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Her fragrance wafted over me, a fresh and pleasant scent mixed with the smell of shower gel.

"Sister Zhao, I've missed you so much~"

Lin Xuan buried his face in her shoulder, inhaling the fragrance of her hair.

Zhao Xueli was flustered by his enthusiasm.

She blushed and whispered:

"Stop, stop fooling around! There are lots of people in the house!"

Lin Xuan looked up at her.

The light from the wall lamp shone on her face, making her look gentle and beautiful.

Those eyes held a smile, a hint of reproach, and a touch of indulgence.

"Sister Zhao, you're so kind."

As Lin Xuan spoke, he kissed him directly.

Sweet and soft lips.

"Don't... um..."

Zhao Xueli was startled and was about to speak, but then she was afraid that someone outside would hear her, so she quickly lowered her voice.

Lin Xuan didn't care about anything else and skillfully reached his hand into his pajamas.

My fingertips touched warm, smooth, and soft skin.

Soon after, Zhao Xueli began to breathe heavily.

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An hour later.

The two lay on the bed, panting heavily.

Zhao Xueli felt weak all over and didn't even want to move her fingers.

She leaned against Lin Xuan's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, one beat after another...

A thin blanket covered her body, obscuring a beautiful view, leaving only her smooth, fair shoulders exposed.

Lin Xuan let out a long breath, looked at the ceiling, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He felt that he had recovered a lot.

Although there was still no true essence in his body, his meridians were empty.

But if things continue like this, the true essence will reappear in just a few days.

That familiar warmth had begun to surge subtly in my dantian, as if something was awakening.

It has to be dual cultivation!

This was a pleasant surprise.

Zhao Xueli lay on his chest, her face flushed, and closed her eyes for a while before slowly opening them.

Her voice was soft, with a languid quality and a slight hoarseness.

"Kobayashi, please don't take such risks in the future, okay?"

"Seeing you in the ICU at the hospital... I really..."

She trailed off, unable to continue, and her eyes reddened.

The memories of those days are too vivid; every minute and every second was torture.

She stood outside the ward, looking at the closed door, praying again and again in her heart.

She really didn't want to experience another life-or-death separation...

Lin Xuan's heart softened, and he reached out to gently pat her head.

"I understand, Sister Zhao. Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

He thought for a moment, a hint of guilt in his voice: "And, what about An Lan..."

He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to start.

I am not a good person.

But regarding Zhao Xueli...

These past few days, Zhao Xueli has been busy taking care of herself and An Lan without uttering a single complaint.

But the more he felt this way, the more guilty he felt.

Zhao Xueli gently extended her finger and covered his mouth.

She smiled gently:

"I've said it before, I'm happy just to have you by my side. As long as you're alive and well, that's more important than anything else!"

Lin Xuan looked at her, a warm feeling welling up inside him. This woman was always so understanding.

He nodded, then gently kissed her.

The kiss was light and gentle, filled with tenderness and gratitude.

After a while, the two separated.

Lin Xuan's hands started to wander again, reaching towards her waist.

Fingertips traced along the smooth skin, with a hint of provocation.

"Sister Zhao...can we do it one more time?"

"No, no!"

Zhao Xueli felt his hand and quickly pushed it away.

"I have to get up early tomorrow! Go find...go find An Lan!"

She didn't want to be unable to get out of bed again tomorrow.

The lesson from last time is still fresh in my mind; my legs feel weak when I walk, and Tong Yao laughed at me for days.

Lin Xuan was taken aback, not expecting her to say that.

Zhao Xueli pushed him, her voice urgent:

"Hurry up! Don't dawdle!"

A few minutes later, Lin Xuan was kicked out of the room.

The door slammed shut with a bang, followed by the crisp, clear click of the lock.

Lin Xuan stood in the corridor, looking at the closed door, and sighed helplessly.

"Sigh, when did being too good in that area become a disadvantage?"

"Little Lin, your bravery is wasted!"

He shook his head, turned and went upstairs.

The second-floor corridor was quiet, with only the wall lamps emitting a dim yellow light.

He had just reached the door of his room when he suddenly froze.

Across the street, An Lan's room door was ajar.

A crack was left.

It was dark inside, with no lights on, but the door was definitely open.

The crack was neither too big nor too small, just enough to allow a glimpse of the darkness inside.

Lin Xuan was startled.

Has something happened again?

His expression changed, and without the slightest hesitation, he quietly walked over.

The room was pitch black.

Only the hazy moonlight shone in through the window.

The curtains were half-drawn, and the night breeze blew through them, causing them to sway gently like ripples on water.

Lin Xuan was very cautious.

Now that he no longer possesses true essence, although his five senses are much more acute than those of ordinary people, they are still far inferior to those of ancient martial artists.

If someone is hiding in the room, you might not be able to discover them immediately.

He held his breath and examined it little by little.

The wardrobe is empty.

He gently opened the door a crack, revealing only neatly hung clothes inside.

There was no one by the window.

There was nothing behind the curtains.

The restroom was empty.

In the dim light, you can see the pristine white sink and bathtub.

The room wasn't large, and Lin Xuan carefully checked it over but found no trace of outsiders.

Only on the bed, a figure stood with its back to him, breathing evenly.

That's An Lan.

She lay on her side, her long hair spread out on the pillow, her shoulder line outlining a soft curve.

A thin blanket covered my body, rising and falling gently with my breath.

Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Did they simply forget to close the door?

Or...did he really leave a door open for himself?

He carefully checked the corner again to make sure there were no other people around before he was finally relieved.

It seems I was overthinking it.

He quietly approached the bedside, wanting to check on her condition.

He walked to the other side of the bed and lowered his head.

An Lan's breathing was even, and her cheeks were very beautiful in the moonlight.

Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings).

So beautiful...

Suddenly, An Lan slowly opened her eyes.

Eyes facing each other.

A silence.

Those clear, cool eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, quietly watching him.

Lin Xuan blinked, his brain momentarily short-circuiting.

He opened his mouth, but it took him a long time to squeeze out a sentence, his voice so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.

"Um... would you believe me if I said I went to the wrong place?"

An Lan looked at him, her clear, cold eyes showing no anger or surprise, only a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

Lin Xuan's heart tightened.

Is this girl going to scream?

If Tong Yao found out that I was showing up in her room in the middle of the night, she would chase me for three blocks with a knife!

He quickly reached out and gently covered An Lan's mouth, explaining rapidly:

"I saw your door was ajar, and I was worried something might happen, so I came in to check! It really wasn't intentional..."

Before she could finish speaking, An Lan moved.

She raised her hand and pushed away Lin Xuan's hand that was covering her mouth.

Then, she grabbed Lin Xuan's head with both hands and pulled him forward forcefully.

Lin Xuan leaned forward.

Under the moonlight, Lin Xuan stared wide-eyed.

He clearly felt what he had kissed.

It's cool and soft.