Chapter 235: 【you’ve Got Me Behind You】 And 【big Dragon Cub Visits】
Inside the apartment in 2013.
Lin Xiuyuan listened to the question coming from beside his ear, stunned for a moment, his gaze unconsciously sweeping over the faint glimpse of tender white at her chest, then slightly raising his brows, a hint of a smile curling at his lips.
He then chuckled lightly, a meaningful glint flashing in his eyes, “Oh, Sulli, how did you know?”
Having said this, Lin Xiuyuan’s tone was relaxed with a touch of playfulness.
But the result wasn’t scaring Jung Soo Yeon; instead, it startled the two Kim Tae Yeons who were whispering on the other side, making them both freeze as if someone had hit pause, immediately shutting their mouths, their gazes simultaneously turning toward Lin Xiuyuan and Jung Soo Yeon.
Their eyes held both disbelief and probing.
After all, Jessica’s situation seemed a bit “off”.
Jung Soo Yeon noticed those two intense gazes and couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
She raised her hand to brush the hair strands at her temple, her posture lazy yet alluring, “You guys aren’t really buying this guy’s nonsense, are you? I was just messing around with him.”
Lin Xiuyuan laughed along, but his gaze remained fixed on her face, “What do you mean messing around? I took it seriously.”
“Then go call her, right now, drag her over here.” Jung Soo Yeon raised her brows, her eyes sly, her tone half-serious half-joking, as if waiting for him to make a fool of himself.
“Tsk tsk, you’ve got me pinned.”
Lin Xiuyuan met her gaze for a moment before spreading his hands, replying with a half-smile.
As his words fell, Jung Soo Yeon suddenly recalled the scene of their first meeting.
The strangeness and novelty from back then, mixed with the current familiarity and tacit understanding, made her lips curve involuntarily, her smile gentle.
She then gave him a flirtatious glance, her eyes flowing with intent, intentionally or not throwing a hint his way.
She stood up, casually linking arms with Lin Xiaolu who had just brought over a few bottles of water, chatting and laughing as they headed to the kitchen to check on the two “chefs” who had been busy preparing dinner all evening.
Seeing this, Lin Xiuyuan glanced at the time, slowly stood up, and said something to Kim Soft Soft and the others.
“Alright, time’s about right, I’ll go bring Yoona over.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked toward the time-space door, decisively pulling it open.
The next second, he stepped into another apartment.
Just as he entered, a crisp laugh rang in his ears, “Yah! You scared me to death, Xiuyuan~”
Lin Xiuyuan looked up to see Im Yoon Ah standing at the doorway of the second bedroom.
She was holding a bag in her arms, leaning slightly forward, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement, her bright eyes rippling like water waves, glaring at him with dissatisfaction and curiosity.
“What’s up? Just passing by?”
Lin Xiuyuan blinked, his tone half-teasing, half-curious.
Then, noticing her outfit, his pupils contracted slightly for an instant before he casually turned to glance back at the apartment behind him, “Wanna come over now?”
“Wait a bit first.”
Im Yoon Ah grinned and shook the bag in her hand, her tone light and cheerful, “I just bought some cake and snacks, help me carry some.”
“Sure thing.”
Lin Xiuyuan responded cheerfully, closing the door behind him and following her to the living room.
His gaze fell on the dining table, where several neatly arranged, exquisitely packaged small bags sat, clearly just picked up from a dessert shop.
Seeing this, Lin Xiuyuan couldn’t help but raise his brows, “Went out for afternoon tea earlier?”
“Yeah, met up with Ye Jin senior and the others for afternoon tea, just got back after chatting for a bit.”
Im Yoon Ah said as she reached for the bags.
But in that instant of her movement, a force suddenly wrapped around her waist from behind.
That warm large hand clasped her waist, and the next moment, hot breath trailed down her neck, slipping into the slightly open shirt collar, sending an undeniable shiver through her.
This sudden attack made Im Yoon Ah freeze for a moment, her heart pounding fiercely, her expression dazed.
Once she recovered, she turned her head, glancing sideways at the man buried in her shoulder.
Her eyes crinkled with laughter, lips curving into a gentle arc as she softly said, “What are you doing? Rare to see you being so proactive and clingy.”
“This outfit of yours is killing me.”
Lin Xiuyuan didn’t beat around the bush, blurting out his most straightforward thought.
Actually, from the moment he opened the door and saw Im Yoon Ah, the amazement in his eyes had already spilled over, his heart skipping a beat.
Mainly because the white shirt paired with sky-blue jeans on her looked like “prime catch” on any age woman.
And the effect varied by age group.
For an eighteen-year-old young girl, it was fresh, beautiful, artistic, and delicate.
For women in their twenties, it was simple, neat, sophisticated, and full of vitality.
Finally, on thirty-year-old women, it exuded an irresistible light maturity mixed with pure desire, intellectual yet womanly.
It had no age limit, no body type barrier. On ordinary girls, it already looked great, but on someone like Im Yoon Ah with perfect conditions, it maxed out the appeal.
So even as he talked to her now, Lin Xiuyuan’s gaze remained glued to her outfit, unable to look away.
Seeing Lin Xiuyuan’s undisguised gaze on her, a joyful smile immediately bloomed on Im Yoon Ah’s small face.
That smile carried a hint of pride, yet also an irrepressible sweetness, as if savoring the privilege of being intently watched.
The pleasure and satisfaction welling up inside made her feel lighter.
This was probably what they called emotional value.
Being cared for, being seen, was romance at its peak.
Coming back to her senses, Im Yoon Ah gently turned around, her slender arms naturally hooking around Lin Xiuyuan’s neck.
Her eyes arched slightly, her voice laced with faint provocation, deliberately lowered, “What’s wrong? Like looking at me that much?”
Though teasing, her clear eyes were full of softness and warmth, as if inviting, or probing.
Lin Xiuyuan didn’t respond with words; his rationality crumbled completely under her smiling gaze.
The next second, his body moved faster than his thoughts.
He directly reached out, cupped her perky hips, and lifted her entirely onto the dining table.
“Yah… hahaha~”
Im Yoon Ah let out a light yelp, her laughter lingering, but her eyes trembled slightly from the sudden closeness.
He instantly drew near, lips meeting.
In that instant, the air seemed ignited, breaths quickening, tongues chasing, slowly turning into scalding boiling water, bubbling~.
And Lin Xiuyuan’s hands unconsciously slid down Im Yoon Ah’s back, his fingertips savoring the delicate warmth beneath the fabric.
Heartbeats like drums… thundering in his ears…
Making him fully immersed in this suffocating hot kiss.
At this moment, all words lost meaning; only each other’s heartbeat rhythms were the truest resonance.
After an unknown time, as the afterglow faded, their emotions softened gradually.
Once Lin Xiuyuan’s breathing steadied, Im Yoon Ah gently pushed him away.
Lips curved in a smile, eyes flashing with a bit of coquettish reproach, she smiled lightly, “Alright, no more, or the others will think I ate you up, and they’ll blame me for not knowing restraint.”
As she spoke, she tapped his lips lightly with her fingertip, like a reminder, or claiming the last taste.
That bit of uncleared lipstick mark became the most direct proof of ambiguity.
Lin Xiuyuan chuckled lightly, casually wiping his mouth without much care, then replied with pride and teasing.
“Yoona, you used to not care about this stuff, what’s up now? Got me and now you don’t care, showing some slag girl vibes, not cool.”
He knew full well he’d been too immersed earlier, not even noticing her little tease, just going straight in.
Mainly, after Lin Xiuyuan went in, Im Yoon Ah’s immediate response and enthusiastic feedback made him vividly feel what “welcoming” meant.
It relaxed his entire body and mind, even his skin blooming.
Could only say… big sister really knew emotional value.
“Yah…”
Teased back by him, Im Yoon Ah first rolled her eyes in shy annoyance, then coquettishly pouted, “Go away, there are so many people over there, if they find out, even I with thick skin would be embarrassed.”
Though she said that, the next second she proactively offered her soft lips, entwining with him for another moment.
Satisfied, she pulled back, poking Lin Xiuyuan’s chest with her finger, smiling brightly: “Alright now? No more fooling around, time to go.”
She even pinched his cheek, the gesture carrying reluctant tenderness.
Then, each carrying some cake and snacks, they passed through the time-space door back to the 2013 apartment.
Just entering, they met Kim Soft Soft and Kim Tae Yeon’s gazes. Im Yoon Ah immediately flashed a brilliant smile, waving to Kim Soft Soft: “Older sister, good evening.”
Her tone intimate and natural, demeanor bright, as if no distance had ever existed.
More than a decade seemed nonexistent between them.
As Im Yoon Ah warmly approached Kim Soft Soft, Kim Tae Yeon on the sofa slowly stood, her expression a bit complex.
She walked to Lin Xiuyuan, cheeks puffed, looking a bit sulky and speechless.
“Xiuyuan.”
She poked his waist with her slender finger, whispering, “Lipstick on your mouth, wipe it off.”
Her tone soft, yet with a hint of complaint, like grumbling mixed with helplessness and jealousy, ultimately unable to really get mad.
Lin Xiuyuan grinned sheepishly, clumsily wiping his mouth, his voice tinged with guilt as he explained.
“Ah, I wiped it already…”
As soon as he said it, he instinctively glanced sideways at Im Yoon Ah on the other side of the sofa.
Sure enough, she was propping her chin gazing at him, eyes full of teasing and mischief.
Lips slightly upturned, like saying “caught red-handed, huh?” with smugness.
That gaze made Lin Xiuyuan’s heart heat up fiercely, as if ignited.
Playing with big sister was all about this push-pull thrill.
A bit of ambiguity, a bit of provocation, addictively irresistible.
With this little interlude over, the atmosphere lightened, and with Im Yoon Ah joining, the living room quickly buzzed.
Everyone found their spots, and the party officially began.
In one corner of the sofa, Im Yoon Ah and Kim Soft Soft sat close, holding beverages, chatting from 2013 trivia to 2025 changes.
The two women’s laughter was sometimes light, sometimes filled with emotion, topics from stage to life, from past greenness to current maturity, delving deeper, as if the decade-plus gap never existed, their tacit understanding and closeness undiminished.
Beside them, Kim Tae Yeon hugged Kim Soft Soft’s mobile phone, curled in the sofa corner, eyes glued to the screen.
Her pursed lips suppressing laughter nearly betrayed her thoughts.
Turns out she was chatting with Father Kim via messages, her uncontainable excitement turning surrounding talk into background noise.
In the living room center, another small “battle” was in full swing.
After being “invited” out of the kitchen by Sulli, Park Ji-yeon hit it off with Lin Xiuyuan, firing up the game console for 《Street Fighter》.
“Yah~ This isn’t fair.”
“Ji-yeon, you’re cheating.”
Unable to win, Park Ji-yeon simply blocked Lin Xiuyuan’s controller with her hand, occasionally clutching her stomach laughing uncontrollably.
Lin Xiuyuan was amused by her “rogue moves,” loosening up to “act” along, filling the living room with easy, joyful laughter.
In the kitchen on the other side, an unexpected scene unfolded.
Ice Princess Jung Soo Yeon, unbelievably, tied on an apron, standing by the stove, intently watching Ham Eun-jung and Sulli cook.
The oil smoke she once hated most now didn’t drive her away, but became a trial ground for learning new skills.
Observing closely, occasionally frowning, nodding now and then, like a serious elementary student, amusingly earnest.
While gaming, Lin Xiuyuan occasionally scanned the room, and seeing this, a strange feeling rose in his heart.
In this small space, everyone busy with their things, each with different real-life goals and thoughts, yet their presence formed unique harmony.
Even from different time-spaces, they found resonance in this instant.
As time passed, dusk deepened, city lights coming on.
Sweet Eun-jung, off work, was finally picked up by Lin Xiuyuan, her first formal meeting with so many “members”.
Just entering, before she could speak, Park Ji-yeon pounced like a little dinosaur, hugging her tightly, calling out repeatedly.
“Older sister! Older sister! Older sister!”
Her enthusiastic, clingy manner seemed to pour out all her longing at once.
If not for learning to restrain emotions lately, she’d probably be teary-eyed.
Sweet Eun-jung, who raised Park Ji-yeon from young, after over a decade in the future, doted on her little dragon cub even more.
She smilingly ruffled Park Ji-yeon’s hair, patted her back gently, tone full of indulgence, “Alright alright, older sister’s here, no crying, so many people watching.”
“I wouldn’t.”
Park Ji-yeon straightened up, eyes flashing pride, “Older sister, I’m president level now, that crybaby Park Ji-yeon is long gone.”
Though said so, the dependence and need for affirmation in her eyes hadn’t changed.
She pulled Sweet Eun-jung to the sofa, chattering like a kid showing off achievements about her changes and gains since 2013.
Sweet Eun-jung listened patiently, nodding occasionally, smiling lightly, eyes full of pride and relief.
Night deepened, finally reaching the most anticipated dinner time.
In the kitchen, Sulli in apron efficiently plated the last dish of stir-fried green pepper beef, carrying it to the dining table.
Meanwhile, Ham Eun-jung sliced the fresh kimchi pancake, steam rising with enticing aroma.
They exchanged smiles, teasing each other, “Today’s division of labor was pretty tacit.”
As dishes were brought out one by one, the restaurant buzzed.
The table overflowed with appetizing dishes: Sulli’s kung pao chicken, mapo tofu, and the labor-intensive beer duck, aromas wafting, colors tempting;
Ham Eun-jung’s signature kimchi pancake and doenjang soup, rich flavors whetting appetites;
On the other side, several perfectly seared steaks sat ready, blending Chinese and Korean vibes like a cross-cultural feast.
Seeing the feast, no reminders needed, everyone gathered around the dining table, laughter and chatter rising.
But soon someone noticed the issue: not enough chairs.
Counting around, eight chairs at the table, but nine people.
Double Kim + two salty-sweet + two double Lin, then Lin Xiuyuan, Sulli, Jung Soo Yeon, Park Ji-yeon.
Wait, ten.
“Oops, short two chairs, Xiuyuan, who invites people for dinner without enough seats!”
Kim Tae Yeon spoke first, blinking playfully, face full of mischief like “see what you do”.
Lin Xiuyuan shrugged helplessly, spreading hands, “Fine, guess I’ll sacrifice.”
He actually got up, dragged his room’s computer chair over, and sat by the table.
Chairs mismatched in height with wheels, creaking softly as he sat seriously, instantly bursting the room into laughter.
“Hahaha, Xiuyuan, you’re too funny!” Im Yoon Ah nearly collapsed laughing, “Feels like a meeting, not dinner.”
“Yeah, totally kills the vibe.” Jung Soo Yeon laughed till tears came.
“Still one short?” Sweet Eun-jung looked up remindingly, tone helpless yet amused, “I’ll stand.”
“No need, older sister, I’ll get my stool.”
Sulli stood quickly, smiling as she fetched her makeup chair from the room, squeezing next to Lin Xiuyuan.
The two apartment owners now in “special seats,” they exchanged looks and burst out laughing.
Kim Soft Soft couldn’t hold back, face red from laughing, “Snowball, Xiuyuan, by everyone’s logic, not everyone here yet, chairs short, what for full group dinner next time?”
Called out, Lin Xiuyuan sat primly, feigning seriousness, “No problem, tomorrow I’ll buy red plastic stools, add seats freely for meals, any number welcome.”
“Hahahaha…”
Everyone doubled over, chiming in, “Agree~ Agree~”
Amid the laughter, they finally dug in.
First chopsticks went for mapo tofu, Park Ji-yeon yelping “ow” on entry, “Wow~ So spicy!”
Everyone thought she’d drop it, but she quickly took second, third bites, exclaiming while eating, “So good, Jinjin, your culinary skill could open a restaurant, being an idol has no future.”
Her words drew amused gazes from all.
Sulli agreed emphatically, “Right, so I’m a screenwriter now, Ji-yeon~”
Table atmosphere heated up, everyone passing dishes, teasing each other.
Lin Xiuyuan sneakily picked out his favorite fish, caught by Jung Soo Yeon, “Lin Xiuyuan, don’t hog, leave some for others.”
Sparking another round of laughter.
In the restaurant, clinking cups, chopstick sounds, hearty laughs wove together, filling the space with joy and warmth.
After some time.
Table chatter faded, bowls and plates left with lingering aromas and grease.
Everyone leaned back contentedly, stretching lazily.
Soon, Sweet Eun-jung stood first, patting knees, “Alright, everyone full, I’ll clean up.”
Instantly, Park Ji-yeon bounced up, tugging her sleeve, “I’ll do it, older sister~ You’re our guest today, can’t let you work alone!”
“I’m a guest, aren’t you, Ji-yeon?” Sweet Eun-jung smiled up at her, eyes full of gentleness and doting.
“I’m from 2013, of course not.”
Park Ji-yeon’s confident reply made Lin Xiaolu purse lips in soft laughter, eyes curving tenderly.
“I’ll help too.”
Politely agreeing, she rose, carefully stacking soup bowls, carrying to the sink.
The three chatted and laughed while tidying, like a long-practiced small team.
Two minutes later, on the other sofa, Kim Soft Soft nestled in a cushion, somewhat downcast and helpless, sharing recent matters with Kim Tae Yeon and Im Yoon Ah.
“You don’t know, just back from 25 two nights ago, had a meeting on group issues. Good thing Soo Yeon backed me up, alone I’d say nothing, couldn’t control them, several older ‘seniors’.”
Kim Tae Yeon held a cup of warm water, nodding slightly: “Yeah, or you think I did nothing in 25 because I slacked. Outwardly, united focus. Internally, as captain I was useful early, later couldn’t hold steady.”
Im Yoon Ah’s eyes held heartache, softly saying, “It’s because you’re too accommodating early on, older sister.”
“But without early toughness, no period of everyone uniting for stages and achievements.”
Kim Soft Soft suddenly spoke, her words laced with relieved yet helpless emotion.
This silenced the three briefly, time and memories intertwining with mixed good and bad emotions.
At the dining table corner near kitchen, Ham Eun-jung and Sulli lingered in cooking afterglow.
Meanwhile, Jung Soo Yeon seemed distracted, quietly pulling Lin Xiuyuan’s sleeve, signaling to the window.
They stood shoulder-to-shoulder by the floor-to-ceiling window, outside night deep, city lights dotting, street traffic slow, flickering shadows stretching their figures.
After gazing outside long, Jung Soo Yeon finally spoke softly, “Xiuyuan, I’m a bit worried about Soo Jung lately.”
Lin Xiuyuan turned to her, brows twitching slightly, listening quietly without interrupting.
He caught her tone; it was this side’s Jung Soo Jung, not Krystal.
“She’s pushing too hard for her role lately.”
Jung Soo Yeon sighed, gaze drifting under neon flashes outside, “To gain weight, she’s constantly stuffing food, ignoring her body. I know it’s for the role’s change, but it’s too extreme… like competing with herself.”
Her tone lowered: “Plus, for acting skills, she pulls all-nighters often… I’m afraid she’ll drive herself crazy. She’s always like this, outwardly strong, but inwardly prone to overthinking.”
Night quiet, neon flickering outside mirroring her inner worry.
Finishing, Jung Soo Yeon turned to Lin Xiuyuan, eyes helpless and pleading, “What do you think, should I intervene? Or let her be? I’m scared if she keeps this up, she’ll go mad.”
Lin Xiuyuan listened quietly, gaze softening, not speaking immediately but gently rubbing her shoulder.
“I know what you’re worried about, but at Jung Soo Jung’s current stage, she’s prone to overthinking. From an actor’s view, it’s her way to break through. We know how stubborn she is deep down, right? Hard stops or comforts might not help, could burden her more.”
Jung Soo Yeon bit her lip, silent, worry lingering in her eyes.
Her fingers fidgeted with her hem, slightly tense, easing inner unease through action.
Seeing this, Lin Xiuyuan smiled softly, tone gentler, soothing and reassuring.
“Besides, Sulli isn’t ignoring her; a few days ago she got books of ‘acting insights’ from Yoona and Krystal for Jung Soo Jung. Should give her direction in obsessing over the role, not blindly crashing.”
He paused, seeing Jung Soo Yeon’s eyes light with relief, lips curving, “And she’s not alone; she has you behind her, you have me… and Krystal and them.”
【You have me behind you】 flowed like warmth through Jung Soo Yeon’s heart.
Her eyes trembled slightly, breathing easing, like a weight lifted, tension loosening.
Lin Xiuyuan leaned casually on the windowsill, glancing at her with a smile in his eyes.
“Of course, if still worried… consider pulling her to join the cult.”
His tone light with teasing.
“Extra seat at dinner won’t hurt. Acting straight from the original, she could balance like Little Deer from another angle. Compared to 《The Heirs》, her drama has less emotional focus.”
Finally, Lin Xiuyuan added half-jokingly, “Call it a little surprise for Krystal.”
Night breeze slipped through window cracks, tousling Jung Soo Yeon’s hair; she smoothed it, still gazing at Lin Xiuyuan in a daze.
Thought flickered in her eyes, lips curving lightly, shaking head slightly but not rejecting.
Her focus seemed more on his last words, as if Krystal held big place in his heart.
Thinking this, Jung Soo Yeon wrinkled her nose slightly, eyes holding silent quiet.
After, everyone gathered on sofas, chatting about the ‘time-space door’.
All shared first impressions of Lin Xiuyuan, reactions to crossing time-space; most initially saw him as a con artist.
Jung Soo Yeon and Park Ji-yeon most amusing; as earliest joiners, they first pegged him as pervert murderer.
Park Ji-yeon exaggerated expressions, voice half-terror half-curiosity, amusing everyone.
Talk shifted to time-space info’s cutting edge; 2025 members gave 13’s real experiences and advice unavailable online, so 13’s listened intently.
Time slipped by unnoticed, soon midnight.
So everyone rose to say goodbye.
But all had some drinks, no driving; just open door home.
Thus, a magical scene followed.
Lin Xiuyuan at time-space door, 25 members lined behind: Kim Tae Yeon, Im Yoon Ah, Sweet Eun-jung.
Mechanically opening, closing, reopening door, they waved goodbye successively, returning to their 25 apartments.
Even time-space door veterans like Jung Soo Yeon were shocked, eyes full of awe.
Then, Park Ji-yeon’s head sparked, blurting.
“Wow, too scary, oppa~ What if these were grenades? Killing invisibly! Toss bomb in, no evidence, terrifying.”
Speaker unintentional, listener alert.
Lin Xiuyuan’s mind flashed an idea; he turned to Jung Soo Yeon, eyes slyly probing.
Jung Soo Yeon not dumb, pointed at him warningly and worriedly, “Don’t get ideas, what if trouble? Why bother her? As long as she lives shamelessly fine.”
Her words tensed the air; others realized, turning to Lin Xiuyuan with worry and tension.
Park Ji-yeon, source of the “wild idea,” covered mouth, face flushing, regretting speaking.
Lin Xiuyuan chuckled relaxedly, “What? I haven’t said anything, you’re overthinking. C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”
He opened the room door, revealing the 25 villa behind.
Soft lighting, warm glow from living room welcoming them.
To send 13’s back, depart from 25 villa.
But once there, they lingered reluctantly, grabbing “mobiles,” curling on sofa scrolling videos.
Short video allure irresistible to these 13 “oldies”.
Especially for idols with fragmented time, each swipe and play a stimulating thrill, impossible to stop.
Lin Xiuyuan didn’t disturb, quietly sharing their antics in group chat to 25 folks, drawing laughter as if present.
Unbeknownst, a car owner, hearing Sweet Eun-jung home, rushed down, drove steadily toward him.
About twenty minutes later, early morning air with chill.
Lin Xiuyuan sent Jung Soo Yeon and others to their apartments; Kim Soft Soft unlocated, so to Lin Xiaolu’s.
Sulli off two days, staying in villa, chatting with LA’s Krystal.
As all settled, Lin Xiuyuan’s phone rang, caller display stunning him and Sulli.
“Ji-yeon~” Sulli softly exclaimed, surprised.
Lin Xiuyuan answered steadily, “Hey, Ji-yeon, what’s up?”
Big Dragon Cub’s voice seductive, “Xiuyuan~ You free now? At small tavern door, come drink?”
At alley mouth, Big Dragon Cub stood, not mentioning her unanswered call, just gazing inside.
She knew Lin Xiuyuan lived here, not which house.
In the villa.
Hearing this, Lin Xiuyuan paused, checked time, “Early morning, Ji-yeon.”
“So? Drinking feels right at dawn.” Big Dragon Cub replied.
At this, Lin Xiuyuan and Sulli exchanged looks; she smiled, pointed upstairs, left, signaling he could go with Big Dragon Cub alone fine.
Watching Sulli leave, Lin Xiuyuan ruffled hair, stood, “Okay, coming to get you, wait.”
“Mm~”
Hearing, Big Dragon Cub pursed lips, complex smile.
She lowered head, adjusted outfit, scanned alley ground, looked to villa, eyes faintly expectant.
Under streetlight, alley shadows soft and mottled, Big Dragon Cub standing like a night painting.
Black sleeveless top accenting long neck and shoulders, collarbone glowing faintly, cinched waist highlighting curves clearly.
Light beige short skirt hugging thigh lines, crisp yet seductive, neat with feminine softness.
Red pointed high heels on feet like small flames in night, contrasting pale legs with bold aura.
Big Dragon Cub not posing, casually standing, lightly gripping mobile, occasionally glancing deep alley.
Breeze lifted hair strands, softening her in night.
She knew Lin Xiuyuan’s preferences inside out; handling this young boy’s thoughts easy.
Last time in this outfit, not close enough, she didn’t give what he wanted.
Tonight, if he passed her “test”, her red heels might tease, even lift skyward.
Soon, villa door opened slowly, warm light behind.
Lin Xiuyuan stepping out instantly drawn to alley figure.
Next second, he froze.
The simple outfit on Big Dragon Cub exuded ultimate allure, especially red high heels striking his heart.
Big Dragon Cub under light, serene and radiant, holding up the whole street alone, glowing.
Lin Xiuyuan’s breath hitched, heart racing.
One glance told him deliberate dressing, yet he couldn’t suppress inner amazement and flutter.
Big Dragon Cub watched him approach, lips curving naturally into his view, like prepared just for him.
She walked toward him gracefully, unhurried to tavern, straight to him, to the villa.
Because on phone, she heard unusual sounds.
Normally, she’d ignore.
Men have little moves, not worth minding.
But evening thoughts bred worry and fear, making Big Dragon Cub probe.
If this boy really “scum”, bye.
After so much, she could let go.
This resolve and detachment softened the night for her, steps firm and calm.
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