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

Lin Yu was furious when he left Vera's office.

The corridor was quiet, and sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting neat patches of light on the floor.

Without stopping, he went straight downstairs to Lilia's door.

The door was tightly closed; Lilia was probably still sleeping in.

Fortunately, Lilia gave him a spare key yesterday, saying he could come in whenever he wanted.

Lin Yu took out the key from his storage magic bag, inserted it into the lock, and gently turned it open.

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly shut, with only a sliver of light leaking through the crack in the door.

The air was filled with Lilia's sweet scent, like milk candy or freshly baked bread.

At this moment, Lilia was lying on her side on the bed, with the blanket kicked up to her waist.

One leg stretched out from under the covers, bare, from the calf to the ankle, the skin so white it seemed to glow, the toes slightly curled.

Her nightgown was crumpled up and rolled up to her stomach, revealing a section of her white waist.

Her pink ponytail had come undone, and strands of hair were scattered all over the pillow.

Her face was buried in the pillow, with only half of her profile showing. Her lips were slightly pouting, her eyelashes were drooping, and her breathing was light and even.

Lin Yu sat down on the edge of the bed, and the mattress sank down.

He reached out and touched Lilia's head, his fingers running through her messy hair, his fingertips brushing against her scalp.

Lilia didn't wake up, but her body instinctively moved closer to him, rubbing her face against his palm like a cat.

Lin Yu looked down at her.

As she turned over, the neckline of her nightgown slid open further, revealing a section of her collarbone and shoulder, as well as a shallow cleavage below her collarbone.

Her lips were slightly parted, revealing a bit of her teeth, and they would move gently as she breathed, as if she were talking in her sleep.

Lin Yu's hand slid down from the top of her head and pinched her earlobe.

Lilia stirred, rolled over, and lay on her back.

Lin Yu's hand slid down from the top of her head and pinched her earlobe.

Lilia stirred, rolled over, and lay on her back.

Her pink hair was scattered on the pillow, like a flower that had bloomed too profusely, messy yet soft. Her eyes were still closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she were walking along a flower-lined path in her dream. Her lips, having rubbed against the pillow as she turned over, were slightly redder than her upper lip, glistening with moisture.

Lin Yu's fingers slid from her earlobe to her jawline, his fingertips brushing against that delicate skin, feeling her pulse—slow, peaceful, a rhythm completely different from the hustle and bustle of the corridor. His anger, which had been stuck in his chest since Vera's office, like a crumpled piece of paper, was now being smoothed out little by little by the breath of the person in front of him.

He didn't know why he had come here.

There were so many places he could have gone. He could have gone back to his room, to the training room, or even to the rooftop for some fresh air. But his steps seemed to know the way; he turned onto this corridor on his own, stopped in front of this door, and took the key out of his storage pouch.

Lilia handed him the key casually. That day, she was curled up on the sofa eating an apple, her feet resting on his knees, and she mumbled, "Here, this one's for you. You don't need to knock anymore, just come in." It was as if she was giving him a piece of candy, not a key.

Lin Yu didn't say anything at the time and put the key into his magic bag. But at that moment, he knew that this key was more than just a key to him.

He looked at Lilia's sleeping face for a while, then lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of her neck.

Her skin was warm, with the unique comfort of being in bed. The sweet scent was even stronger, like milk candy melting in the air, or like a thin layer of honey brushed on freshly baked bread. Lin Yu closed his eyes, pressed his nose against the hollow of her collarbone, and took a deep breath.

The anger dissipated at some point.

Like an ice cube dropped into warm water, it melted silently, leaving not a trace. He could only feel Lilia's breathing—her chest rising and falling gently, causing his head to move slightly with it. He could only feel her heartbeat—slower than he had imagined, like a lazy little animal dozing. He could only feel her fingers, somehow, touching his hair, her fingertips unconsciously weaving through it, as if she sensed his approach even in her dreams.

"Mmm..." Lilia murmured indistinctly, her voice sticky, like half-melted candy.

She wasn't fully awake, but her body had already stirred. She raised her other hand, groggily wrapping it around Lin Yu's shoulder and pulling him closer. Her movements were a kind of half-awake, reckless abandon, as if she would instinctively hold on tight to anything—a person, a cat, or even a blanket—that was clinging to her.

When she hugged him like that, Lin Yu's lips finally twitched.

The curve was faint, hardly a smile, but the frost in his eyes had indeed melted. He slightly raised his head, looking at Lilia's half-open, half-closed eyes—her pupils were unfocused, misty, as if seen through a layer of water vapor. She looked at him for two or three seconds, then the corners of her mouth slowly curved into a silly smile, as if she wasn't fully awake yet.

"...Lin Yu?" Her voice was hoarse, with the soft huskiness unique to someone who has just woken up. "Why are you here...?"

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