Bad Cat
As the first rays of sunlight pierced through the thin morning mist and shone into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains, the chirping of sparrows already filled the quiet courtyard.
After a good night's sleep, Lu Yan was the first to wake up.
He wanted to stretch his body, but suddenly remembered that there was a soft, fluffy thing in his arms.
Last night's crazy yet sweet memories flooded my mind like images from a video that had just been played.
When Lu Yan opened his eyes, what came into view was Aemeath's stunningly beautiful sleeping face so close to his.
She slept soundly, still holding him.
Lu Yan looked at her, so dependent on him even in her sleep. There were deep and shallow hickeys on her neck and collarbone. Seeing these marks made him feel happy, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.
He carefully tried to pull his arm away, afraid of waking her, but the slight rustling of fabric still woke Aemeath from her dream.
"Mmm..." Aemeath let out a soft moan, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Aemeath's eyes were still a little blurry from just waking up, but when she focused her gaze and saw that the person in front of her was Lu Yan, a bright and radiant smile immediately appeared on her lips.
"Good morning, A-Yan ~" Her voice was soft and sweet, like a small brush gently brushing across Lu Yan's heart.
Lu Yan smiled and leaned in to plant a good morning kiss on her cheek, "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"
"Mmm, super good!" Aemeath snuggled into his arms like a kitten, then stretched out a big yawn.
As Aemeath stretched, the blanket that had been covering the two of them inevitably slipped down quite a bit, revealing most of the bed.
Just then, their gazes fell almost simultaneously on the white sheet beneath the blanket.
In the spot where the two had been entwined the night before, a blush as vibrant as a red plum blossom was quietly blooming on the nude pink sheets.
That splash of red stood out starkly against the surface, yet it possessed a breathtakingly sacred quality.
It silently testifies to last night's unreserved possession and to the irrefutable evidence that Aemeath gave him her most precious possession.
The air in the bedroom suddenly and strangely quieted down.
The warm morning atmosphere was instantly replaced by shyness.
Aemeath's stretching motion froze in mid-air.
Her face, which had been beaming with a bright smile, turned bright red in an instant, the blush spreading rapidly to her ears and neck.
Aemeath stared blankly at the blush on the bed sheet, so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear on the spot using her Resonance Ability.
She immediately pulled the blanket that had slipped off, wrapping herself up tightly like a spring roll, leaving only her golden eyes exposed. Her gaze was evasive, her eyelashes trembling wildly, and she didn't dare to look Lu Yan in the eye.
Lu Yan's situation wasn't much better either.
Although he was the one taking the initiative, he was still a novice in practice.
The moment he saw that blush, he felt all the blood in his body rush to his face uncontrollably.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her ears were also flushed a deep red.
An unprecedented mix of heartache and ecstasy welled up in his chest at the same time.
What pains me is the price she paid to overcome that obstacle, but what fills me with ecstasy is that she truly and completely belongs to me now.
"Ahem..." Lu Yan awkwardly clenched his fist and covered his mouth, clearing his throat in an embarrassed attempt to break the blush-inducing silence.
He turned his head, pretending to look nonchalantly at the morning light filtering through the curtains, but his taut jawline betrayed the turmoil in his heart.
"Um... the weather is really nice today." Lu Yan forced out a sentence, his voice still carrying an undisguised nervousness.
Hearing his pointless and meaningless remark while wrapped in the blanket, Aemeath's initial shyness was suddenly mixed with a hint of amusement.
She pulled the blanket that was covering half her face down a little, revealing her rosy cheeks, and gave him a slightly annoyed look. "I know it's dawn. If you don't know where to look, you can just close your eyes!"
Aemeath's teasing actually made Lu Yan relax.
He turned his head and looked at Aemeath, who was curled up in the blanket, blushing like a ripe shrimp. The embarrassment in his heart was quickly replaced by love.
He scooped her up and pulled her, blanket and all, into his arms, holding her tightly through the blanket.
"I'm sorry..." Lu Yan's voice was a little muffled, but incredibly sincere. "Last night, were you in pain?"
Upon hearing this apologetic question, Aemeath stopped squirming in the blankets.
She stretched her soft little hand out from under the covers and placed it on Lu Yan's cheek, a smile returning to her face:
"Foolish A-Yan. If I can't even bear this little bit of pain, what kind of candidate am I?"
Looking at her feigned strength yet eyes full of him, Lu Yan couldn't help but lower his head and gently peck her chattering little mouth.
"Okay, Aemeath is the best."
Lu Yan smiled and ruffled her messy long hair, then glanced at the wall clock, his tone becoming gentle and expectant:
"Since you have so much energy, shouldn't you get up? Today is April 30th, we're going back to our hometown."
Upon hearing the words "go back to your hometown, "Aemeath's previously aggressive demeanor instantly deflated.
She let out a groan and buried her head back in Lu Yan's arms. "Ah... I suddenly feel a little tired. Can I request a delay in departure?"
Lu Yan chuckled and pulled her out of bed. "Okay, but go wash up first. The rest... cough, I'll take care of it."
Lu Yan's gaze once again swept subtly over the blush on the bed sheet.
Aemeath followed his gaze, gasped again, grabbed the clothes beside her and hastily put them on, then blushed and fled to the bathroom.
"Put it away right now!" Aemeath shouted, her voice a mixture of exasperation and embarrassment, followed by a slam of the door shut.
Lu Yan sat on the edge of the bed, facing the living room door, and looked down at the bed sheets.
He shook his head and chuckled, his eyes brimming with happiness.
Inside the restroom, Aemeath, leaning against the frosted glass door, was breathing heavily.
She covered her burning cheeks with both hands, peering through her fingers at the large mirror above the sink.
Her once fair and delicate face was now so red it looked like it was about to bleed.
Even worse, following the line of sight downwards, her smooth collarbone and fair neck were dotted with marks left by Lu Yan last night, marks that were impossible to conceal.
"Ugh~~~~ Aemeath, you're so disappointing!"
She ruffled her messy pink hair in frustration, muttering to herself in the mirror:
"You've seen it all these years, how come you run away at the sight of a bed sheet... How utterly shameful! You've completely disgraced the savior!"
She turned on the tap, scooped up a handful of cold water and splashed it on her face, trying to cool down her rapidly rising body temperature.
Cool water droplets dripped down her beautiful jawline.
Aemeath looked up at herself in the mirror, her eyes and brows radiating an irrepressible spring-like allure. She couldn't help but bite her lower lip, but the corners of her lips turned up uncontrollably.
"But... A-Yan was so gentle last night..."
She subconsciously reached up and touched the mark on her neck; her fingertips were slightly cool, but her heart was burning with an alarming heat.
Recalling his restrained yet powerful breathing last night, and the trembling arms he wore when he held her tightly, Aemeath's heart skipped a beat again.
"Now... I'm completely his, right? Hehehe~~~" Aemeath grinned foolishly at herself in the mirror for a while, her eyes filled with the sweetness of being immersed in love.
However, this sweet feeling didn't last three minutes before Lu Yan's words outside suddenly flashed through her mind. "Today is April 30th, we're going back to our hometown."
The temperature, which had just dropped slightly, suddenly spiked again, but this time it was from fright.
"Wait! Meeting the parents?!"
Aemeath suddenly leaned closer to the mirror, then turned her neck left and right, looking at the suggestive marks. Her face instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, and she stamped her feet in despair, on the verge of tears. "I'm doomed! I'm doomed! How am I going to meet my parents with so many marks on my neck!"
As she frantically searched for concealer, she muttered her complaints under her breath, her cheeks puffed out:
"It's all that wicked black cat A-Yan's fault!"
"He's usually quite restrained, so why is he suddenly munching on things like that... Am I supposed to wear a turtleneck sweater to meet his family?"
I'm so angry!