Chapter 412: A Satisfying and Fulfilling Day (Seeking Subscriptions and Monthly Tickets)

When the group over on the '13 side was frozen in place by Lin Xiaolu's reply, each silently digesting their emotions.

In the Villa in '25, however, a completely different atmosphere was present.

The curtains of the third-floor master bedroom were drawn tightly shut, leaving only a tiny slit at the corner.

Outside the window, it was raining; the rain threads tapped softly yet densely against the glass, emitting a series of faint, lingering sounds.

Because it was a rainy day, there was no sunlight reflecting in, and the entire room was shrouded in a dim, quiet gray tone.

Yet, under these very conditions, on that wide, charcoal-gray bedsheet, a delicate body was slowly waking from the depths of sleep.

She first moved her fingers slightly, as if confirming the sensation of her body, then her arms pulled in slightly, adding a few creases to the bedsheet.

However, she remained lying on the bed, her cheek buried in the soft pillow.

After a moment, she slowly turned over, changing from lying on her stomach to lying on her side, her movements very light.

Just with this subtle change, the line of her spine, extending all the way down from her shoulder blades, followed to outline a supple and fluid arc.

The curve of her slender waist, as the spinal line tightened, was tucked in very cleanly and neatly.

Further down was the naturally upturned hip line, finally extending to a pair of long, straight legs; the proportions from thigh to calf were balanced and elegant.

Her ankles were slender, her toes curled slightly, carrying a lingering laziness.

The sound of rain outside the window was still pitter-pattering, and the light in the room was dim and low, but her skin appeared even more soft, moist, and fair against such a backdrop.

Forming a sharp contrast with the dark bedsheet beneath her, it was like an oil painting interwoven with light and shadow, distinct in layers, quiet yet carrying a touch of warmth.

Sliding along the bed surface toward the foot of the bed, scattered clothing lay on the carpet.

A pair of light gray silk stockings were curled into a ball, the edges slightly rolled up, and next to them was a pair of denim shorts;

A pleated skirt hung halfway off the foot of the bed, the hem trailing down and resting lightly on the carpet;

And a camisole was tossed casually in a corner, its thin straps tangled together, looking somewhat messy.

Just from the distribution and state of these clothes, the heat and loss of control of last night's somewhat indulgent dress-up game could be vaguely glimpsed.

And after turning over, Krystal's consciousness also returned bit by bit.

She reached out and subconsciously pulled the quilt over, gently wrapping her upper body, leaving only her elegantly lined shoulders and long neck exposed.

Then she curled her legs slightly, shrinking her whole body into the bedding.

After another while, her gaze landed on the familiar ceiling above, her thoughts like a slowly starting machine, beginning to turn bit by bit.

Soon, the scenes from last night surfaced uncontrollably.

The fragments of the two of them gradually losing boundaries, becoming messy and fiery, began to become clear one by one; her breathing paused imperceptibly, and her eyes became somewhat distant at that moment.

The corners of her mouth lifted unconsciously, and her palms wandered gently under the quilt, stroking several places on her body that still retained residual warmth.

Her waist, collarbone, inner thighs.

That sensation of having been treated with focus seemed to still linger on the surface of her skin, not having completely dissipated.

Reaching this point in her memories, Krystal let out a low, soft moan, as if silently confirming something, and then slowly turned over again, changing from lying on her side to lying on her back.

She reached out toward the nightstand, her fingertips groping along the edge for a good while before she brought her phone before her eyes, squinting to take a look at the screen.

Time: 12:47.

This number made her blink again, reconfirming it, and only then did she realize it was already noon.

It was just that because the weather was overcast, the light outside the window hardly changed, and coupled with the sound of rain constantly tapping on the glass, that uniform and continuous white noise wrapped around the entire space; after listening for a long time, one's consciousness would also become soft, and it also blurred the time.

Staring at the screen in a daze for a while, Krystal, trapped in the bedding, was just hesitating whether to close her eyes for a short nap when she suddenly heard a sound of footsteps in her ear.

From far to near, it sounded exceptionally clear in the quiet bedroom.

However, Krystal did not get up, only slightly turning her head to cast her gaze toward the entrance nearby.

A few seconds later, Lin Xiuyuan walked in, wearing cotton shorts and a white T-shirt, clean and casual.

He was carrying a takeout bag in his hand, printed with Chinese characters, bulging, looking like it contained several meal boxes.

Lin Xiuyuan, having entered the bedroom, saw that Krystal was already awake and quietly looking at him, so he couldn't help but smile, "Awake? Just in time, the takeout is here too. Get up, wash up, and eat something."

After saying this, he placed the takeout bag on the small round table in the lounge corner, then turned and walked back to the bedside.

This was because Krystal on the bed did not respond to his words, nor did she get up, but simply continued to lie there, slowly opening her arms toward him.

Like a little kitten that had just woken up, quietly waiting to be picked up by its owner.

Lin Xiuyuan was slightly stunned, then smiled and leaned over, passing his hands under her armpits to gently scoop her up from the bedding, then naturally pulled her into his embrace.

The delicate body in his arms was soft and warm, still carrying the warmth from the bedding, and when she pressed against him, she felt almost weightless.

Only when her hair brushed against his neck did it bring a slight itch.

"What, still want to laze in bed?" He looked down at her, his tone carrying a hint of a smile.

"No..." Krystal's voice was a bit hoarse, carrying the laziness of just waking up.

Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her whole body closer, and then buried herself in his shoulder, rubbing gently.

Her breathing was warm and slow, her lips inadvertently brushing past his earlobe, as if carrying a bit of unconscious

dependence.

After rubbing against him quietly like this for a while, Krystal finally lifted her head slightly, "Xiuyuan, when did you wake up?"

"Around eleven, I guess," Lin Xiuyuan replied casually, one hand still around her waist, the other pulling the bathrobe down from the head of the bed, "I just saw you were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't call you, and went over to Shanghai to order some takeout."

As he spoke, he gently draped the bathrobe over Krystal's shoulders, taking the opportunity to tuck the lapels in for her, covering her exposed shoulders and arms, his movements natural and meticulous.

Krystal followed his movements, extending her arms into the sleeves, letting it hang loosely on her body.

Then she sat up from Lin Xiuyuan's embrace, and while she lowered her head to tie the belt, Lin Xiuyuan pointed to the takeout over there, "Since you don't intend to keep lazing in bed, go wash up. Also, how do you want to eat this takeout? Downstairs or right here?"

Looking up at the small round table and then glancing at the bed, Krystal had almost no hesitation, "Don't want to go down, let's eat right here; after eating, I want to sleep a little longer."

Hearing this, Lin Xiuyuan's gaze lingered on her face.

That already exquisite face, because she had just woken up, had a few more parts of laziness and softness, which instead made it seem even more flavorful.

So he reached out and gently pinched her cheek, the touch soft and delicate, "May I ask, am I raising a pig? You eat then sleep, sleep then eat again?"

Hearing this, Krystal immediately raised her hand to swat his away, "No way! I've clearly lost a lot of weight recently. When I'm working, I basically only eat one meal a day, and sometimes if I'm not too tired, I even put my chopsticks down after eating half."

After saying this, she used her fingers to gesture a portion size that would make a Peninsula man lose his composure, "Just eating this little bit, enough to not be hungry is fine."

Who would have thought that Lin Xiuyuan's brows would furrow slightly upon hearing this, his tone concerned as he asked, "Then why don't you eat a bit more?"

"Because I want to save my stomach to come back and eat more delicious food with you. That way it's not easy to gain weight, and it saves you from nagging me again."

As these words fell, although Krystal said them in a lighthearted way, they inexplicably carried a hint of allure.

Hearing this, Lin Xiuyuan felt a secret thrill in his heart; he held back his lips again and again, but in the end, he couldn't help but let them curl upward.

He then looked at her, his eyes filled with a bit of amusement, "If people outside saw you in this state, or if your fans knew, I reckon your public persona would collapse."

"Why?" Krystal asked.

"Because you've always had that image of a cold, sophisticated woman, and the kind with high intellectual appeal at that, very hard to approach. But now, you're acting a bit like a 'love-brain,' which doesn't really fit your persona."

After listening, Krystal just gave a light hum, "They haven't seen what I'm like in private, nor have they dated me, so how do they know I'm not a 'love-brain'? Right?"

Lin Xiuyuan was stunned by her retort, then burst into laughter, "That makes sense, I have nothing to say to that."

At this moment, Krystal was already kneeling on the bed, the belt of her bathrobe tied loosely, the collar slightly open, revealing a hint of a curve.

The next second, she lunged forward, throwing herself back into Lin Xiuyuan's arms, wrapping her hands around his waist like a small animal that didn't want to leave.

Taking the opportunity to hug her, Lin Xiuyuan followed up by gently patting her upturned bottom, "Alright, stop teasing. Go wash up, hurry and eat, while it's hot."

As it turned out, Krystal not only didn't let go, but instead raised her head, her gaze fixed brightly on him, her voice carrying a hint of provocation.

"Then why don't you eat me while I'm hot?"

In the past, this sentence would have been enough to make Lin Xiuyuan's brain crash on the spot.

But the current him had already grown from being passive into half an expert.

So, neither retreating nor panicking, he instead lowered his head to press close to her ear, answering with a smile full of mischief, "Because I prefer the cool, refreshing feeling you gave me last night, Xiujing."

As soon as the words fell, Krystal immediately laughed out loud, then released her hands and cast him a charming yet triumphant look.

With a slight lift of her eyes and a faint purse of her lips, she gave a light hum, "In your dreams. That was a special reward for the 'absence makes the heart grow fonder' reunion last night; there isn't one today."

After saying this, she gave a light leap and flipped off the bed, the hem of her bathrobe lifting in a beautiful arc with the movement, revealing a length of fair, slender calf.

Barefoot, she went *patter-patter* toward the bathroom, and the sound of running water soon came from inside.

Lin Xiuyuan stood where he was, unable to help but shake his head, though the smile still hung on the corners of his lips.

He then began to tidy up the battlefield left from last night, bending down to pick up the scattered clothing on the carpet one by one; each piece carried a kind of restless, chaotic aura from the night before.

After gathering them all together, he tossed them into the laundry basket in the corner.

Having finished tidying, Lin Xiuyuan returned to the leisure corner, first opening the curtains, then taking out the meal boxes from the takeout bag and setting them up; as the steam rose, the aroma slowly dispersed throughout the room.

When Krystal finished washing up and came out, she walked to the small sofa in the leisure corner and sat down, first taking a look at the food set out on the table.

Then she looked at Lin Xiuyuan, who was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, and her lips curled up slightly, revealing a quiet and sweet smile.

Afterward, the two of them just stayed like that—one curled up on the small sofa, the other sitting cross-legged on the carpet—facing the continuous rain outside the window, eating lunch while chatting idly.

The sound of rain tapped continuously against the glass window, the rhythm even and long, like some kind of natural background noise.

The distant sky was a sheet of gray, and occasionally a gust of wind swept by, causing the branches to sway lightly, shaking off the rainwater accumulated on the leaves with a *splash*, breaking the momentary monotony.

Such an atmosphere, paired with steaming hot food, made one relax involuntarily, even their breathing slowing down a bit.

After finishing lunch, Krystal, just as she had said earlier, leaned lazily against the sofa and picked up her phone to scroll.

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It wasn't until Lin Xiuyuan packed up the trash and got up to go throw it out that she stood up from the sofa, walked to the bed, and lay back down.

When Lin Xiuyuan returned, she pulled back the quilt and patted the spot beside her.

Lin Xiuyuan smiled and walked back to the bedside, lying down beside her.

As he lay down, Krystal immediately turned over, buried her face in his chest, draped her arm over his waist, and curled up into his arms.

The sound of rain outside the window still hadn't stopped.

The room gradually became quiet again, with only the sound of their breathing intertwined with the faint patter of raindrops against the glass.

In such an environment, Krystal soon fell asleep again, her breathing gradually becoming steady and long, her whole person quiet as if she had melted into Lin Xiuyuan's arms.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't fall asleep immediately; one hand rested naturally on her back, his palm rising and falling gently with the rhythm of her breathing, as if coaxing a child to sleep.

After a while, he finally closed his eyes slowly.

By the time he woke up again, the sky outside the window had turned completely dark, though the rain had lessened significantly, changing from the initial heavy downpour into fine threads of rain.

The awakened Krystal stretched, her arms reaching over her head, her whole body stretching out, pulling her figure into a beautiful line.

She then crawled out from under the quilt, her movements much lighter than they had been at noon.

"What time is it..." Lin Xiuyuan's voice came from beside her, still carrying obvious sleepiness.

"It's already 7 PM." Krystal picked up her phone to take a look, her tone clear, "Get up, change your clothes, we're going out to eat."

"Eating again?" Lin Xiuyuan sat up and rubbed his eyes, smiling with a bit of helplessness, "I've been lying down all day, I'm not very hungry."

"Lunch is lunch, dinner is dinner. Besides, I want to go eat pasta, the one I told you was really good last time." Krystal, who acts on her impulses, had already walked to the wardrobe, pulled open the door, and said while rummaging for clothes.

"Fine then." Since Krystal had said so, Lin Xiuyuan had no choice but to get up as well.

It was just that when the two of them drove out, the rain had started to get heavier again, and the mist of water drifting onto their faces still carried a bit of chill.

There were significantly fewer pedestrians on the street, probably because such weather made people lose the desire to go out.

The lights of the shops on both sides were on, but the flow of customers was sparse.

However, it was precisely because there were few people that Krystal dared to bring Lin Xiuyuan to that pasta restaurant near Myeong-dong to eat.

The restaurant was hidden in an inconspicuous alley; the storefront wasn't large, but it was decorated quite exquisitely.

Warm yellow light shone from inside the windows, casting a patch of soft light and shadow on the damp ground, forming a contrast with the coldness outside.

The two pushed the door and entered; there were already a few tables of guests inside, mostly sitting in corners, each chatting in low voices, and no one noticed their arrival.

The air was filled with the aroma of food, mixed with the scent of coffee and butter, making one relax the moment they stepped inside.

Krystal found a booth and sat down, took the menu, flipped through a few pages, and quickly made her choice.

She ordered a creamy mushroom pasta, a side salad, and garlic bread, while Lin Xiuyuan ordered the tomato meat sauce pasta.

After ordering, Krystal took her phone out of her pocket and placed it casually on the table.

The moment the screen lit up, several unread messages and missed call notifications popped up, but she only glanced at them, swiped her finger lightly to clear all notifications, and then placed the phone face down on the table.

Lin Xiuyuan, sitting opposite her, took a look and did the same.

The two phones lay there quietly, and neither of them touched them again.

Today was a day off, and neither of them wanted to be interrupted by anything; they just wanted to have this complete day simply, without thinking about anything.

Soon, the pasta was served, and the two chatted casually while eating, the topics loose yet natural.

From the recent weather, to watching a movie when they got home later, and then to what type of movie to watch.

By the time they finished their meal and paid the bill to walk out of the restaurant, the heavy rain outside had stopped.

The air, washed by the rain, was exceptionally fresh, carrying the scent of damp earth and the sweet, crisp smell of leaves after being struck by the rain.

There were a few more pedestrians on the street than before, but Lin Xiuyuan and Krystal did not linger, nor did they have any intention of shopping, instead driving straight back to the Villa.

Upon returning to the Villa, Krystal walked straight into the Living Room, curled up on the sofa, and picked up the remote to browse the movie list at will.

Lin Xiuyuan, who followed behind her, went to the refrigerator to get two bottles of water, placed them on the coffee table, and then sat down beside her.

"What shall we watch?"

"A romance film, maybe." Krystal scrolled a few times and selected a French art film.

The visuals were clean and delicate, the pacing slow, and the background music was a soft piano piece, the notes spreading out faintly, very suitable for such a night.

After choosing the film, she threw the remote to the side, leaned into Lin Xiuyuan's arms, rested her head on his shoulder, curled her legs on the sofa, and pressed her whole body naturally against him.

The movie slowly unfolded.

On the screen was a small town in the south of France; the sunlight was bright but not blinding, the streets were narrow and quiet, and the old, pale yellow buildings on both sides were covered in vines.

The female lead wore a floral dress, riding a slightly old bicycle through an alley filled with flowers; the wind gently lifted her hem, carrying a bit of a leisurely life atmosphere.

The two of them just huddled on the sofa watching the movie like this.

Occasionally they would whisper a few words, but most of the time they just stayed there quietly.

The night outside the window grew thicker, and in the Living Room, only the changing light and shadow from the TV screen flickered gently on their faces.

Krystal's breathing gradually became light and slow,

and her whole body leaned softly against Lin Xiuyuan, as if she might fall asleep at any moment.

But every time Lin Xiuyuan lowered his head to look at her, she would lift her eyelids slightly, as if to prove she was still awake.

By the time the movie ended, it was nearly midnight.

The end credits music slowly began to play, the piano sound echoing in the quiet Living Room.

Neither of them got up immediately, maintaining their original posture and letting the music flow.

Not until the subtitles finished rolling and the screen returned to the menu interface did the room return to that quiet and real state.

"Are you sleepy?" Lin Xiuyuan looked down at her.

"It's okay..." Krystal's voice was lazy, with a hint of clinginess, "I just don't want to move."

Lin Xiuyuan chuckled, reached out, and ruffled her hair, "Then don't move, let's stay a while longer."

A few minutes later, Krystal slowly sat up, stood, and reached out to him, "Let's go, Xiuyuan, let's go upstairs to sleep."

It is unknown how much time passed before the master bedroom on the third floor went completely dark.

Only the sound of the fine rain starting up again outside the window remained, along with the breathing of the two people inside the room, which gradually overlapped.

In the darkness, Krystal called out softly, "Xiuyuan."

"Hmm?"

"I'm very happy today."

Lin Xiuyuan's arm tightened slightly, pulling her closer into his embrace, his chin resting gently on the top of her head, "Me too."

Krystal didn't speak again, just smiled lightly; even if it couldn't be seen, it could be felt from the subtle movements of her cheek pressed against his chest, and even her breathing became a little lighter.

So Lin Xiuyuan stroked her arm again, "Sleep."

"Mm."

The sound of rain outside the window gradually became denser, yet it didn't seem noisy, just wrapping the whole room up, making one feel very comforted.

As Krystal closed her eyes, her consciousness slowly sank down with it.

To her, this day was simple but fulfilling enough.

No schedule, no work, no outside interference, only each other, and that curtain of rain that fell from the daytime into the dead of night.

Contentment.

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Not long ago, inside an Apartment somewhere.

In the dark night, Kim Taeyeon looked at Lin Xiuyuan's reply of 【Day off today】, and feeling a bit frantic and depressed, she went to complain to Lin YoonA.

That dog of a man, and he even said he'd take me to find Jin Ruanruan.

As a result, Lin YoonA quickly replied to her: 【Unnie, you've eaten and drunk your fill, you have to give others some space too, not to mention that person is Xiujing; if she locks the door directly then, you'll know you were wrong.】

The gentle yet powerful words left Kim Taeyeon stunned.

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