Good Morning Kiss

Aemeath was a light sleeper, and by the time Lu Yan withdrew his arm to adjust his position, she had already woken up from her sleep.

She was too lazy to open her eyes, wanting to linger a little longer in this warm embrace.

However, after waiting for a long time, the expected good morning hug did not come. Instead, she felt her hair being constantly lifted, lowered, ruffled, and even pulled into the air for a "transparent examination."

Aemeath quietly opened her eyes a tiny slit.

Through her blurry vision, she saw Lu Yan lying on his side beside her, staring intently at a strand of her hair with an extremely serious expression, as if he were appraising a treasure.

Aemeath's sleepiness was instantly dispelled by his adorable yet earnest expression.

She almost burst out laughing, but to see what this idiot was up to, she forced herself to hold it in, even managing to keep her Frequency as steady as when she was asleep.

Thus, a bizarre yet hilarious scene unfolded in the bedroom.

Lu Yan was completely oblivious to his analysis, while Aemeath lay motionless on the pillow, her eyes fully open, a half-smile playing on her lips, staring intently at him.

Five minutes passed.

Lu Yan shook his head helplessly, a gentle smile curving his lips.

He lowered his head, preparing to plant a good morning kiss on the forehead of the little liar who had tricked him into working all night.

However, the moment he lowered his head and his gaze returned to Aemeath's face, Lu Yan froze.

Unbeknownst to them, Aemeath, who should have been fast asleep, had already woken up.

She remained curled up in his arms, not moving an inch.

However, those bright eyes were now fully open, shining exceptionally brightly in the dim light.

Not only that, but a subtle smile curved the corners of her lips. It was a perfectly natural smile.

She lay there quietly, motionless, her eyes unblinking, staring intently at Lu Yan with a half-smile.

She stared at the fact that he was still holding her hair in his hand, and at the entire process of his face changing from confusion to sudden realization to a helpless, silly smile.

In the quiet bedroom in the early morning, the two stared at each other.

Lu Yan's heart skipped a beat because of the sudden eye contact.

Normally, Lu Yan would find her adorable when he saw her wake up.

But now, in this dimly lit early morning, a perfectly healthy person stands silently with their eyes open, motionless, giving you this eerie smile that says, "I've seen through everything"...

To be honest, it takes some mental fortitude.

Lu Yan's fingers, which were holding his hair, froze, and a slight chill inexplicably rose up his back.

He couldn't help but swallow, looking at the still smiling face, his tone tinged with helplessness and amusement, and tentatively began to speak:

"Little Aemeath... you're awake, why didn't you make a sound?"

Lu Yan paused, looking at her unchanging expression, and finally couldn't help but complain, "What's wrong with you...? It's so early in the morning, your smile is a little creepy."

Upon hearing the eerie sound, Aemeath's previously carefully maintained inscrutable expression instantly crumbled.

A hint of dissatisfaction and coquettishness quickly welled up in those golden eyes.

She finally moved. The arm that had been across Lu Yan's chest tightened suddenly, grabbing the collar of Lu Yan's pajamas, and then tilted her head back slightly.

The eerie smile vanished instantly, replaced by a small, pouting mouth.

"What do you mean 'creepy'? You're the creepy one!" Aemeath glared at him angrily, her voice soft and nasal, typical of someone just waking up in the morning. "I've been awake for ages, and all I see is you sitting there, smelling and touching my hair, frowning and grinning like an idiot, like a pervert."

As she spoke, she reached out her free hand and gave Lu Yan's waist a light pinch without any hesitation.

Lu Yan felt a slight pain in his waist, but instead breathed a sigh of relief. This was the lively, agile, and affectionate Xiao Little Aemeath he knew.

He released the strand of hair he was holding and instead wrapped his arms around Aemeath's waist, pulling her even closer to him.

"So what if I'm a pervert?" Lu Yan lowered his head, his nose almost touching hers, and their breaths mingled in the small space.

His voice was deep and languid, carrying a hint of nonchalance after being exposed, "I was just reviewing a service I provided last night."

Looking at Aemeath's golden eyes, which flickered slightly with guilt, Lu Yan's smile deepened, "I studied it carefully and discovered a very serious problem."

"Wh... what's the problem?" Aemeath felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and subconsciously tried to shrink back, but Lu Yan's hand firmly pressed down on her lower back, preventing her from moving.

"I've noticed that my wife's hair has always been this smooth."

Lu Yan slowly and deliberately presented his conclusion, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery, "So, that hair care routine last night, which required precision down to the size of a coin and timing it to fifteen minutes, was simply fabricated by someone to make me do chores, wasn't it?"

Aemeath, caught red-handed, immediately blushed suspiciously.

But she's not the type to obediently admit her mistakes when her lover exposes her. Even though her tail has been stepped on, she absolutely cannot lose in terms of momentum.

"So what... so what!" Aemeath raised her chin confidently, her initial guilt instantly transforming into domineering arrogance. "What's wrong? Is it beneath you to wash my hair and apply a hair mask? Didn't you say last night that it was your honor?"

"What, bringing up old grievances so early in the morning? Lu Yan, are you trying to back out and not want to marry me anymore?!"

That's an overly exaggerated hat.

Seeing her adorable act of bluffing and turning the tables, Lu Yan almost laughed out of exasperation.

How could he possibly feel wronged? How could he possibly go back on his word?

He wished he could spoil her like this every night without any qualms, and he wished he could be involved in every single hair on her head and every tiny detail of her life in the days to come.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare bring up old grievances," Lu Yan pleaded repeatedly.

He reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen across Aemeath's cheek behind her ear, his fingertips lingering on her earlobe for a couple of moments.

"I just think our Little Aemeath is just too smart."

"Not only is she naturally beautiful, but she also knows how to use this method to enhance the relationship between husband and wife. As her apprentice, I am utterly impressed."

Hearing Lu Yan's sweet words that flattered her, Aemeath's little bit of pride was finally greatly satisfied.

She released her grip on Lu Yan's Lu Yan and casually placed her hands on his broad shoulders. She leaned up slightly, pressing her warm cheek against the crook of Lu Yan neck.

"Hmph~ You're smart to know what's good for you." Aemeath pouted, her voice becoming incredibly soft, carrying a dependence she only showed when facing Lu Yan. "However, your performance this morning really didn't satisfy me."

"Oh? Where did I go wrong again? Please tell me, teacher." Lu Yan followed up on her words, gently patting her smooth back soothingly.

Aemeath raised her head, her eyes seemingly filled with the gentlest light of the morning.

She gazed into Lu Yan's eyes, her tone carrying a hint of matter-of-fact coquettishness, yet also a sweet, bone-deep plea:

"Nothing. It's just that I felt someone was just playing with my hair all morning, spacing out for ages..."

Aemeath's gaze slowly moved down from Lu Yan's eyes, finally settling on Lu Yan's well-defined lips.

She pouted slightly and complained softly, "You still haven't given me a proper kiss~"

That coquettish tone, lingering at the end, was like a feather coated in icing sugar, easily brushing against the softest spot in Lu Yan's heart, causing a shiver to run through him.

Lu Yan chuckled softly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it was my negligence."

Lu Yan tightened his arms slightly, Aemeath's soft, delicate body into his embrace.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing into those expectant golden eyes, his emotions surging like a tidal wave.

"Come."

Lu Yan uttered a single word softly.

Then, without hesitation, he lowered his head and accurately found those soft pink lips.

"Chirp."

Lu Yan's lips gently covered Aemeath's lips, sealing away all the words she was about to say.

The morning air was slightly cool, but where their lips met, it was as if a gentle fire had been ignited.

Aemeath slowly closed her eyes. Then, her hands, which were wrapped around Lu Yan's shoulders, tightened involuntarily. Her slender fingers ran through the soft black hair at the back of Lu Yan's head, and she passionately responded to the belated good morning kiss.

The morning sunlight cast a bright golden line on the floor, freezing this warm and sweet morning in that moment.