Afterglow

The steam in the bathroom hadn't completely dissipated when Lu Yan returned to the living room, carrying the pink silkworm pupa in his arms.

Aemeath was completely wrapped in a thick, soft bath towel, with only her head showing.

Lu Yan gently placed her on the large sofa in the living room.

"Sit still, I'll go get the hairdryer." Lu Yan gently tapped the tip of her nose.

At this moment, Aemeath truly resembled a kitten whose fur had been completely smoothed out, exuding a lazy charm.

She slumped back on the sofa, her long legs peeking out from under the towel, her toes playfully tugging at his departing figure.

A short while later, Lu Yan returned with a hair dryer.

Instead of sitting in the single seat next to her, he sat cross-legged on the back of the sofa behind Aemeath, bringing Aemeath entirely into his aura.

The hairdryer whistled out hot air, and along with the warmth came Lu Yan's slender hands.

He ran his hands through her wet, pink hair, rhythmically massaging her scalp, taking meticulous care of every inch from root to tip.

"Mmm~~" Aemeath let out a very satisfied sigh, her eyes slightly narrowed, her head swaying rhythmically with the strength of Lu Yan's hands. This feeling of being pampered in every way completely erased the sense of liberation and resonance she had felt in the bathtub earlier.

Lu Yan stared at the pink strands of hair fluttering between his fingers, his gaze surprisingly deep.

The heightened senses brought about by intimacy allowed him to now even perceive the trajectory of each strand of hair dancing in the hot air.

At that moment, time seemed to slow down.

Lu Yan suddenly felt that even if he had to blow-dry her hair like this for the rest of his life, he wouldn't find it boring.

"Okay." Lu Yan turned off the power and carefully used a comb to smooth her long, silky hair.

Go change into something comfortable, I'll make you some noodles.

"Okay~" Aemeath turned around, and before he could notice, she quickly pecked him on the cheek, then disappeared into the bedroom like a wisp of smoke.

Lu Yan touched his cheek, shook his head with a wry smile.

He stood up and stretched.

Sure enough, the intense work he did last night and just now didn't make him feel tired at all; on the contrary, he felt refreshed and full of energy.

He went into the kitchen, changed into a set of blue cotton loungewear, rolled up his sleeves, and skillfully turned on the gas stove.

Inside the bedroom, Aemeath was standing in front of the dressing mirror.

She pulled out a pink nightgown from the closet that matched Lu Yan's loungewear set. The satin fabric clung to her skin, bringing a slightly cool touch.

She looked at herself in the mirror, a lingering blush still on her cheeks.

She reached out and gently touched her collarbone, where a kiss mark left by Lu Yan had just left was still there.

"Honestly... he usually looks so refined, but he's ruthless when he does things."

Aemeath muttered to herself, but a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

She recalled their flirting on that small 1.2-meter bed, and how he obediently followed her orders and let her do as she pleased when they first came back. Comparing this to the frenzy in the spacious bathroom just now, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction filled her chest.

This is their home.

Here, there are no elders watching over them, no societal rules, only her and him.

The enticing aroma of beef sauce wafting from the kitchen as it was being cooked wafted out.

"Little Aemeath, the noodles are ready, come out and eat." Lu Yan's voice came from the restaurant.

Aemeath ran quickly outside and sat down at the dining table.

Two steaming bowls of beef noodle soup, generously topped with thick chunks of beef, the chili oil glistening enticingly under the warm yellow light.

Lu Yan was already sitting opposite her, carefully placing a bright green vegetable into her bowl.

Aemeath didn't pick up her chopsticks; instead, she rested her chin on her hands and stared longingly at Lu Yan.

"What's wrong? Not to your liking?" Lu Yan raised an eyebrow.

"No." Aemeath pouted, her voice so soft it could melt your heart, "A-Yan, my arms and legs are so weak, I have no strength left. It's all because of you, so..."

She pointed to the noodles in front of her, her eyes blinking suggestively. "You have to take responsibility, you have to feed me."

Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, then love appeared in his eyes.

Okay, here you go.

Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up her bowl and moved to her side.

Lu Yan picked up a noodle, blew on it gently to make sure it wasn't too hot, and then carefully offered it to Aemeath's lips.

Aemeath opened her pink lips and took a bite; the savory aroma of the beef and the chewy texture of the noodles exploded in her mouth.

More importantly, the feeling of being cherished and pampered by her lover made her feel extremely comfortable, both physically and mentally.

"Is it good?" Lu Yan picked up another large piece of beef and handed it over.

"Mmm, the noodles A-Yan fed me are the best in the world." Aemeath said indistinctly, chewing her noodles while holding her face in her hands, like a cat that had been fed to its heart's content.

Lu Yan watched as her cheeks puffed out, then reached out and wiped away a bit of sauce from the corner of her mouth.

"Eat slowly, there are two jars of beef sauce here, enough for you to last a long time."

"Then you have to feed me every day." Aemeath seized the opportunity to push her luck.

"You can do it anytime you want, every day."

In the quiet of the night, a warm lamp and two bowls of hot noodles.

Lu Yan fed her bite by bite, Aemeath enjoyed it with a clear conscience.

This kind of ordinary, everyday life, so simple and unpretentious, surpasses all empty promises.