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Liu Yunshu gave him a half-joking, half-infatuated look, "You're never serious."

That one glance made Lu Yan feel weak all over.

"How can I be serious when Teacher Liu is like this?"

Lu Yan's gaze lingered on her body, as if he wanted to etch her smooth, beautiful form into his eyes.

Seeing this, Liu Yunshu curled the corners of her lips, twirled a strand of her hair, and walked towards him step by step with her wet toes.

She walked very slowly, each step as if she were stepping on soft clouds, carrying the languidness of someone just awakened and an unconscious allure.

Morning light streamed in through the French windows, casting dappled patterns of light on her bare ankles. Water droplets rolled down her calves, spreading a small patch of dark color as they disappeared into the carpet.

Lu Yan's breathing gradually deepened, his fingertips pressed against the door frame, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"Let me see, what's wrong with Ayan?" Liu Yunshu reached out and touched Lu Yan's lips.

A low, hoarse laugh escaped Lu Yan's throat, before her fingertips could touch her lips.

He tilted his head and took that delicate finger into his mouth, gently curling it with the tip of his tongue.

"Here," he released her fingers, his fingertips instead covering the back of her hand, slowly sliding up her wrist, his voice full of tenderness, "I can't be serious when I see you."

"The way you're talking, Ayan, makes it sound like I'm a demon." Liu Yunshu poked his chest, feigning displeasure.

Lu Yan tightened his grip on her wrist, his fingertips burning hot.

"You're not a fairy," Lu Yan leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her reddened earlobe, his fingertips slowly sliding down her arm.

Finally, he stopped at her slender waist, gently pulling her into his arms. "You're the one who has captivated my soul."

Liu Yunshu was held tightly against his chest, and could clearly feel the vibration of his chest cavity and the burning heat of his body.

She tilted her head back, her nose brushing against his chin, a mischievous smile in her eyes: "So, I've stolen your soul?"

"I seduce her long ago." Lu Yan chuckled, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, then followed his kiss down to her reddened lips. "She hasn't come back since the first time I saw her."

Liu Yunshu turned her head and looked at Lu Yan provocatively, "Yan, are you losing control?"

Lu Yan gently stroked a soft spot on the back of Liu Yunshu's neck, his fingers sliding down her waistline. As his fingertips brushed against her delicate skin, Liu Yunshu trembled and arched her back slightly.

"Can't control yourself?" Lu Yan chuckled. "Who could control themselves in front of you?"

She looked up at Lu Yan's face, so close to hers, a hint of languor in her eyes gradually turning into allure. She lightly licked her lower lip with her tongue: "Oh? So, what does A-Yan want to do?"

"What should we do?" Lu Yan bit her earlobe, his voice mixed with his breath, so hot it made her feel numb all over.

"Of course... I'll remember Teacher Liu's alluring appearance."

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The crabapple blossoms outside swayed gently in the breeze; these were specially planted by Lu Yan for Liu Yunshu.

Several clusters of reddish-pink crabapple blossoms appeared even more vibrant against the backdrop of a group of lavender.

The crabapple petals still held the morning dew, trembling slightly in the morning breeze.

It makes her appear even more captivating and beautiful.

Unfortunately, the two people inside didn't have time to appreciate the beautiful scene.

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"Ayan..."

"I am here."

"I drank too much last night, and my mouth is really dry."

"I'll make you some honey water to soothe your throat."

……

"Try it, it's sweet but not cloying."

"Mmm! It tastes good! Prepare more of this for me next time."

"it is good."

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It was almost noon.

Lu Yan carried Liu Yunshu out, and Liu Yunshu's whole body radiated a lustrous glow after being washed.

Her long, wet hair cascaded over her shoulders, a few strands clinging to her flushed cheeks, adding to her languid and alluring charm.

Her eyelids were half-open, and tiny water droplets clung to her long eyelashes, making her look like a mermaid just pulled from the water.

Lu Yan looked down at the drowsy person in his arms, let out a soft chuckle, wrapped her tightly in a bath towel, and walked slowly towards the bedroom.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm dappled patterns on the floor.

Lu Yan gently placed her on the bed and turned to get the hairdryer.

A warm breeze brushed through her hair, carrying a faint fragrance. Liu Yun hummed comfortably and snuggled deeper into the blankets, like a lazy cat.

Lu Yan's movements were very gentle. His fingertips ran through her damp hair, drying it little by little. When his gaze fell on her peaceful sleeping face, it was full of tenderness.

Once her hair was almost dry, he turned off the hairdryer and bent down to tuck her in.

Just as she straightened up, her wrist was gently grasped. Liu Yunshu didn't open her eyes, her voice thick with nasal tone, soft and sweet like cotton candy: "Hungry..."

Lu Yan chuckled, took her hand in his, and rubbed his fingertips against her burning palm: "The hangover soup has been ready for a while now, and there are your favorite crystal shrimp dumplings. I'll go heat them up."

She slowly opened her eyes, her eyes still misty, but her gaze was clearer. She stared straight at him, then suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him down a little.

Lu Yan lowered his head and was lightly pecked on the lips by her, her voice soft and coquettish: "Let's go together."

"Okay." Lu Yan chuckled, letting her cling to him like a koala, supporting her bottom with one hand and firmly holding her waist with the other, as they slowly walked towards the kitchen.

Liu Yunshu buried her face in the crook of his neck, her nose brushing against his stubble-covered jawline, making him tremble slightly from the tickle.

She chuckled softly, her fingertips tracing gentle circles on the back of his neck: "Ayan, don't you have to go to work today?"

"I took leave." Lu Yan looked down at her, a smile in his eyes, "I was worried that there would be no one to take care of Teacher Liu when she woke up."

Liu Yunshu hummed with satisfaction, "Hmm, I am very satisfied."

"Then Your Majesty must reward me with more sweetness." Lu Yan lowered his head, his nose brushing against her reddened earlobe, his voice filled with laughter, carrying a hint of ticklishness.

Liu Yunshu snuggled closer to him, her fingertips tracing crooked circles on his chest: "How about... a kiss?"

As she spoke, she tilted her head back and gently pecked his chin, like a cat stealing fish, her eyes gleaming with cunning.

Lu Yan chuckled softly, tightened his grip on her hand, and pulled her closer into his arms: "This little bit of sweetness isn't enough."

The morning light was just right in the kitchen, and the hangover soup in the stew pot was still steaming, its sweet aroma mixed with the freshness of the shrimp filling the air.

As the crystal shrimp dumplings puffed up in the steamer, the tender pink shrimp meat could be seen beneath their translucent skin.

Liu Yunshu stared at the steamer, her stomach growling with hunger, and couldn't help but reach out and poke Lu Yan's side: "Hurry up, hurry up."

Lu Yan trembled slightly from her poking, turned around and grabbed her mischievous hand, gently biting the back of her hand: "If you keep making a fuss, I won't give you any more."

"You dare!" Liu Yunshu glared at him, but there was no anger in her eyes. Instead, they seemed to be filled with water, sparkling brightly.

He chuckled, ladled out a bowl of hangover soup, and handed it to him: "Drink some soup first to warm your stomach."

The soup was sweet, with the fragrance of osmanthus, and it felt warm as it slid down my throat, suppressing the lingering effects of the alcohol.

Liu Yunshu drank half a bowl of soup, then suddenly remembered something and looked up at him: "By the way, what did you say on the phone? Was it something urgent at the company?"

"It's nothing serious," Lu Yan said, picking up a shrimp dumpling and holding it to her lips. "There's a banquet tonight, and I need Your Majesty to grace me with your presence."

Liu Yunshu, biting into a shrimp dumpling, her cheeks bulging like a hamster, asked indistinctly, "What kind of banquet is it?"

"It's a thank-you dinner for a business partner," Lu Yan wiped the soup from the corner of her lips, his fingertips still warm. "Are you going?" He looked at her, his eyes filled with anticipation.

"Go! Since Xiao Yanzi has spoken, how could I refuse?"

Liu Yunshu chewed on a shrimp dumpling, then suddenly remembered something: "Does that mean I have to wear a formal dress?"

Seeing Lu Yan nod, Liu Yunshu said with a troubled expression, "Look at me, all dressed up like this..."

As Liu Yunshu spoke, her fingertips traced the ambiguous red mark on her collarbone, a hint of annoyance in her voice, "Wouldn't it all be showing when I wear a formal dress?"

Lu Yan's gaze followed her fingertips for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes: "It's better to show it, let them know you're mine."

"You're being indecent!" Liu Yunshu reached out and slapped him, but her cheeks were secretly getting hot. "I don't want to be stared at, it's too embarrassing."

Lu Yan chuckled softly, reaching out to pinch her flushed cheek: "Then I'll have someone send over a few dresses? And help you put together an outfit?"