Chapter 387: Plump and Fair

Year 25, inside a mall in Dubai.

When Lin Xiuyuan carried the takeout bag and followed the restaurant name Sunny had sent, after circling the fourth floor of the mall for a short while, he finally found the place.

This was a restaurant specializing in Middle Eastern fusion cuisine; the entrance was decorated with an Arabic-style arched frame, and looking inside, every table was lit with a small, candlestick-style electronic lamp.

The warm yellow halo reflected on the dark tablecloth, creating an atmosphere quite suitable for a few people to sit down and chat slowly.

Amidst the waiter's "Welcome" greeting, Lin Xiuyuan walked inside, his gaze sweeping over several tables, and he quickly locked onto the spot near the corner.

He saw four familiar figures sitting around a square table.

Li Juli and Park Hyomin were sitting side by side on the side against the wall, with Dalongzai sitting opposite them.

And the figure sitting right next to Dalongzai, leaning in so close that she was almost pressed against Dalongzai, who else could it be but Sunny.

In Lin Xiuyuan's view, Sunny was currently leaning sideways, one hand propped on the tabletop, while the other hand was gesturing at something.

Her head was leaning toward Dalongzai, and she was still talking incessantly.

Dalongzai's expression was a bit subtle.

It was as if she was humoring her, yet also as if she was holding back laughter, and there was also a hint of wanting to dodge to the side but feeling too embarrassed to do so.

Having observed the situation, Lin Xiuyuan continued walking forward with the bag, and only when he got closer did he hear clearly what Sunny was saying to Dalongzai.

"————So where exactly did you guys get that treatment done?"

Sunny's voice carried genuine curiosity, along with a little bit of urgency, "Look at the state of your skin, really, I'm not exaggerating, it's truly enviable. And Juli unnie and Enjing, you guys feel like you've suddenly undergone Rejuvenation; how on earth did you manage it?"

As she spoke, she got carried away and reached out to touch Dalongzai's arm a few times, touching her until Dalongzai was truly caught between laughter and tears.

"Unnie————"

Just as she opened her mouth, she caught a glimpse of a familiar figure walking this way out of the corner of her eye, so Dalongzai's eyes lit up, and she found her savior almost instantly.

Her speaking speed suddenly became very fast, "Didn't I say before, it's some products researched by a friend of Xiuyuan's, they haven't hit the market yet, so if you want them, unnie————"

Saying this, her gaze landed very decisively on Lin Xiuyuan, who was walking over, "Then you'll have to ask him yourself."

At this moment, Sunny also noticed the change in her gaze, so she turned her head to follow.

And then she saw the man carrying a takeout bag in his hand, walking slowly toward this side.

Seeing Lin Xiuyuan, she narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth curling into an ambiguous arc, "Yo, the delivery guy is here. Did you hear my conversation with Zhiyan?"

The teased Lin Xiuyuan walked to the table, placed the bag on the tabletop, and then sat down next to Li Juli very naturally.

Li Juli, who had been watching the show, smiled and moved aside to make room for him.

At the same time, she didn't forget to take the bag he put down and started taking out the coffee and cakes.

"I heard it." Lin Xiuyuan answered Sunny's previous question, his tone very calm, "But there's nothing I can do."

"What do you mean nothing you can do?" Sunny pressed.

"The raw materials are scarce~" Lin Xiuyuan leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, "So there aren't many products online for now, and this product is currently only in the testing phase; I wouldn't dare let you use it."

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Faced with this explanation, Sunny raised her eyebrows at Lin Xiuyuan very skeptically.

At this time, Park Hyomin, who was listening on the side, suddenly interjected, "Then why do you dare let Zhiyan and Juli unnie use it?"

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"They trust me." Lin Xiuyuan answered righteously.

"Then I————"

Before she could finish her sentence, Lin Xiuyuan had already cut in, "Don't say it yet, the prerequisite is signing a contract, and there's no compensation if your face gets ruined, okay."

The tone of this addition was very flat, as if he were saying the weather was nice today.

It directly caused Park Hyomin, who still wanted to speak, to have her subsequent remarks stuck in her throat.

Likewise, Sunny, who had also wanted to speak, fell silent after hearing this sentence.

The two looked at each other, then each averted their gaze.

Trust is a simple thing to talk about, but when it really comes down to it, it's not such an easy matter.

It's true that they knew Lin Xiuyuan, and it's true that their relationship was good, but to say they trusted him enough to be willing to gamble their own faces on a product in the testing phase, it really hadn't reached that point yet.

The table was quiet for a few seconds.

During this time, Park Hyomin lowered her head, as if thinking about something.

Compared to the few times Sunny and Lin Xiuyuan had met, even if their personalities got along, the trust value wasn't very high yet.

In contrast, she and Lin Xiuyuan were much more familiar, and there had been a few moments of romantic tension.

So after a moment, she raised her head, looked at Lin Xiuyuan, and nodded, "I can."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was steady, "If a contract really needs to be signed, I can sign it. Xiuyuan, please help me ask about it next time."

Sunny, on the side, heard this, and her gaze immediately fell on Park Hyomin, lingering for a few seconds.

Then it shifted to Lin Xiuyuan, shifted back to Park Hyomin, and finally shifted back to Lin Xiuyuan's face.

After repeating this a few times, the expression on that little face became increasingly subtle, as if something was slowly taking shape in her eyes, but it was unclear what exactly it was.

However, Lin Xiuyuan didn't notice the change in her expression.

Or rather, even if he had noticed, he pretended not to; being a bit oblivious meant he wouldn't be questioned too much.

So, along with Li Juli, he started distributing coffee and cakes to everyone.

"This cup is for you, Teacher Shun Gui." He first placed a cup with a label on it in front of Sunny, "Americano, light ice, right?"

Sunny nodded.

Then he continued, "This cup is Hyomin's, latte, normal sugar."

Park Hyomin took the cup and said thank you.

"Juli, yours, hot Americano."

Li Juli took the cup and smiled.

"Zhiyan, you—"

Just then, Dalongzai interrupted him, reaching out to take it herself, "Don't say it, I'll take my own."

She then reached out to take the last cup of coffee for herself and casually picked up a piece of cake.

After the food and drinks were distributed, Lin Xiuyuan raised his hand to call the waiter and ordered a black tea.

The waiter nodded, noted the order, and left.

Seeing his actions, Sunny couldn't help but tease, "Drinking tea right after coffee, you definitely won't be sleeping tonight."

Lin Xiuyuan smiled at this, didn't take the bait, and instead asked, "Weren't you always in Lion City? How did you end up coming to Dubai to play?"

"I worked for a whole year." Sunny picked up her coffee and took a sip, "Can't I have a few days of vacation to rest?"

"Understood." Lin Xiuyuan nodded, expressing his understanding.

"Besides, even people as busy as YoonA and Taeyeon have come out for vacation." Seeing Lin Xiuyuan nod, Sunny continued, her tone carrying a hint of teasing, "Is it that strange for a retired idol like me to come out for a trip?"

Detecting that little tone, Lin Xiuyuan chuckled, "I'm just asking, don't be so aggressive."

"You call this aggressive?" Sunny shot him a glare, "I haven't even settled the score with you for calling me fat."

As she spoke, her eyes held a hint of a threat, her gaze sweeping across the table as if looking for something to throw.

Unfortunately, the table only had coffee cups, porcelain cups, and a few pieces of already-cut cake; none of them were suitable as weapons.

Watching her movements, Lin Xiuyuan couldn't help but laugh, and he began to explain himself, "Teacher Sunny, you don't know, but where we're from, when we say 'fat', it actually means cute."

He then added in very standard Cantonese, "Fei fei baak baak, do you understand?"

Those syllables coming from his mouth carried a rhythm completely different from Mandarin or Korean, and to the ears, it inexplicably felt gentle.

The few people at the table were all stunned for a moment.

They had known Lin Xiuyuan for so long, yet this was the first time they had heard him speak Cantonese so seriously.

The pronunciation of those words was very standard, and the rise and fall of the tone carried a flavor often heard when watching Hong Kong movies as a child.

Once that filter was added, it seemed as if he himself appeared—a little handsome.

So Sunny's expression also paused, her eyes looking at Lin Xiuyuan suspiciously, "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" Lin Xiuyuan said, directly taking out his phone, opening a search app, typing in the content, and then handing the screen to Sunny.

Sunny looked down.

On the screen was an explanation: it was roughly the specific meaning of the dialect term the other party had just said, and it indeed contained descriptions like "describing a person as fair and plump, cute."

After reading it, she raised her head, her gaze lingering on Lin Xiuyuan's face for a few seconds.

Then she gave a light hum, "Fine, I'll barely believe you this once."

In fact, she knew clearly in her heart that most of what this guy Lin Xiuyuan said was made up on the spot.

But it sounded quite pleasant, and this excuse was found quite well, so she would let him off.

Thinking of this, Sunny picked up her coffee and took another sip, then changed the subject, "By the way, Xiuyuan, I heard from Xiaomin that you've been getting very close to the current top star of SM."

Her eyes held a bit of gossip, "It seems you've already won her over? What's going on? Tell us about it."

"Who?" Hearing this, Lin Xiuyuan's gaze immediately turned to Park Hyomin.

"Don't pretend, you know who I'm talking about, Xiaomin told me everything."

Upon hearing her own name, Park Hyomin immediately lowered her head to drink coffee.

Especially after feeling Lin Xiuyuan's gaze on her, her movements paused, and then she continued to take two sips.

During this time, she didn't even lift her eyes, not daring to make eye contact with Lin Xiuyuan at all, fearing the other party would settle the score.

Watching Park Hyomin's "it has nothing to do with me" look, Lin Xiuyuan chuckled and replied, "Just friends."

"You say that." Sunny glanced at Dalongzai, who was huddled with Lin Xiuyuan looking at the phone, and cued her, "Then is Zhiyan your friend too?"

Dalongzai, who was showing Lin Xiuyuan something on her phone, had her head almost touching his because they were huddled so close.

And upon hearing Sunny suddenly cue her, she looked up and smiled, "Unnie, you guys chat, don't drag me into this."

"Zhiyan is a good friend." Lin Xiuyuan replied.

Having just finished speaking, Dalongzai laughed and gave him a slap.

It landed on Lin Xiuyuan's arm, not heavy, carrying a playful meaning, "What kind of talk is that."

Opposite them, Sunny watched the two flirting, how could she not understand.

But she didn't ask further, just turned her gaze to the more familiar Park Hyomin.

Feeling the gaze, Park Hyomin looked up, but her face was full of frustration.

Because she knew that, in fact, she didn't know much more than Sunny.

Being isolated felt a bit uncomfortable.

2013, Seoul.

In a living room on a high floor of an apartment building in Gangnam District, not too large but tidily and warmly decorated, two people were sitting cross-legged on the carpet.

On the small coffee table in front were a few bottles of soju, a few small side dishes, and an order of takeout fried chicken that had just arrived.

Outside the window was the street scene of a Seoul winter night, neon lights flickering in the distance, cars driving by occasionally, their lights dragging a brief trail of light across the glass.

——

The heating was on full blast, the room was warm and cozy, forming a sharp contrast with the sub-zero temperature outside.

That same Sunny, which is Lee Sunkyu of this space-time, was wearing loose loungewear, her hair tied casually into a bun, sitting on the carpet in front of the sofa.

She held the remote control in her hand, changing channels on the TV, but her gaze wasn't really on the screen.

And sitting opposite her was Park Hyomin.

The Park Hyomin of Tara here.

She was much younger than the married Park Hyomin who was drinking coffee and joking with Sunny in Dubai, still having a bit of baby fat on her face, and her eyes didn't have such deep worldly experience.

Only, her expression at this moment carried obvious fatigue and irritability.

She picked up the soju in front of her and took a large gulp.

Sunny, holding the remote, glanced at her without a word, then simply picked up the bottle and filled her glass again.

A rerun of a Variety Show was playing on the TV, and laughter spilled from the speakers, but as neither of them was really watching, the laughter seemed somewhat abrupt.

After finishing that drink, Park Hyomin set down her glass and sighed, "It's really annoying!!"

Sunny set the remote aside and leaned toward her.

"What's wrong? Did the company make arrangements for you again?"

"What else?" Park Hyomin's tone carried a hint of self-mockery. "It's the end of the year, and they feel we still need to come back to Seoul to promote. Saying something about how it's the local market after all and we can't completely give it up, so they're making us come back to prepare for the year-end stages."

As she spoke, she gave an example, "In Zhiyan's words, it's like pressing a hot face against someone's cold backside."

Hearing this, Sunny was silent for a second.

She knew what Park Hyomin was talking about.

After all, everyone in the industry was clear about Tara's situation in Seoul.

Don't look at how their overseas schedules were flying high, their popularity in other East Asian countries had always been stable, and they had countless fans in Southeast Asia.

But in Seoul, here on the Peninsula, they remained at the level of being boycotted.

It wasn't a major event, but it wasn't a minor one either.

Yet it was this invisible, omnipresent resistance that was the most wearing.

"Actually, Enjing and Zhiyan both made suggestions to the company," Park Hyomin continued, her voice a bit muffled. "They said coming back at this time might not have a good result. But the company decided it, and there's nothing we can do."

As she spoke, she drank another mouthful of alcohol herself.

Sunny, who had been listening quietly, looked at her, patted her shoulder gently, and comforted her very softly, "It's okay. I see the voices online have quieted down a lot now; it should be better after some time."

But Park Hyomin shook her head. "I've already given up hope on that."

She said this sentence very flatly.

It wasn't the flatness of despair, but the flatness of truly having no hope left.

So much so that even the energetic Sunny felt a bit uneasy after hearing this tone.

So she looked at her seriously and said, "Xiaomin, don't think like that yet. Actually, even if the situation in Seoul isn't good, your popularity in other East Asian countries or in Southeast Asia is very good. Some places aren't much different from us, so it's still quite good."

These words made Park Hyomin's expression loosen slightly, and the corners of her mouth curved into a faint arc. "Actually, we all know this, and fortunately we have what you mentioned, otherwise Su Yan unnie would probably want to retire and go date someone."

This suddenly popped-up name made Sunny pause, then she laughed. "As expected of Su Yan unnie, but it's normal too. Look at YoonA and Xiuyan, aren't they the same?"

"Are you referring to Lin Xiuyuan?" Park Hyomin replied almost subconsciously.

Sunny smiled slightly.

"See, you knew it."

"That's because they never intended to hide it." Park Hyomin's tone carried a bit of helplessness and a bit of an indescribable meaning. "It's too exaggerated. I don't know what kind of drug that guy gave YoonA and the others; sometimes I really wonder if it's a cult."

While speaking, she didn't forget to pick up a piece of rice cake, put it in her mouth, and chew it fiercely.

Yet in her mind, some images flashed involuntarily—

Tokyo, Hot Spring, an ambiguous atmosphere, and that face that was always smiling.

So her expression was dazed for a moment, then quickly recovered.

However, Sunny didn't notice her abnormality and just laughed out loud. "Is it that exaggerated?"

After laughing, an idea suddenly flashed through her mind. "Xiaomin, how about we call Lin Xiuyuan over to have a drink together?"

Facing this suggestion, Park Hyomin's expression just paused, then she looked at Sunny and said, "Call him if you want."

Only her voice carried a bit of annoyance. "That guy doesn't even reply to my messages anymore. If I didn't know better, I'd think he blocked me. Every time I ask him, he has all sorts of reasons to brush me off."

The more she thought about it, the angrier Park Hyomin got, and she reached out and slapped the cushion beside her.

The cushion was slapped into a dent, then slowly bounced back.

Seeing her like this, the smile on Sunny's face deepened. "Hahaha, when you told me before, I thought you were just joking with me. I didn't expect it to be real."

Teased, Park Hyomin didn't speak, just drank another mouthful of alcohol.

However, Sunny leaned closer to her, her eyes filled with gossip. "Xiaomin, what's going on with you two? Could it be that Lin Xiuyuan has some misunderstanding?"

"There's no misunderstanding," Park Hyomin denied. "None."

But her mind began to recall.

From the time she met Lin Xiuyuan, to the few meetings later, to that time in Tokyo—

Was there really something wrong somewhere?

Did she say something she shouldn't have?

Or did she do something that made him uncomfortable?

But after thinking it through, she couldn't come up with any reason.

So she finished half a glass of alcohol, feeling even more depressed.

Sunny watched her like this and didn't press further; she very decisively picked up her phone, found Lin Xiuyuan's number, and pressed the call button.

The sound of "beep~ beep~" came from the receiver.

One ring, two rings, three rings.

Then—

No one answered.

This situation made Sunny frown, then she dialed again.

The result was still no answer.

Refusing to believe it, she dialed a third time.

This time, it was still no answer.

Park Hyomin, sitting beside her, watched her make three calls in a row with no one answering, and her originally depressed mood suddenly felt a little better.

So she couldn't help but laugh a little, her tone carrying a hint of schadenfreude, "Oh, so it's not just me. You're the same, Shun Gui, so I feel much more balanced now."

Upon hearing this, Sunny rolled her eyes at her, speechless.

She stared at her phone screen for a while, hesitated, then flipped to another number and pressed the dial button.

The name of that number was Zheng Xiuyan.

The phone rang twice before it was picked up.

"Hello, Shun Gui, what's wrong?" Zheng Xiuyan's signature voice came through the receiver, carrying a bit of fatigue but still very gentle.

"Sica." Sunny asked directly, "Do you know what that guy Lin Xiuyuan is doing? He isn't answering his phone at all."

There was silence on the other end of the line for a second.

At this moment, Zheng Xiuyan, who was sitting in front of her desk editing a design draft on her computer screen, paused the stylus in her hand after hearing Sunny's question.

Then she spoke quite naturally, "Oh, you mean him? It seems he went out to sea fishing with some people. I guess there's no signal, or maybe he didn't hear the ringtone."

Her tone was very calm, as if she really knew about this.

"Do you have something urgent to find him for?"

"Is that so? Actually, it's nothing urgent, just wanted to find him for a little drink," Sunny answered truthfully.

"Then that's probably unlikely," Zheng Xiuyan laughed.

Seeing this, Sunny could only sigh, "Alright, since he's not here, then never mind. I won't disturb your rest, goodnight."

"Mm, goodnight."

The call ended.

Zheng Xiuyan, who had finished the call, looked at the phone screen, then put the phone down and let her gaze fall back onto the computer screen; those lines and color blocks suddenly became a bit blurry.

Out to sea fishing?

Of course, she knew Lin Xiuyuan hadn't gone fishing.

It was just that she knew exactly where that guy was now; if it couldn't get through and no one answered, he must have run off to the year 25 side.

Zheng Xiuyan, who had been sitting on the stool pondering for a few seconds, slowly put down the stylus and stood up.

Then she walked to the wardrobe, pulled open the door, and grabbed a coat at random.

Year 25, Dubai.

At dusk, the light in the restaurant gradually dimmed, and the sky outside the window slowly transitioned from clear blue to a layer of faint orange-red.

In a little while, it would sink completely into the night.

Lin Xiuyuan glanced at the time on his phone, then looked at the few people at the table who were chatting enthusiastically.

The black tea had been refilled for the third pot, and the cakes had long been finished, leaving only a few empty cups and small plates scattered on the table.

Thinking about the situation, he decided to head out first, "Alright, you guys keep chatting, I'm leaving first."

Sunny looked up at him, her eyes carrying a hint of surprise, "So early? What time is it?"

"It's not that," Lin Xiuyuan smiled, "It's mainly because it's rare for you old friends to gather together, so I won't get in the way here."

Park Hyomin rolled her eyes at him upon hearing this, "The way you say that, it's like you aren't an old friend too."

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"I am, but I'm afraid Teacher Shun Gui will continue to grill me," Lin Xiuyuan glanced toward Sunny, his tone carrying a bit of teasing, "If you keep asking, I'm afraid I'll say things I shouldn't."

Sunny hummed, "What do you have that you shouldn't say?"

Lin Xiuyuan didn't answer, just smiled and waved his hand, then looked at Li Juli and Dalongzai.

"You guys take your time shopping, call me if anything comes up."

Li Juli nodded, and Dalongzai waved at him.

Then, after saying goodbye to them, Lin Xiuyuan turned and walked toward the restaurant entrance, passed through the tables of guests who were dining, pushed open the door, and returned to the mall.

Once out, the air conditioning hit his face; the temperature was a few degrees lower than in the restaurant, which made him feel refreshed.

And Lin Xiuyuan, who had walked out of the restaurant, didn't go downstairs immediately, but stood in place and thought for a moment.

Liu Zhimin should still be shopping with Hwang Yeji and Shin Yuna right now; it's estimated they won't be done for a while.

Going over now would only disturb them.

And to be honest, Lin Xiuyuan was also a bit tired.

It wasn't physical fatigue, he just wanted to be alone for a while.

Thinking of this, he left the mall directly and returned to the Jiudian.

And after resting at the Jiudian for a while, he thought of something else, got up and came to the bathroom door, pushed open the Time Gate, and planned to go back to the Villa for a trip.

After returning to the Villa, Lin Xiuyuan went straight to the master bedroom and opened the drawer of the nightstand.

Inside, several boxes of things were placed neatly; they were the ones Krystal had prepared a few months ago, but because of some situations later on, they hadn't been used and were left here.

And Lin Xiuyuan running back to the Villa this time was to make use of these things.

Last night's battle was too intense, and he had used up all the ones provided by the Jiudian.

Thinking of this, Lin Xiuyuan grabbed two boxes at random.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, he suddenly remembered something, stopped, and opened another drawer to rummage through it.

Hmm, there were still a few spare boxes, save them for next time.

Then he closed the drawer, turned to find a room door, and returned to the Year Apartment to make a transfer.

But Lin Xiuyuan was stunned the moment he stepped into the Apartment.

Because the originally dim Apartment was now lit up.

And there was someone standing in the entryway.

Zheng Xiuyan.

She was standing by the door wearing that beige coat, one hand still on the doorknob; it was obvious she had just come in.

Upon hearing the movement, she turned her head sharply, her gaze landing straight on Lin Xiuyuan.

The two people's gazes collided in mid-air.

Lin Xiuyuan blinked, unable to react for a moment, "Xiuyan? Why did you come over?"

Zheng Xiuyan did not answer immediately.

Her gaze slowly moved down from his face, landing on his hand hanging by his side.

To be precise, it landed on the two small boxes he hadn't put away yet.

Then her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her gaze shifted from those two boxes, landing back on his face, "I originally wanted to come over and give you a surprise, but now it seems, it doesn't seem necessary."

Lin Xiuyuan followed her gaze and looked down, only then realizing he was still clutching the two boxes he had just brought from the Villa.

So, almost subconsciously, he hid his hand behind his back, then felt that this action was too stupid, and hurriedly changed it to stuffing them into his pocket.

After stuffing them away, he gave two awkward coughs.

Watching his flustered appearance, the expression on Zheng Xiuyan's face didn't change, she just rolled her eyes at him while suppressing a laugh, "Forget it, I can't be bothered with you; it seems you still know how to be careful."

"Hehe, hehe." Lin Xiuyuan followed up with two dry laughs.

Fortunately, Zheng Xiuyan didn't continue this topic; she took off her coat, draped it casually over the back of the sofa, and then looked at Lin Xiuyuan.

"Alright, I won't disturb your hunting for beauties, do me a favor."

"What favor?"

"Take me over to the Villa side, I have some data I want to look through, and then you can go back to your business."

As she spoke, she had already walked toward him, preparing to pass through the Time Gate that was still open.

"Ah, no, I have nothing to do," Lin Xiuyuan said, stepping aside.

Zheng Xiuyan, who had reached the Gate, stopped, poked her head in to take a look, and after confirming it was the familiar environment, stepped inside.

And Lin Xiuyuan followed her in, closing the Gate behind him.

Seeing Lin Xiuyuan follow her over, Zheng Xiuyan's lips curled into a smile, "What, did she ignore you?"

"No, it was just a dessert," Lin Xiuyuan said casually.

Zheng Xiuyan raised an eyebrow.

"Dessert?"

"Mm." Lin Xiuyuan turned his head to look at her, "But why did you suddenly run over here?"

Zheng Xiuyan did not answer immediately, but instead briefly explained the matter of Sunny calling her earlier, and how she helped cover it up with the lie of "going out to sea to fish."

Finally, she concluded, "I originally wanted to come over and properly reward you for the hard work of finding the base, but now it seems, someone is living quite comfortably."

Hearing this, the corners of Lin Xiuyuan's mouth slowly curved upward, "How could that be?"

At the same time, he reached out to wrap his arm around Zheng Xiuyan's willow waist and pulled her toward him.

And Zheng Xiuyan didn't dodge, leaning into his embrace as she went.

"I just said it, it was just a dessert; you are my main course."

Hearing this, Zheng Xiuyan couldn't help but laugh, but after laughing, she glared at him, "Get lost, do you think this description is good?"

"Then a concubine and a legal wife?" Lin Xiuyuan thought for a moment and changed his phrasing.

Zheng Xiuyan, stunned again, was caught between laughter and tears as she raised her foot to kick him, "Go away, you really want three wives and four concubines, or to be an emperor, right?"

But just as her foot was raised, it was grabbed by the ankle by Lin Xiuyuan.

Zheng Xiuyan struggled a bit, but couldn't move.

Then she saw Lin Xiuyuan had already pounced on her with a laugh.

A few minutes later.

"Do we need to?"

"Consider it the price for your reckless eating of desserts."

"————Ah!!!"

An exaggerated wail rang out, followed by a peal of laughter like silver bells.

That laughter echoed in the quiet Living Room, mixed with the faint sound of running water from the courtyard outside the window, and the flickering lights of the distant City Pop.

The night was deep.