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Looking at these exaggerated comments, Lu Yan couldn't help but smile slightly.

He didn't reply and was about to put down his phone to get a glass of water when a green bubble chat box suddenly popped up at the top of the screen.

Note: Old Xu.

Old Xu was Lu Yan's high school roommate and one of the few brothers he's kept in touch with. Both of them are anime and manga enthusiasts and used to stay up all night together in their dorm watching anime and playing games.

At this moment, Old Xu's messages were being sent at a machine gun-like Frequency.

Old Xu: What does "WeChat Moments" mean?

Old Xu: Old Yan, your account got hacked?

Old Xu: What are those things you posted on your WeChat Moments? Holding hands? Couple's milk tea? And who is that pink-haired girl wearing your clothes?!

Old Xu: Didn't you used to say you were determined never to date?!

Old Xu: You actually betrayed me! You betrayed our friendship!

Lu Yan leaned back on the sofa, his long fingers tapping on the keyboard, a smug expression on his face.

Lu Yan: Don't get excited, it's just a casual post.

Old Xu: Just posting randomly? You call that just posting randomly? Tell me! Who's that girl? Is she pretty?

Seeing the string of questions Old Xu sent, Lu Yan's smile deepened.

Lu Yan: Actually, there's nothing to envy. He just has a girlfriend, and she's very pretty.

Lu Yan: She's just a rich woman.

After the message was sent, there was a dead silence on the other end of the chat window for half a minute.

Immediately afterwards, Old Xu sent a series of angry emojis.

Old Xu: Get lost!

Old Xu: Listen to what you're saying! Is that even human language? You're clearly showing off! It's blatant showing off!

Old Xu: So that's why you haven't been playing games these past few days, you've been in a relationship!

Old Xu: I've never even held a girl's hand, and you're telling me you have a girlfriend, and a rich woman at that.

Old Xu: We're breaking up! Breaking up for five minutes straight! Five minutes!!!

Seeing his performance, Lu Yan finally couldn't help but laugh out loud. It felt so good to announce to your social circle that you're taken, and at the same time, to show off to your single buddies.

Just as he was smiling and about to exit the chat, another like notification appeared in his Moments.

Lu Yan casually clicked on it. In the long list of likes, he saw a familiar profile picture.

It was Sister Lin's profile picture; there were no comments, just a silent like.

Lu Yan stared at the red heart-shaped icon, slightly taken aback.

"A-Yan, what are you looking at? Why are you laughing so happily?"

The bathroom door opened, Aemeath emerged in her pajamas, accompanied by warm steam and the fresh scent of shower gel.

As she dried her long, wet pink hair with a towel, she curiously moved closer to Lu Yan.

"Nothing, just replied to a few messages from friends." Lu Yan casually locked his phone, placed it on the coffee table, and took the towel from her hand. "Come sit down, I'll help you dry your hair."

Aemeath sat down obediently on the carpet.

Lu Yan stood behind her, gently rubbing her hair with a towel.

"Friends? Are they A-Yan's good friends?" Aemeath looked up at Lu Yan. "Do they know I exist?"

"Okay, I understand." Lu Yan lowered his eyes, looking into her expectant eyes, and said softly, "I posted on my WeChat Moments to tell everyone that I have a girlfriend."

"Old Xu, who was my high school roommate, just sent me a message cursing me, saying I betrayed him."

Upon hearing this, Aemeath's eyes instantly lit up like two little stars. She hugged Lu Yan's waist tightly, pressed her warm cheek, still damp from her shower, against his stomach, and said with barely suppressed excitement and pride, "A-Yan, you're so good to me!"

For Aemeath, this meant that Lu Yan had completely included her in his life and was not afraid of anyone's scrutiny.

"But..." Aemeath suddenly remembered something, looked up, and pouted, "Since you posted it on WeChat Moments, why didn't I see my face in the photo when you locked your screen just now?"

A woman's intuition is always surprisingly sharp.

Lu Yan paused slightly as he dried his hair. He sighed helplessly, sat down beside her, and cupped her face in his hands.

Lu Yan looked into her eyes and said, "Because I'm selfish. Your smile is so beautiful, I don't want those irrelevant people in my social circle to see it."

"I want them to know I have a girlfriend, but I don't want them to see what you actually look like. That way, you'll be completely mine alone."

Upon hearing these blunt words, Aemeath's face instantly turned bright red. She had always thought that she was the only one who was possessive in this relationship, but she never expected that Lu Yan, who usually seemed aloof and restrained, actually had a side just like her deep down.

This feeling of being cherished and deeply possessed melted Aemeath's heart.

"A-Yan ~" Aemeath's voice was so soft it seemed to drip water.

She pounced on Lu Yan, knocking him down onto the soft sofa. She straddled him, bracing herself on either side of him, and looked down at him, her golden starry eyes gleaming with a dangerous yet captivating light.

"You just said that I belong to you completely?"

"Mmm." Lu Yan lay on the sofa, his hands supporting her waist to prevent her from falling.

"Then A-Yan belongs entirely to me!"

Aemeath leaned down, her nose gently brushing against his, their breaths mingling, carrying a deadly allure. "To reward A-Yan for being so obedient in revealing me today, I've decided to give you a little more compensation for what we didn't finish on the Ferris wheel..."

Before she could finish speaking, she had already lowered her head and caught his lips.

Before Lu Yan could react, he was firmly pinned to the sofa by a kiss that smelled of shower gel.

Her lips were still damp and warm from her shower, like a soft candy, so sweet it sent shivers down your spine.

Lu Yan's breathing became erratic.

His hand slid from her waist to her back, and through the thin cotton nightgown, he could clearly feel the rounded curves of her body pressing against him little by little, leaving no gap.

Lu Yan finally managed to catch his breath after Aemeath's lingering kiss.

He still had his hands on her waist, and said softly, "Get up for a moment, your hair isn't dry yet."

Aemeath clung to him, refusing to move, her cheek nuzzling against his neck, her wet hair brushing against the back of his hand.

Lu Yan patted her back helplessly, half-coaxing and half-carrying her off him, and helped her sit on the sofa.

He then took out a hairdryer from the drawer and started drying her hair.

"Is the air too hot?" He switched the switch to the warm setting and tested the temperature on the back of his hand first.

"No." Aemeath shook her head.

Lu Yan ran his fingers through her damp, cool hair, gathering the long strands together, while the hum of the hairdryer filled the quiet living room.

A warm breeze slipped through his fingers and brushed against her scalp, Aemeath squinted comfortably.