Exclusive Service

After lunch, the sun outside was already setting in the west, and the sunlight was no longer as scorching as at noon.

Carrying shopping bags and holding Aemeath's hand, Lu Yan strolled slowly along the familiar bluestone path toward the courtyard in the old town.

On a summer afternoon, the old town was exceptionally quiet. Occasionally, a few lazy barks from dogs mingled with the chirping of cicadas in the trees.

"A-Yan, are you tired?" Aemeath asked, shaking his arm.

"Not tired." Lu Yan turned his head. "But you, after walking so much today, aren't your legs sore?"

"Not at all! I'm in great spirits!" Aemeath puffed out her chest, full of energy. "Because the thought of going home soon makes me incredibly excited!"

Looking at her impatient expression, Lu Yan's smile grew even gentler.

Turning the familiar street corner, that familiar iron gate came into view.

The persimmon tree in the yard swayed gently in the breeze, its leaves rustling softly.

Lu Yan took out his key from his pocket, skillfully inserted it into the lock, and with a "click," pushed open the gate to the courtyard.

A fragrant floral scent wafted towards me.

The two walked through the courtyard and pushed open the familiar door. The cool air that rushed in instantly dispelled the summer heat they had picked up outside.

The room was filled with a warm, homey atmosphere that made me feel incredibly at ease.

Ah, home is so comfortable!

As soon as Aemeath entered the room, she impatiently kicked off her strappy high-heeled sandals. She stomped her bare white feet on the floor a couple of times before putting on her pink fluffy slippers.

After a morning of 'battle' in the mall, even with her best spirits, she couldn't help but feel a bit tired.

Lu Yan followed behind her and closed the door behind him. He watched her stretch lazily in the entryway without any regard for her image, and he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

"Slow down your hopping, don't twist your ankle," Lu Yan whispered, then placed the shopping bags he was carrying on the coffee table in the living room.

An indescribable sense of satisfaction filled Lu Yan's chest. In a few days, we will become a real family.

After finishing all this, Lu Yan turned around, his gaze sweeping across the living room filled with the afternoon sunlight of summer, and landing on Aemeath in the entryway.

At this moment, Aemeath stood with her hands behind her back, her pink fluffy slippers lightly tapping the floor. She tilted her head slightly, her bright golden eyes sparkling with anticipation. Her signature long pink hair swayed gently around her slender waist with her movements, exuding a faint, sweet peach scent.

Just as Lu Yan was staring blankly, Aemeath suddenly spoke up, "A-Yan, what are you looking at? Come here, I have something to tell you~"

Lu Yan strode over to her unhurriedly, and said in a teasing tone, "What secrets do you want to tell your husband?"

Aemeath leaned close to his ear and gently blew on it, deliberately drawing out the sound in a soft, sweet voice, "Master Lu, are you ready to provide your fiancée with exclusive services?"

He looked up, a hint of confusion in his eyes, and asked, "What exclusive service?"

Lu Yan was genuinely curious. As he asked, he carried Aemeath from the entryway to the sofa in the living room, scooped her legs into his lap, and began to knead her calves with just the Aemeath amount of pressure.

"Let me guess, Little Aemeath Ai walked tens of thousands of steps in the mall. So, this so-called exclusive service requires Master Lu to provide a full set of foot and calf relaxation massage, right?"

If it's about massage, he's already doing it now; if it's about cooking, they already ate out.

He really couldn't figure out what new tricks his mischievous Little Aemeath had come up with this time.

Feeling the comfortable warmth and just the right amount of pressure emanating from her calves, Aemeath squinted her eyes contentedly, almost letting out a soft, satisfied groan.

But she quickly realized that although A-Yan's massage was indeed very comfortable, it wasn't what she had been thinking about.

Aemeath smiled and leaned closer, gently resting her chin on Lu Yan's shoulder. A sweet scent unique to her instantly filled Lu Yan's nostrils.

She quickly reached out and pressed down on Lu Yan's hands, which were still wandering around on her lap. A charming blush rose on her cheeks from the comfort she had just experienced and the request she was about to make.

"Oh dear~ no, no!" Aemeath gently pulled her leg back, sat cross-legged on the sofa, leaned forward slightly, and smiled as she moved closer to Lu Yan's face. "Although Master Lu's massage technique is very good and deserves praise, this isn't what I want today~"

Lu Yan was now genuinely puzzled.

His hands hovered in mid-air, his thoughts racing. Not a massage? What else could it be?

"Not a massage?"

Lu Yan was a little puzzled. He tilted his head slightly, looked at the face so close to his own, and asked seriously, "What kind of exclusive service is that? Do you want to eat my cooking? Or do you want me to watch a movie with you?"

Seeing Lu Yan's serious, straight-man-like expression as he made his guesses, Aemeath couldn't hold back any longer.

She burst into laughter, her silvery laughter echoing in the quiet living room.

She extended her index finger and gently poked Lu Yan's forehead, which looked exceptionally smooth and full because he had just cut his hair short. Then, she cupped his cheeks with both hands and squeezed them together, slightly distorting Lu Yan's originally handsome face, making him look both comical and cute.

Aemeath looked at him with a smile and announced her answer in a soft, sweet voice. "The exclusive service I want is—to take care of my hair!"

"Ah?"

Upon hearing this answer, Lu Yan's eyes widened instantly, and a visible look of astonishment appeared on his previously composed and confident face.

"Nursing?" Lu Yan repeated the word, which was practically a complete blank to him.

Faced with a girl's beauty and hair styling steps, he, who rarely even uses face wash, found it more daunting than solving a math problem.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Aemeath's long, pink hair that cascaded down like a waterfall. The hair was incredibly beautiful, shimmering with a soft, dreamlike sheen in the afternoon sunlight. Not only was the color striking, but the texture was also superb; each touch felt like smooth silk, making it irresistible.

However, the thought of treating this beautiful hair instantly conjured up images of bottles and jars, various colored creams, and strange, steaming instruments in a hair salon in Lu Yan's mind.

He swallowed awkwardly, pulled his hands away from Aemeath's grasp, and placed them somewhat awkwardly on his knees.

"But... I usually only wash your hair, I don't even know what hair care means." Lu Yan's tone was unusually lacking in confidence.