Chapter 152: Who makes you more impulsive, me or Lin Xiaolu?

In the very end, Krystal still didn't go with Lin Xiuyuan and Lin Yun'er to do some Bread Making; although she had rushed back today, it was indeed for a certain boy.

But as the big sister, she also knew very well that she should give the little boy some private living space, whether the other party was doing some little bad things or playing some little games.

First allow, then try to understand, and only at the end is it time to talk about reason.

So when Krystal stood downstairs at the Apartment, watching the car driven by Lin Xiuyuan drive into the curtain of rain, the taillights disappearing bit by bit, a faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips, and then she turned and walked into the residential complex.

Actually, she was quite tired too; she had been on the road all last night, and today she was busy for the better part of the day until the afternoon, and then she had to rush back to Seoul to eat and play ball. If she hadn't absorbed some essence liquid last night, she probably really wouldn't have been able to hold out.

However, these things were not known to Lin Xiuyuan; at this moment, he was driving the car, heading straight from the curtain of rain toward the residential complex where Lin Yun'er lived.

He didn't forget to mutter in his mouth, "YoonA, it's raining so late at night, do we really still have to make bread? You don't eat at night anyway, why not make it tomorrow."

"Make it tonight, eat it when you wake up tomorrow, it'll be just right."

Lin Yun'er in the passenger seat slapped Lin Xiuyuan, "Don't nag at me, things that were promised, if you try to back out, I will..."

Originally wanting to use that 'kiss mark' from last night to hold something over Lin Xiuyuan, she suddenly remembered the 'Shura Field' situation tonight where one person leaves the stage and another enters; there was no point in holding anything over him now, the person had already successfully transcended the tribulation.

Hearing Lin Xiuyuan, whose tone paused beside her, couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong, if I back out, what can you do to me, YoonA."

The joyful laughter in her ears made Lin Yun'er laugh along, but when she laughed, she kept staring at Lin Xiuyuan, her playful little expression full of restless emotions.

The car passed through the night's curtain of rain, the wipers sliding across the windshield one by one, rhythmically dispelling the blurred vision.

The streets of Seoul were washed bright by the rain, the streetlights reflecting on the road surface like soft golden candles, paving the way all the way to the front of the residential complex where Lin Yun'er lived.

Lin Xiuyuan slowly parked the car into the familiar Parking Space, and before turning off the engine, he saw Lin Yun'er in the passenger seat had already opened the door and walked down, so he smiled and got out of the car as well.

Soon, the two returned inside the Apartment.

And after entering the door, Lin Yun'er skillfully turned on all the lights and tied up her hair casually.

"You take out the high-gluten flour first, I'm going to change my clothes."

Lin Xiuyuan rummaged through the cabinet and laughed, "I suggest you don't change, just make it in this outfit; anyway, after we're done, we'll take a shower, it even saves on washing clothes."

Perhaps it was Lin Xiuyuan's words that reminded Lin Yun'er, as she stopped in her tracks and looked back at him, "Oh right, I worked up a sweat playing ball earlier, how about we take a shower before making it? I don't want to eat bread that tastes like sweat."

Hearing this, Lin Xiuyuan found it quite funny, "Not to that extent, the air conditioning in the car dried it off."

"The smell won't dissipate." Lin Yun'er wrinkled her nose, "Go wash up, the clothes you changed out of last night are dry too."

"I won't go, just changing clothes isn't much use."

"Underwear, right?" Lin Yun'er laughed again and looked at Lin Xiuyuan, her tone matter-of-fact, "I bought some for you."

"Huh?"

This answer directly shocked Lin Xiuyuan, "When did you buy them? No, weren't we together all day today? When did you learn shadow clone technique?"

Looking at the shocked Lin Xiuyuan, Lin Yun'er smiled as she walked into the walk-in closet, then took out a bag containing a box and handed it to him, "Didn't I call a delivery runner to buy tools this afternoon? I bought you a few pairs of underwear while I was at it."

"Hiss~"

After understanding the situation, Lin Xiuyuan looked at Lin Yun'er somewhat strangely after taking the bag, "Aren't you afraid of news like 【Lin Yun'er living alone at home buying men's underwear】?"

"What's there to be afraid of? There are plenty of women who use men's underwear as safety shorts now. Besides, I always have the delivery runner leave it at the door and only take it in when there's no one around."

After saying this, Lin Yun'er smiled and pointed at the bag, "By the way, there's a set of pajamas inside, see if it fits."

"Pajamas?" Lin Xiuyuan repeated subconsciously, "You want me to... sleep for a while?"

"Not asking you to sleep, just to wear something comfortable," Lin Yun'er glanced at him, "Just change out of it after we finish making the bread."

Then it was time to wash up; when Lin Xiuyuan came out after his shower, the moisture was still not quite dry on the tips of his hair, with a few damp strands sticking to his forehead, making him look exceptionally fresh and clean.

Then he looked down at the new pajamas he was wearing; the texture was very smooth, the kind of soft silk that made a "swish" sound whenever he moved slightly, clearly not a cheap item.

After washing, Lin Xiuyuan wiped his hair with a towel while walking to the Living Room sofa to sit down, and casually turned on the TV, not really watching it, just letting the background noise serve as a companion to the quiet night.

Until the door of the master bedroom was pushed open gently.

"Xiuyuan."

Lin Yun'er's voice called out softly.

Then Lin Xiuyuan raised his head and looked over subconsciously.

His gaze stopped the moment it touched her.

Under the warm yellow light of the bedroom, Lin Yun'er had changed into a new nightgown. Different from the cute-style cotton set from last night, she was clearly going for a lethal route tonight.

A lace and silk camisole long dress, the color being that elegant tone between nude pink and light apricot.

The straps perfectly revealed her collarbone and shoulder line, while the lace trim on the chest was faintly visible.

Although the hem of the dress was long, it swayed with her steps, lifting a corner slightly, revealing the lines of her calves in a vague and elusive way.

What made Lin Xiuyuan unable to pull his gaze away even more was that entire expanse of smooth back revealed when Lin Yun'er turned to walk to the Kitchen after calling his name.

The dress opened from the center of her spine all the way down to near the waistline, with thin straps crisscrossing to secure the garment, but also further outlining the curves of Lin Yun'er's back.

As Lin Yun'er walked, she brushed her long hair to one side, exposing the skin of her other shoulder and back to the light, so white it seemed to reflect light.

Then she took a bottle of water from the Kitchen refrigerator and walked naturally in front of Lin Xiuyuan, as if completely unaware of the lethality of her outfit, "Why is your hair still wet? Hurry up and blow-dry it?"

Lin Xiuyuan sat up straighter, his eyes still carrying the shock from just a moment ago, "You're really testing me here, YoonA."

"Hmm?" Lin Yun'er blinked, asking as if playing dumb, "In what way?"

Then, without waiting for Lin Xiuyuan to answer, she smiled and handed him the soda water in her hand, turning again to walk toward the bathroom, her back view making Lin Xiuyuan's heart tremble.

A moment later, Lin Yun'er, who had brought the hair dryer, stood by the sofa again and beckoned to Lin Xiuyuan, "Come over here, I'll blow-dry your hair for you."

Facing this offer, let alone refusing, hesitating for even a second would be a disrespect to Lin Yun'er's outfit.

So Lin Xiuyuan immediately shifted his butt over, and under Lin Yun'er's smile, sat in front of her, looking at the nightgown in front of him at close range.

Lin Yun'er stood in front of him, holding the hair dryer, but her eyes were looking at him with a half-smile, as if some little thoughts were hidden in those beautiful eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She tilted her head and asked, her tone light.

Lin Xiuyuan leaned back, making himself comfortable against the sofa back, his tone feigning calmness, "I'm looking at your outfit... are you trying to make me run a fever?"

"You're not a primary schooler anymore, can you really get all heated up just by looking at a sexy woman? Haven't Xiujing and Zhiyan already trained you?"

Lin Yun'er rolled her eyes, but her tone didn't have a hint of anger; instead, it carried a teasing implication.

After saying this, she pressed the switch on the hair dryer, and warm air immediately blew out from the nozzle, carrying waves of fragrance...

It was not the scent of shampoo, but that faint fragrance on her body, slightly sweet yet not cloying, like the sticky sweetness of candy that has just melted.

Lin Yun'er bent down, aiming the nozzle at Lin Xiuyuan's hair roots, while using her fingertips to gently ruffle his hair so the air could blow more evenly.

Her movements were unhurried, carrying a meticulous tenderness, yet her fingertips occasionally brushed against his forehead, ears, or neck.

Lin Xiuyuan closed his eyes; he had originally just wanted to relax, but as those hands swept past from time to time, he suddenly felt it was a bit hard to breathe.

It was not that the air was too hot, but that she was too close.

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"YoonA," he suddenly spoke, his voice carrying a smile, "are you doing this on purpose?"

"Hmm?" Lin Yun'er looked down at him, the smile on her face not fading, "Doing what on purpose?"

"You know my self-control isn't great, yet you dress like this and lean in so close," Lin Xiuyuan said, lifting his eyes to look at her, his gaze already holding a hint of ambiguity.

Lin Yun'er did not immediately pull away; instead, she leaned in even closer, the nozzle of the hair dryer resting against the side of Lin Xiuyuan's neck.

As his hair fluttered lightly, she pressed against his ear and asked in a lowered voice.

"Xiuyuan, between me and Lin Xiaolu, who makes you feel more sexually aroused?"

"Hmm?"

Lin Xiuyuan, whose eyes widened instantly, subconsciously wanted to answer, but was lightly poked on the shoulder by her.

"Forget it, you don't have to say it."

After saying this, Lin Yun'er stood up straight as if nothing had happened and continued to diligently blow-dry Lin Xiuyuan's hair, but a playful sense of triumph lingered at the corners of her mouth.

The sound of the air hummed softly as her fingers slowly slid from the top of his head to the back, then brushed past his neck from behind his ears.

It was a touch that was almost seductive, neither excessive nor distant, yet it made one's heart itch uncontrollably.

Lin Xiuyuan felt as if he were trapped in a gentle snare; he knew it was a snare, yet he did not want to escape at all.

Finally, when she turned off the hair dryer, that heat not only failed to dissipate but swirled even more intensely in his heart.

"Alright, it's dry," Lin Yun'er said with a smile as she put away the hair dryer, "you can focus on Bread Making now."

A few minutes later.

The Kitchen lights were warm and soft, and a row of freshly measured ingredients sat on the island counter; Lin Xiuyuan was standing there, looking down at the flour, but he could not focus his attention at all.

In his mind, Lin Yun'er's casual yet devastatingly lethal words still echoed.

【Xiuyuan, between me and Lin Xiaolu, who makes you feel more sexually aroused?】

That teasing whisper was like a nail, driven fiercely deep into his consciousness, impossible to pull out no matter how he tried.

He subconsciously lifted his head.

Lin Yun'er was standing on the other side of the island counter, seriously reciting the steps for kneading dough, her tone as steady as a professional baking instructor, "First add the water, then..."

Before she could finish, she noticed Lin Xiuyuan's gaze, stopped her hands, and looked at him, "Hmm? Xiuyuan, why do you keep staring at me?"

Lin Xiuyuan did not answer, just quietly staring at her face.

More accurately, at those slightly parted lips.

Her lips had a moist luster, as if she had just drunk water; they were full and rosy, with a rounded and distinct shape, and as she spoke, they moved slightly, as if tempting one to lean in, to touch, and to verify whether that softness was truly real.

Yet in this moment of staring, another image flashed through his mind uncontrollably.

It was Lin Xiaolu in 2013.

The same lips, the same clean, gentle softness, without adornment and without defenses, like the purest shade of color in one's youth.

Lin Xiuyuan's Adam's apple moved slightly, his gaze instantly becoming hot and impulsive.

The next second, he put down the glass bowl in his hand, crossed the gap on the side of the island counter, and walked to Lin Yun'er in two or three steps.

Before Lin Yun'er could react, she felt the space in front of her darken, and the next moment, her entire person was enclosed in a familiar and solid embrace.

Just as she was about to speak, Lin Xiuyuan's kiss suddenly pressed down.

Without preamble and without hesitation, carrying a sudden decisiveness and surging emotion, it sealed the lips that had just been teasing him.

At that moment, the air seemed to explode into countless tiny electric currents, diffusing, leaping, and burning between the two.

Lin Yun'er seemed to have had a premonition; she did not push him away, but instead quietly closed her eyes, letting his emotions pour down.

She even stood on her tiptoes, cooperating with his movements to make the kiss deeper and closer.

A few seconds later, Lin Yun'er slowly pulled back from Lin Xiuyuan's embrace, lipstick still lingering on the corners of her mouth, her eyes misted with light, her breathing slightly disordered.

But she smiled, smiling like a little Bambi that had just succeeded.

"Lin Xiaolu really is an idiot," she said softly, her eyes looking both amused and mocking, "Look, didn't you initiate this yourself?"

Lin Xiaolu:???

Lin Xiuyuan:???

(End of chapter)