?" He said in a low voice, his voice hoarse, his ears red, as if he were desperately suppressing his temper.

Seeing this, how could Lin Xiaolu let him rest? "What's there to call a truce for? Didn't we just replenish our energy after eating?"

"I'm afraid that if I do intense exercise right after eating, I'll throw up."

Lin Xiaolu was stunned, then angrily punched him, "You're disgusting me, aren't you."

"I'm stating a fact." Lin Xiuyuan smiled.

Lin Xiaolu was so angry she jumped to the ground, went back to the sofa, grabbed a cushion, and threw it at him, "Lin Xiuyuan, you bastard."

Past three in the afternoon.

The two, who had just had a fight earlier, were now reconciled as before, huddled on the sofa watching an old movie.

The movie was chosen by Lin Xiaolu, a French film, the plot long and boring, but the other party was unexpectedly watching it seriously, even leaning on Lin Xiuyuan's shoulder without moving.

Near the climax of the second half of the plot, she suddenly sat up straight, then took the initiative to turn her face again and kissed him directly.

This kiss came not fast or slow, but was extremely lingering, like the softest scene in those slow-motion shots.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't push her away; instead, he took the opportunity to press her onto the back of the sofa, one hand supporting his side, while the other hand firmly pressed on her slender waist. The two's breaths were intertwined, their movements as familiar as if they had been rehearsed many times.

It wasn't until she tried to go a step further, her hand sliding into the hem of his clothes, that Lin Xiuyuan suddenly stopped, looking at her with burning eyes.

He smiled softly, "Can't hold back anymore?"

Lin Xiaolu bit her lip, "Can't you just cooperate a little?"

"Kissing is fine, but if you can't hold back, you have to say it out loud, otherwise you can't just mess around."

Looking at the little Bambi in front of him, Lin Xiuyuan suddenly became pushy.

"Yah, Lin Xiuyuan." Lin Xiaolu was angered, her little mouth puffed up.

"I'm going to take care of a physiological problem."

Lin Xiuyuan laughed back, turned around, got up from her, and walked toward the bathroom, leaving Lin Xiaolu on the sofa staring at his back, feeling extremely stifled.

In the next few hours, Lin Xiaolu used almost every method.

From changing clothes to trying her best to lean on him, including one time when they were washing fruit together to eat.

Lin Xiaolu actually bent down and licked the fruit pulp in her hand in front of him, then looked at him provocatively, "If I do this, will you eat it or not?"

This scene made Lin Xiuyuan almost cut his own tongue with a knife, but he still held back.

There was another time, she was leaning on his legs, scrolling through comments and reading news.

Suddenly she climbed up and kissed him; Lin Xiuyuan didn't refuse, but he didn't make a move either.

And then night fell.

After taking a shower, Lin Xiaolu glanced at the boy on the sofa, then walked into the living room bathroom, intending to blow-dry her hair in front of the mirror.

Lin Xiuyuan, who had been lying there earlier, got up and walked in. Seeing her wearing very little—just a vest and shorts—plus her half-wet hair tips, he immediately felt his temper rise again.

Lin Xiaolu, who felt something, looked back at him and smiled, hooking her finger, "How about this time? Can you still hold back?"

Lin Xiuyuan squinted his eyes and approached her, his hand placed on her waist and tightened slightly. The two were extremely close, but still didn't cross the line.

He asked her in a low voice, "Are you determined to wait for me to speak first?"

Lin Xiaolu smiled cunningly, "It's you who's holding it in."

"Mine is an emotion, not you." Lin Xiuyuan said lightly, the fire in his eyes not yet dissipated, but carrying a trace of stubborn sobriety. This sentence left Lin Xiaolu completely stunned, and several segments of vibrating emotions began in her mind, gradually impacting her psychological dam.

In the next second, Lin Xiuyuan turned and left.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaolu turned her head to look at him and shouted, "Lin Xiuyuan, wait—"

Just at this moment, the electronic sound of the room door rang, interrupting Lin Xiaolu's opening.

Sulli, who had spent the day playing at the amusement park with Hela, was back.

"I'm back."

A cute girl's voice sounded from the entrance, and then Sulli, carrying two bags of things, appeared in the living room, "Oppa, Unnie, I packed some delicious food for you."

As a result, when she saw the state of Lin Xiuyuan and Lin Xiaolu, she vaguely discovered that something was not quite right.

It wasn't that they were too familiar; on the contrary, they had become a bit estranged.

What's the situation?

Did they fight?

Two days later, at night.

Seoul Incheon Airport in 2025.

As a flight landed smoothly and taxied to the end of the runway.

In business class, Dalongzai finally took off her eye mask, stretched, yawned, and looked at the pitch-black night outside the window, saying in a low voice, "Finally back—I'm really a bit tired these past few days."

Almost the exact same posture as the day she left, the same movements, even her expression seemed like it was copy-pasted.

She was still silently staring at Dalongzai's face, her gaze as meticulous as if she were doing a skin management assessment.

Until Dalongzai reached out and waved in front of her, Li Juli then narrowed her eyes slightly and said, "Zhiyan, I've discovered that your current state seems to have fallen back a bit compared to when you left."

"Maybe I'm just tired." Dalongzai leaned lazily against the seat, smiling and narrowing her eyes.

As a result, Li Juli was relentless, "You weren't that tired. You just attended a music festival and held a fan meeting, and you even had time to go shopping."

Speaking of shopping, she suddenly remembered a certain little puppy, her tone pausing, "By the way, Zhiyan, did Xiuyuan still not reply to your messages?"

Because during these few days, she had been sending text messages to Lin Xiuyuan, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea; there was no reply at all.

Dalongzai just picked up her phone to scan it, shook the screen casually, and shrugged, "No. But he told me before that he might be a bit busy going back this time and wouldn't have time to reply to messages for the time being."

Li Juli's eyebrows went up upon hearing this, "What's that? We can even reply to messages while changing clothes backstage; how could he be busy to that extent?"

As a result, Dalongzai added with a smile, "It seems he's going to comfort someone. The other party had an emotional breakdown and was acting suicidal. He said friends have to take turns accompanying the other party, fearing something might happen."

Now Li Juli had no objections; after all, this was a matter of life and death, "Alright then, he didn't tell me about this."

But as soon as the words fell, she keenly captured the satisfied smile that Dalongzai couldn't hide on the corners of her lips.

He didn't tell you, Unnie, but he told me.

Li Juli instantly felt like she had been heavily fed a mouthful of dog food, directly gritting her teeth and reaching out to punch Dalongzai, "I know you guys have rolled around, I know you have a better relationship than me; it's really infuriating."

Just as the two were making a scene, the phone Dalongzai had placed by her leg suddenly lit up, and the notification on the screen attracted their attention.

She swiped, unlocked, and clicked to take a look, and Dalongzai's eyes instantly brightened.

Xiuyuan: I'm back.