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

Arya felt as if she had fallen into a firm and warm embrace.

"Hmm?" she exclaimed in surprise, her hands instinctively wrapping around Lin Yu's neck.

My cheek was pressed against his warm chest, and I could hear his steady, powerful heartbeat.

She shrank back in embarrassment, her body tense like a fully drawn bow, her face buried deep in Lin Yu's chest, not daring to look up.

By the faint, starlight-like glow emanating from the gemstone on her necklace, Arya could vaguely see Lin Yu's footsteps moving.

The direction is... the bedroom.

Realizing what was about to happen, Arya tensed up even more, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't looking forward to it; she still remembered the warmth and intimacy of last night, but... she was still so shy, as if... she wasn't quite ready yet...

But Lin Yu clearly didn't intend to give her any time to prepare.

He carried her straight into the bedroom and gently closed the door with his foot.

In the darkness, only the faint light on her chest dimly illuminated the small area, revealing Lin Yu's beautifully shaped jawline and his eyes that appeared exceptionally deep in the dim light.

Lin Yu gently placed her on the edge of the bed and sat her down, then knelt on one knee and held one of her slender ankles.

Arya shuddered, her toes curling up.

"Arya." Lin Yu looked up at her. In the dim light, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were flustered and shy, and her lips were slightly parted. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

His voice was deep and seductive: "Do you remember what I told you this morning about the white stockings?"

Arya couldn't speak; it felt like something was blocking her throat.

She could only manage a trembling, tearful "Mmm~" through her nose.

"I want to see you wear it." Lin Yu's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable tenderness and insistence:

"May I?"

Arya closed her eyes, her long eyelashes wet with tears, like dew-kissed butterfly wings in the dim light.

She made another "hmm~" sound, her voice even softer and more trembling, as if she had used up all her strength.

Having received permission, Lin Yu's lips curled into a faint, triumphant smile.

He loosened her ankles and took out the pair of high-quality white stockings he had bought that afternoon from his storage bag.

Lin Yu held Arya's slightly trembling calf, his palm able to feel the smoothness and coolness of her skin.

He moved slowly, with an almost reverent patience, as he slipped the rolled-up white stockings over her rounded toes.

Then, little by little, following the graceful arch of her foot, her slender ankle, and her shapely calves, he slowly pulled upwards.

The cool touch of the stockings spread across my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

Lin Yu's fingers occasionally brushed against Arya's sensitive skin on the inside of her calves or the back of her knees, causing her body to tremble slightly and her breathing to become fragmented.

He did it very carefully, until the stockings completely covered her calves, with the top of the stockings stopping just above her knees, creating a shallow, alluring indentation.

The white stockings reflected the glimmer of gemstones in the darkness, making her legs appear even longer and straighter, exuding an innocent yet deadly allure.

Arya felt like a delicate doll being manipulated, all her senses focused on her legs being touched by him.

Shy, expectant, nervous, and with a touch of inexplicable grievance and sweetness.

A mix of emotions made her eyes even wetter, her gaze misty as if veiled by a layer of water, her shyness seeming to drip with tears.

Lin Yu did not stop.

He remained kneeling on one knee, lowered his head, and placed a gentle kiss on the instep of her white-stockinged foot.

Arya jerked violently, her toes curling even tighter.

The kisses traveled down her calves, slowly moving upwards, little by little.

Through the thin stockings, I could feel the warmth and softness of his lips.

Itching, numbness, and a deeper, heart-pounding thrill.

Arya's eyes welled up, but she didn't want to cry; it was the feeling of being cherished that she couldn't bear.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembled violently, and her fingers gripped the bed sheet so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Lin Yu's lips passed his knees, continued upwards, and landed on his inner thighs.

The skin there is the thinnest and most sensitive.

The fabric of the stockings was pressed into her skin by his lips, carrying his warm breath.

Arya's legs tensed, her toes curled, and a suppressed gasp escaped her throat.

Lin Yu's kiss continued upwards.

Thighs, sides of the waist, lower abdomen, ribs.

Each touch was very light, but each one made Arya's body tremble.

She lifted her fingers off the sheets and grabbed Lin Yu's collar.

When Lin Yu's lips touched her collarbone, Arya's breathing became completely disordered.

That was one of her most sensitive spots.

"Mr. Lin Yu..." Arya's voice was broken and intermittent, as if it were being squeezed out of her throat.

Lin Yu raised his head.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Arya's face.

Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly parted, and her eyes were half-open and half-closed, glistening with tears.

My eyelashes were wet; I couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears.

Her hairpin had come loose at some point, and her hair was spread out on the pillow, highlighting her rosy face.

The gemstones on the necklace were still shining, their pale purple glow reflecting the lines of her collarbone and the curve of her chin.

Lin Yu lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Arya did not dodge.

Her hand slid from his collar to the back of his neck, her fingers running through his hair, pressing gently.

Our lips met, warm and soft, with the sweet taste of cider.

Lin Yu pried open her teeth with the tip of his tongue.

Her tongue responded awkwardly, clumsily, tentatively, entwining with his.

They kissed for a long time.

He only released her when Arya felt she was about to suffocate.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving violently.

Lin Yu's forehead touched hers, their noses almost touching.

"Arya." His voice was a little hoarse.

"Um......"

"From today onwards, you are no longer alone."

Arya's tears finally fell.

It wasn't sadness, it wasn't feeling wronged, it was the feeling of finally being able to let go after holding it in for so long.

I've lived alone for so many years. When I'm cold, no one hugs me; when I'm hungry, no one asks about my hunger; when I'm sick, no one cares for me.

She thought she had gotten used to it.

But after Lin Yu appeared, she realized that she had never gotten used to it.

She simply suppressed those emotions, pretending she didn't need them.

But some people care about what it feels like. She's experienced it, and she can never go back.

Lin Yu wiped away her tears with his fingers.

"Why are you crying?"

"I didn't cry..." Arya sniffed, her voice muffled. "Something got in my eye..."

Lin Yu smiled.

He lowered his head and kissed her again.

This kiss was different; it was slower, deeper, and carried a soothing meaning.

Arya closed her eyes, put her hands on his shoulders, and gripped the back of his collar with her fingers.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of two people breathing and the soft rustling of clothes.

"Mmm~ Lin Yu... I love you~ I love you~"