Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

Arya's fingers were slender but her pressure was just right, and she began to press slowly from her shoulders and neck.

Lin Yu was taken aback for a moment, but quickly relaxed.

Arya's technique was indeed excellent. Her fingers kneaded the stiff muscles, and the soreness slowly dissipated, replaced by a comfortable relaxation.

"Is it comfortable?" she asked softly.

"Hmm." Lin Yu closed his eyes.

I could feel Arya's breath right next to my ear, so light and with a faint fragrance.

Her fingers moved down her shoulders, pressing on the muscles of her back, occasionally touching her spine and bringing a slight tingling sensation.

After pressing for a while, Arya's hand stopped behind Lin Yu's ear.

"Hey, would you like me to... clean your ears?" Her voice softened even more. "I'm really good at it. My mother used to love it when I cleaned her ears."

Lin Yu opened his eyes and turned his head to look at her.

Arya's face was very close to his; her eyelashes cast fine shadows under the light, and his image was reflected in her eyes.

"Okay," he said.

Upon hearing this, Arya went to the kitchen, grabbed a thin bamboo skewer and a clean piece of cotton cloth, and sat down next to Lin Yu.

"Move your head a little closer." She patted her leg.

Lin Yu turned to the side and rested his head on her lap.

The fabric was soft, warmed by Arya's body heat, and carried her unique scent.

Arya's hands trembled slightly, but her movements were very gentle.

A bamboo skewer was inserted into the ear canal and gently scraped, bringing a strange itch.

The itch wasn't unpleasant; rather, it felt quite comfortable, spreading from the ears all the way to the back of the head, making one want to shrink their neck.

"Don't move." Arya pressed Lin Yu's head down, her voice tinged with amusement, like she was coaxing a child:

"Be good, okay? It'll be over soon."

Her breath brushed against his face, warm and with a faint sweetness.

Lin Yu closed his eyes, letting the subtle itch spread through his mind.

After a while, Arya switched to the other ear.

Time passed quietly, and after finishing everything, she gently patted Lin Yu's shoulder:

"alright."

Lin Yu's muffled voice came:

"It's very comfortable lying on Miss Arya's lap; it reminds me of my mother."

Arya's smile faded slightly, and her eyes softened.

She remembered that Lin Yu had said before that all his relatives were gone, and he had run away from Silla City to seek refuge with his relatives, but he couldn't find them.

She understood that feeling of loneliness.

In the years after her parents passed away, she lived alone in this house, listening to the wind outside the window at night, feeling empty inside, with no one to talk to.

Arya raised her hand and gently touched Lin Yu's hair, her tone tender:

"Really? At least you can rely on me a little now, it's okay."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yu smiled slightly and became even more audacious.

He turned over to face Arya's lower abdomen, then reached out and hugged her waist.

He buried his face in her arms, pressing it against her soft belly.

Arya's delicate body trembled, and she froze.

This pose... is too intimate.

Her waist was very slender, and Lin Yu could easily wrap his arms around it. His face was pressed against her lower abdomen, and through the thin fabric, he could clearly feel the warmth of his breath.

Arya's face flushed, her hand hovering in mid-air, at a loss for what to do.

"Mr. Lin Yu..." she said softly, her voice slightly flustered, "This...isn't that a bit inappropriate..."

Just as she was about to gently push Lin Yu away, Lin Yu's voice came again, muffled, carrying a rare, almost submissive emotion:

"Don't push me away, it's been so long since I've felt this way... Just this once, okay? Arya."

Arya's hand stopped.

The fingers that had been hovering in mid-air twitched for a moment, but eventually fell gently, and then patted Lin Yu's back softly, one pat at a time.

"Okay, okay..." Her voice was soft, as if she were comforting a wounded little animal: "I won't push you away~"

She thought Lin Yu missed his family, and her maternal instincts were touched, so she indulged his dependence.

But in reality, Lin Yu was simply craving this warmth.

Arya's embrace was soft, carrying a faint scent of herbs and sunshine, and the gentle, inclusive warmth of a mature woman.

Her body was warm, her lower abdomen was flat and soft, and her waist was slender, fitting her perfectly in my arms.

Lin Yu closed his eyes and gently rubbed his face against her lower abdomen.

The fabric is very thin, and you can feel the smoothness of the skin and body temperature underneath.

Arya trembled as Lin Yu rubbed against her, her hand that was patting his back stopped, and her breathing became rapid.

But she didn't push him away; instead, her face flushed, she bit her lip and let him hold her.

The fire in the fireplace burned quietly, filling the entire room with an orange-red light.

The night outside the window was deep, with the chirping of insects coming and going intermittently.

The room was so quiet that you could hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.

Arya gently patted Lin Yu's back; the movement was soft and slow.

"It's alright..." she whispered, as if comforting him, and also as if comforting herself: "It's alright..."

Lin Yu didn't say anything, but he tightened his grip on her arms a little more.

This posture was maintained for a long time.

Arya's legs were getting numb after a while, but she didn't move or say anything.

As time went on, the fire in the fireplace gradually died down, leaving only a pile of dark red embers.

Finally, Lin Yu let go of her hand herself.

He lifted his head from her embrace, sat up, and rubbed his eyes.

"Sorry," he said, his voice regaining its usual calm. "I lost my composure a bit."

Arya looked at Lin Yu, her cheeks still flushed, but her eyes were bright.

"I'm fine." She shook her head, her voice very soft. "Are you... feeling better?"

"Mm." Lin Yu stood up and stretched his neck. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Arya also stood up, her legs a little numb, and she staggered.

Lin Yu held her arm: "Be careful."

"It's nothing..." Arya steadied herself, withdrew her hand, and unconsciously twisted the hem of her skirt. "Well, it's getting late, you should get some rest."

Hearing this, Lin Yu shook his head and said calmly, "Speaking of which, your legs are numb, aren't they? Let me fix them for you this time."

Before Arya could react, Lin Yu had already reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently pressing her back into the chair with an undeniable force.

"You—" Arya tried to stand up, but Lin Yu's hand was already on her shoulder.

The force wasn't strong, but it rendered her unable to move.

"Don't move." Lin Yu squatted down in front of her and naturally reached out to hold her calf.