And then there was Jun Yulin’s blackening value. Wasn’t it fluctuating way too easily? It didn’t even make sense.
Little Pink couldn’t figure it out either, so it simply kept quiet to avoid being scolded by its host.
Yan Luo felt strange for a moment, but sleepiness quickly took over. In the end, she drowsily hugged her blanket and drifted off.
Not long after she fell asleep, a figure silently approached her bedside. No one knew how long he had been observing from outside, undetected.
Only after confirming that Yan Luo was sound asleep did he finally come in.
There was no one around. The bedchamber was quiet. Jun Yulin looked at the girl sleeping soundly on the bed, the corners of his lips pressing together into a subtle, complex expression.
Hmm… How to describe that expression? Perhaps a mixture of curiosity tinged with a fascination he himself hadn’t realized.
His eyes were fixed on Yan Luo. Then his hand slowly reached out, lightly poked her cheek, and quickly pulled back. He glanced at her, who remained deeply asleep, completely unmoving. Only then did Jun Yulin’s gaze lower, sliding to the gently rising curve wrapped in white silk.
She was at the tender age of eighteen—graceful, shapely, and endearing. Jun Yulin blinked slowly, seemingly reminded of something.
All of a sudden, he reached out, then instantly drew back again after touching that soft area. He repeated this a few times, then pressed his lips together. This time, his hand landed again and didn’t immediately retreat. Instead, it lingered for a moment… and then gave a light squeeze.
He quickly withdrew his hand again and raised it to touch his own cheek.
Hmm. Very warm.
But this time, he was making progress—he didn’t flee in panic like before.
His eyes, cold and star-like, remained locked on the sleeping girl. His tongue unconsciously slid across the corner of his lips, and then a faint smile tugged at them.
His voice was low—so low it was nearly inaudible, “Feels different…”
Different from how she used to make him feel.
He didn’t know how things had evolved into this, but he knew one thing: he liked this feeling.
Almost in an instant, he altered the plan in his mind. The chill in his eyes faded, replaced with focus and a hint of obsession.
He didn’t know what she had realized that morning, or what she planned to do from now on, but there was no denying that after countless moments of observation, her face, her smile, her very presence had sunk deep into his heart.
And that… was enough.
After all, she hadn’t been the target of his original plan.
He’d known about the girl’s feelings for him in the past, but he hadn’t felt anything in return. Someone he had no feelings for was, to him, nothing more than a stranger. That was why he had repeatedly brought up the topic of choosing a consort, to make her give up early.
But now, thinking about it… Jun Yulin’s eyes darkened. He had to admit, a feeling called displeasure had indeed begun to stir in his heart.
Still, this matter was his to handle. He’d deal with it however he pleased.
He blinked, then looked again at Yan Luo’s fair, porcelain-like face. His gaze grew deeper as he leaned down, lips slowly moving toward her cheek.
But just before they touched, Yan Luo suddenly stirred, as if sensing something. Her lovely brows furrowed slightly, and she shifted.
The movement caused their lips to brush for the briefest moment—completely accidental and unexpected. Jun Yulin recoiled sharply, stumbling back two steps, and in a blink, disappeared from the room.
All that was left in the sleeping chamber was Yan Luo, who murmured softly, turned over, and continued to sleep soundly, clutching her blanket.