Oh no! My yandere school beauty is so clingy!

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Lin Anran woke up.

Or rather, she didn't sleep well last night, as she was worried about Shen Yu's departure that morning.

She heard a very faint noise coming from the living room outside; it was Shen Yu getting up.

She quietly got up, opened the bedroom door a crack, and held her breath as she looked outside.

Shen Yu had finished washing up and changed into a clean and refreshing set of clothes.

Instead of his usual school uniform or casual wear, he wore a neatly ironed light-colored shirt paired with dark casual trousers. His hair was also carefully styled, making him look more formal and...energetic than usual.

He stood in front of the mirror in the living room, straightened his collar, and looked somewhat solemn.

Or rather, it was a kind of distant calm that Lin Anran rarely saw on his face...

Lin Anran's heart sank inexplicably.

Dressed so formally...

Are you going to take care of something very important?

Or... am I going to see someone very important?

Once the thought pops into your head, you can't suppress it anymore.

What could it be? Who could it be?

Why does he need to take it so seriously?

Various guesses flashed uncontrollably through her mind, each one making her feel uneasy.

Was he going to see a girl? She thought of Zhou Xiaowen, and all the girls at school who had feelings for Shen Yu... Even though Shen Yu had deleted Zhou Xiaowen from his contacts, what if...?

No, that's not right...

Shen Yu shouldn't be that kind of person.

He wouldn't act that differently just because he's going to see other girls.

But what exactly happened?

She watched as Shen Yu tidied himself up, picked up his keys, and seemed to be preparing to leave.

A strong urge to know and confirm instantly overwhelmed all her hesitation and timidity.

"Shen Yu..."

She flung open the door and ran barefoot out of the bedroom, her voice urgent.

Shen Yu paused, turned around, and looked at her.

Lin Anran stood barefoot on the floor, wearing only her pajamas, her eyes fixed on him, her tension barely concealed...

"What's wrong?"

Lin Anran gripped the hem of her pajamas tightly, her lips moved, and her throat went dry.

She couldn't help herself; her voice was very soft, tinged with tentativeness and caution.

"I...can I ask...where are you going?"

After asking the question, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look Shen Yu in the eye.

Her heart was pounding in her chest, fearing he would refuse to answer, and even more afraid of hearing an answer she couldn't accept.

Shen Yu looked at her like this and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he took a few steps back and stopped in front of her.

After a long while, he finally spoke, his voice not loud, but very clear:

"Go see my dad."

Lin Anran was stunned, looked up, and was dumbfounded.

Shen Yu looked into her eyes and calmly explained, "I made an appointment a long time ago to visit you in prison, this morning."

Visiting his father in prison...

Lin Anran's heart, which had been pounding, instantly dropped back down with a "thud".

She wasn't going to see any random people, nor was she going to do anything important that she didn't know about; she was just... going to see her father.

The unease and fear she felt due to her speculation quickly subsided, replaced by a sense of relief and ease.

There was even a hint of shame for having just had those wild thoughts...

I shouldn't have doubted Shen Yu like that...

"So that's how it is..." she said softly, her tense shoulders relaxing, and even a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on her face.

"Then... be careful on the road. I'll wait for you this afternoon."

"Hmm." Shen Yu nodded, said nothing more, turned around, opened the door, and walked out.

The door clicked shut.

Lin Anran stood there, listening to Shen Yu's footsteps gradually fade away in the corridor until they could no longer be heard.

She let out a long, complete sigh of relief, her whole body relaxed, and the tension from before dissipated, even making her legs feel a little weak.

She walked barefoot back to the living room, and the initial sense of relief quickly fermented into a sweet, lighthearted joy.

She couldn't help but spin around on the spot, then hopped over to the sofa and pounced on the soft surface like a child.

She rolled halfway on the sofa, lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her lips uncontrollably curving upwards, higher and higher, until finally turning into a silly smile.

She lifted her two slender, long legs and swung them gently in the air, her toes curling and stretching joyfully...

It's okay...it's okay...

He just went to see his father...

Very good...

She kept repeating it to herself.

She turned to the side, buried her face in the sofa cushions, rubbed against them, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Then, she glanced up casually and saw the thin blanket that Shen Yu had used to sleep under the covers last night. He had carefully folded it after getting up early and placed it neatly next to the sofa armrest.

In an instant, her face flushed, and her heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.

I'm all alone at home...

She stared at the neatly folded quilt, unable to look away.

That was the blanket Shen Yu had used last night.

His scent and the warmth of his sleep must still linger there.

It was his own unique scent... that made her feel at ease the moment she smelled it... even a little addictive.

Anyway... he's not home...

Anyway, nobody will know...

Just... a little while...

That small thought in her mind, filled with guilt and shame, grew wildly like a vine, instantly entangled her reason.

She bit her lower lip, her eyes fixed on the quilt, her fingers unconsciously digging into the sofa cushion.

The hesitation lasted only a few seconds.

As if she had made up her mind, or as if driven by some irresistible instinct, she slowly got up from the sofa.

She slowly moved to the sofa armrest, bent down, and gently, slowly pressed her face against the quilt.

A deeper, clearer scent, unique to Shen Yu, instantly enveloped her.

She took a deep, greedy breath, as if trying to lock it firmly into her lungs and etch it into the depths of her memory.

Then, she relaxed completely, buried her face in the blanket, and gently rubbed against it.

She could imagine Shen Yu lying here last night, covered by this quilt, sleeping soundly with steady breathing.

And now, she's pressed herself against the spot where he slept, inhaling his lingering scent...

A secret, slightly shameful yet incredibly intense feeling of pleasure surged through her body like an electric current.

It sent a shiver down her spine, and her heart pounded so hard it felt like it was going to burst out of her chest...

She lay there on the blanket, eyes closed, motionless, with only her nostrils flaring slightly from her labored breathing, and her cheeks burning hot.

The living room was quiet, with only the sound of her own breathing.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

"So happy..."