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

After leaving Papina, Lin Yu returned to Arya.

When I pushed open the wooden door, the oil lamp inside was already lit.

Warm yellow light shone through the window paper, spreading a small patch of warm light in the courtyard.

Arya was tiptoeing and hanging a lamp on the door frame.

After all, it's the Lantern Festival, so the house needs to be decorated to some extent.

At this time of year, Arya would usually just do a quick and easy thing. After all, even if the holiday was lively, she would be home alone, so what did it have to do with her?

She couldn't afford anything at the town market, nor would she spend money to see performances, so often she would just make herself something to eat or hang a lamp and watch quietly.

But this time is different; she has her most beloved husband, Lin Yu, by her side.

Moreover, this is the first traditional festival he and Lin Yu have celebrated together, so they want to decorate their home carefully.

After all, she's not alone in the family anymore.

As she thought about these things, Arya held onto the lamp stand with one hand and reached for the wooden pegs above the door frame with the other. Her skirt taut from the movement, and the lines of her trousers were stretched out under the fabric.

She heard the door open, turned her head, saw Lin Yu standing in the doorway, paused in her hand movements, and smiled.

"I'm back," she said.

Lin Yu walked over and put his arm around her waist from behind.

Arya pressed her body against his, her back against his chest, and he could feel her body heat through his clothes.

Arya's lamp wobbled, the tassel brushing against his cheek. She quickly gripped the lamp stand to steady it and turned to look at him.

"Stop fooling around, the light's going to fall!"

"Just leave it hanging." Lin Yu raised his hand from Arya's waist and took the lamp from her hand.

The fingertip hooked the red string and slipped it onto the nail, stabilizing the lamp.

The candlelight inside the lampshade flickered twice, then lit up again, enveloping the two people in a soft glow.

Arya paused, turned her head, and saw Lin Yu's face was inches away.

She was stunned for a moment, then her lips curved into a smile. She turned around, wrapped her arms around Lin Yu's neck, lifted herself up and clamped her waist around his, hanging on him.

"How was it?" She looked down at him, her chin slightly raised, a hint of smugness on her lips.

"Do I think the lights I made look good?"

Lin Yu supported Arya's bent-over body with his hands, bounced her up a bit, and held her securely.

"It looks good," he said.

Arya's lips curled up slightly.

Lin Yu turned his head, pressed his lips to her face, and said in a low, soft voice, "But my Arya is prettier."

Arya's ears turned red for a moment, but she didn't look away.

She lowered her head, her forehead touching his, her breath on his face carrying a slightly damp, ambiguous scent.

Lin Yu didn't say much. He carried Arya into the house, and as he stepped over the threshold, her ankle swayed gently against his waist.

He placed her on the edge of the wooden table in the main room, her back against the edge of the table, her skirt spread out, her knees apart, and her little legs hanging down to his waist.

Arya blushed and said coquettishly:

"You just don't like being in bed; you've tried everything else."

"Do you remember what I said?" Lin Yu looked down at her, his palm resting on the fabric beside her.

"I will pin you down on the stove, on the table, in all sorts of places... and control you ruthlessly."

Arya blushed.

Of course she remembers.

At that time, she was unsure whether Lin Yu would really stay, and felt that she did not deserve to have Lin Yu.

So Lin Yu said those words, declaring his possession of her.

But things are different now; she now knows that Lin Yu loves her.

These words, when they reached her ears, became something that made her heart flutter.

She turned her head, her gaze falling on the oil lamp beside her, and her voice squeezed out from her throat:

"Whatever you want~"

After she finished speaking, she slid down half an inch, as if she had surrendered herself.

Lin Yu's hand slid down from her side, supporting her waist and pulling her forward so that she could sit on the edge of the table further out.

His fingers hooked the hem of her skirt, and the fabric rolled up from her knees, bunching up at the hem.

She looked down at his hand, not flinching, but her fingers gripped the fabric of his shoulder tightly.

Then Lin Yu knelt down and gently kissed Arya.

Arya bit her lip, her voice squeezing out from her throat, soft and light, ending on the tip of her tongue.

"Speaking of which," Lin Yu's lips brushed against her skin, his voice muffled:

"It's time to pick up Aunt Martha."

Arya's breathing was still erratic, and she paused upon hearing those words.

She looked down at Lin Yu, who was only showing half of his profile, his lips still glistening with the moisture from before.

Arya withdrew her fingers from his back and placed them on the top of his head, her fingertips gently brushing against his hair:

"After we bring her back... let's decorate the lights for her."

Lin Yu hummed in agreement.

Then his tongue twitched again, and Arya's toes curled up sharply. She braced herself against the edge of the table to avoid falling backward.

She tilted her head back, her neck forming an arc, her mouth open, and her breath coming out was both rapid and light.

After a while, Lin Yu straightened up.

Arya was still sitting on the edge of the table, her legs dangling, her toes swaying gently.

Her face was flushed, and there was a faint tooth mark on her lips, glistening with moisture.

She bent down to straighten her skirt, smoothing out the wrinkled fabric, and then slid off the table.

When her feet touched the floor, she stumbled and lost her balance, only managing to stand after grabbing Lin Yu's arm.

"Let's go." Arya looked up at Lin Yu, her lips curving into a smile, her voice still carrying a hint of lingering tenderness.

Teleportation magic lit up beneath their feet, their vision shifted, and the twilight of El Village swept over them.

Aunt Martha was sitting in Mrs. Anton's wicker chair, covered with a blanket. The two old people were still talking, their voices not loud, but their intermittent laughter could be heard across the yard.

Lin Yu stood at the courtyard gate for a while, and only went in after they finished talking.

Aunt Martha had had enough of Mrs. Anton's house, so when she saw Lin Yu and Arya arrive, she went back with them.

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