Chapter 272: “if You Don’t Want To Be Kidnapped, You’ll Have To Sleep With Xiuyuan”
The air in the living room seemed ignited by an invisible flame, not hot in temperature, yet making one’s chest tighten.
The ceiling lights weren’t harsh, soft yellow glow enveloping the surroundings, clearly outlining everyone’s expression.
The tidied dining table still held residual warmth, the faint fragrance between cups and glasses mixing with the wine’s aroma into a subtle aura, like a hazy mist lingering in the narrow space.
On one corner of the sofa, Krystal hugged her knees, turning sideways to quietly watch, her expression like a frozen photo.
Lin Xiuyuan leaned on the other end of the sofa, his eyebrows slightly raised, as if he were a silent observer.
The silence between the two was like quietly pressing the pause button on time.
However, the subtle ease from moments before was sliced open by Jessica’s direct words.
Those words were like a knife, lightly falling yet precisely splitting the air.
Jung Soo Yeon’s shoulders trembled slightly, but she didn’t counter immediately.
Her lowered eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the lights, her gaze falling on the half-empty glass cup at the table’s corner, as if peering through it to see the entire year’s ups and downs.
Last year… she knew clearly, it was also when Girls’ Generation truly stood at the peak.
At that time, their popularity was like a frenzied wave, mercilessly sweeping everything, almost overnight pushing her and her teammates to the center of East Asia’s, even global, Hallyu.
Back then, every step she took felt like stepping on air.
Not a metaphor, but a real feeling.
Light and floating, feet not touching ground, every moment in a zero-gravity state like walking in space.
Before, Jung Soo Yeon had heard similar words from the members of TVXQ, and she had laughed at them, thinking it was just exaggerated rhetoric.
Until that state truly descended upon her, she realized it wasn’t false at all.
All of Seoul, neon-flashing Tokyo, even farther places—the media, social platforms, forums—all discussing Girls’ Generation, discussing her, called the “Ice Princess.”
People from different circles proactively sought photos with her, wanted to meet her, invited her to meals, handed invitations, sent all sorts of offers.
That heat made her feel like standing at the center of all lights, shots, gazes, dazzling to the point she couldn’t look away.
So Jung Soo Yeon admitted that she had indeed lost her sense back then.
Even in the dead of night, she often fantasized unrealistic futures, so much so that when she later met Kwon Young Il, her heart had palpitated slightly, thinking perhaps his promises were something she could grasp.
Until early this year, Lin Xiuyuan’s sudden appearance, taking her through that time-space gate into 2025, letting her see everything’s rise and fall and costs over the next ten years.
In that moment, that evening, Jung Soo Yeon truly calmed down.
Back to now, she indeed wasn’t that floating young girl anymore, but she couldn’t deny she had been like that once.
So when Jessica’s blunt words again hit like a wake-up call, tearing her awkward pride to shreds, it forced her to face that self.
Jung Soo Yeon pursed her lips, fingers lightly rubbing the cup’s rim, silent for a long time, finally speaking softly.
“You’re right, I was indeed floating back then.”
But at this point, she suddenly lifted her head, her gaze holding an unavoidable sharpness, with questioning and a firmness only she dared admit, looking at Jessica.
“But I still want to ask you one thing: you knew the situation was wrong, why didn’t you withdraw? Why continue? With my personality, I absolutely wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.”
Her voice wasn’t loud, yet like a needle pricking the air, every word solid.
Jessica quietly gazed at her, that look deep, like piercing Jung Soo Yeon’s defenses, or seeing another self.
Her thin lips moved slightly, her eye’s expression unclear if cold or smiling, like waiting, or enduring something.
Moments later, she finally spoke, voice faint, yet like a stone tossed into water, rippling.
“As expected, no wonder you’re the same person as me.”
Saying this, Jessica’s tone carried self-mockery, eyebrows lightly raised, “I thought the same back then, so I planned to withdraw immediately. But what happened? Under some intentional or unintentional guidance and concealment, I became the scapegoat. Many debts, many problems, all piled on me.”
She tilted her head slightly, fingertip lightly tapping her knee, like forcing herself to calm, yet unable to hide the helplessness in her eyes.
“After that, my name was pulled into the credit blacklist, personal credit completely ruined, saddled with a huge foreign debt.”
At this point, her tone grew low, like squeezed from her throat, “From that moment, I had no way out, forced to continue entangled.”
She paused, adding, “Maybe that’s the consequence of impatience. Once is a lesson, twice is me being stupid. If I’d held my temper and slowly withdrawn back then, perhaps it wouldn’t be like this.”
As her words fell, Krystal on the sofa side suddenly widened her eyes, body like electrocuted, fingers tightly clutching the pillow, nearly standing up.
“Jessica!!! That’s not what you told me back then.”
Questioned Jessica slowly turned her head, face showing little ripple, expression very calm, “What’s there to say? It already happened, talking more is useless. And it’d only make you worry for me? Better to say nothing.”
Krystal froze in place, gaze trembling intensely, lips parting but no words coming out, like choked breathless.
And Jung Soo Yeon was completely stunned by Jessica’s words.
She thought she already understood the past and future well, but hearing another self unveil that secret truly felt like a heavy hammer to the heart.
Immediately falling into silence again, gaze flickering with complex emotions, like struggling, or pondering.
The living room’s atmosphere thus grew heavy, as if even the air was weighed down.
And Lin Xiuyuan sitting on the sofa side, after quietly hearing Jessica’s account, leaned back, remote control casually flipping channels a few times, ultimately finding no decent program.
So he suddenly turned his head, speaking slowly with a lazy teasing tone, “So, Jessica, what’s the situation with you and that idiot now?”
Words just out, Jessica’s gaze immediately swept over coldly, sharp like an ice blade, stabbing straight into the heart.
Her cold, hard pronunciation full of disgust and resentment, “None of your business. Why should I tell you, you kidnapper.”
Lin Xiuyuan, stunned by the glare and retort, then couldn’t help laughing lowly, two deep chuckles carrying provocation.
Then spreading his hands, shrugging, carelessly said, “I’m not curious, just suddenly thought of your little ‘quit’ announcement recently—hope no more trouble follows? Getting pitted three times in a row would be too tragic.”
Jessica rolled her eyes hard, chest heaving with annoyance, as if wanting to grab something to smash.
Then pursing lips with a cold hum, “I was trapped before because I couldn’t let go of that brand, got locked on the ship. Now the brand’s gone, what more can pit me?”
Just after saying this, opposite Jung Soo Yeon frowned and couldn’t help interjecting, “Wait, Jessica, wasn’t your previous issue due to disputes with the entertainment company? News reported it that way.”
Unexpectedly, next second Jessica turned to look at her, gaze somewhat scrutinizing, then sweeping to Krystal on the sofa, “Most of what you know, Soo Jung probably told you, right.”
Jung Soo Yeon nodded lightly, expression slightly restrained.
Seeing this, Jessica chuckled lightly, yet with self-mocking aura, “That’s just the surface contract issue. What truly made me breach or get fined was actually other brand cooperations. Mainly, I’d already taken other promotions, but I didn’t understand the entertainment company’s contract details—I signed vaguely, unaware. Later discovering something wrong, in a panic to exit, I lost my footing, completely flustered, inexplicably breached.”
“Was it inexplicable, or schemed against?” Lin Xiuyuan nearby raised his eyebrow slightly, tone light yet sharp… adding a stab.
So Jung Soo Yeon furrowed brows tighter, following up, “Was it Kwon Young Il’s issue?”
Jessica, hearing this, unexpectedly relaxed, shrugging, “Doesn’t matter now, it’s past. You haven’t dealt with him here, and as for my future, from when you met this jerk Lin Xiuyuan, there’s no reference for you. So don’t just call me impatient—go make a mistake yourself then. If so, I’d laugh the loudest.”
Because she knew well, when Jung Soo Yeon saw her miserable state in the past, with her personality, she didn’t believe the other wouldn’t curse her.
Probably cursed pretty harshly too.
But she was too lazy to ask, sparing hearing those words again.
Thinking this, Jessica slowly turned her gaze to Lin Xiuyuan sticking close to Krystal over there.
That look very complex, like cold laugh, or sigh.
Looking at the man on the sofa, gaze holding indescribable emotions.
Both a hint of envy, some helplessness, more a lament at fate’s arrangement.
“Have to say, Jung Soo Yeon, with this magical man, things later probably won’t go wrong.”
Jessica’s lips curved, with teasing intent gazing at Lin Xiuyuan, “And Lin Xiuyuan, your methods are too foul. Having a hacked life is one thing, bringing others along—aren’t you afraid of lightning strike?”
“I didn’t do anything bad, why strike me.” Lin Xiuyuan chuckled lightly.
Jessica cold hummed, gaze flashing mischief, “Kidnapping count? Two-timing count?”
Her words provocative, quickly turning to Jung Soo Yeon, eyes flickering slightly, suddenly changing topic with half-smile tone, “Rather, you, Jung Soo Yeon—have you slept with him? Your skin looks off, not as good as Soo Jung’s.”
Words out, air abruptly stiffened.
Jung Soo Yeon first pupils shrank, then stubbornly lifted chin, coldly retorting, “No, it’s not—why are you curious about that.”
Her expression carrying stubbornness and unquestionable certainty, like using momentum to cover inner panic.
Jessica stunned by her reaction, mouth half-open, seemingly not expecting such answer.
Hesitating moments, then eyes narrowed, lips curving playfully, “So Jung Soo Yeon, you’ve been cut in line, huh? Again and again?? Tsk tsk, embarrassing~”
These words with sharp mockery, like a hidden arrow.
Living room instantly eerily quiet, only tension spreading in the air.
Next second, light laughter came from the sofa side.
Krystal couldn’t hold back, covering mouth, shoulders shrugging.
Lin Xiuyuan full-faced embarrassed, hand subconsciously scratching forehead, like wanting to wipe away the awkwardness.
The entire living room’s atmosphere instantly turned ambiguous and subtle, gunpowder and comedy intertwined, both tense and amusing.
Moments later, Krystal’s laughter still echoed in the living room, crisp and unmasked, like small stones falling on calm water, splashing unignorable ripples.
Somewhat unable to listen Jessica abruptly turned head, eyebrows raised, gaze sharp like piercing, “Hey, Jung Soo Jung, what’s so funny? If not for your bad idea, would Lin Xiuyuan do something rotten like kidnapping me? Really, outsiders would think I’m your enemy’s.”
Tone full of questioning, gunpowder-laden, like a bullet striking the living room’s air.
If it were Jung Soo Jung, she’d probably shrink on the sofa side, not daring to respond.
But this was Krystal, so she slowly put down her hand, expression calm, tone without panic, “Don’t get agitated, Jessica. I did it for your good. If I really watched you jump into pits, I wouldn’t have the mind to be a bystander. Better to fall into Xiuyuan’s pit than be dragged down by outside crap.”
Her “pit” clearly not baseless.
She understood Lin Xiuyuan; this pit…
Vast and deep, reaching far, enough to make one completely lost.
Jessica choked stunned, then cold laughed, “Ha, sounds nice. You say it lightly, just treating me like a little white rabbit.”
Krystal raised eyebrow, unpanicked counter, “How could it be, Jessica—you couldn’t be a little white rabbit, white stockings look awful on you. More like a leopard cat.”
“Hey, Jung Soo Jung.”
Their needle-to-wheat tension made the air like a taut string, almost breathless.
At this moment, Jung Soo Yeon finally couldn’t hold back, coldly interjecting with spicy sarcasm, “Jessica, have you been lonely too long? See a man and must pounce into bed?”
Words out, Jessica whipped head, expression calm yet coldly glamorous: “Heh, knowing that ‘trait’ and still holding back from bed—you’re impressive.”
Jung Soo Yeon cold smiled, gaze straight at her: “Then why don’t you go? By your absurd logic, shouldn’t you pounce on Xiuyuan now?”
“Cough cough. You argue, don’t drag me in.”
Lin Xiuyuan picked up mobile phone, heart like blown by cold wind, impulse to bolt.
Nearby Krystal immediately clapped, like watching stage play “clap clap” applauding, laughing eyes curved: “Brilliant, truly brilliant.”
Watching this, Lin Xiuyuan fully stiffened, fingers rubbing temple back and forth, heart muttering: if escalates further, probably a full brawl…
Park Ji-yeon’s recent mess still fresh in mind.
Yet Jessica unyielding, gaze shifting, tone firm with uncompromising edge, “Different situation I’d lie down, half-push-half-accept fine, but not kidnapping.”
Last four words bitten heavily, gaze viciously sweeping Krystal and Lin Xiuyuan.
But sofa pair wore “fearless” looks, exchanging glance, tacitly raising brows.
Their calm aura and rogue reactions made Jessica teeth itch with anger, yet helpless.
Nowhere to vent, she spun, spearheading back at Jung Soo Yeon, coldly, “What, think I don’t know what you’re thinking? It’s all on your face—drop the act, Jung Soo Yeon.”
Unaware of crisis Jung Soo Yeon first stunned.
Then lips curved, retorting with defiant swagger, “Got it, Jessica—you want it but can’t face it, classic tsundere girl.”
One sentence like salt thrown into heart, stabbing Jessica’s softest spot.
Since unbinding, she’d acted calm, but now fully “collapsed,” face flushed red, angrily cursing back.
“As if you’re different—you’re still acting now, just because Lin Xiuyuan hasn’t come onto you. Don’t always use your logic to guess me—I’m you too, can read your little thoughts crystal clear.”
Jung Soo Yeon instantly cheeks red, eyes flashing anger, but words stuck at mouth, stubborn on face yet no rebuttal.
Neither willing to yield first, atmosphere taut like twisted string.
Lin Xiuyuan couldn’t help turning head aside, face suppressing laugh, gaze with helplessness.
Indeed, same person arguing… can tear the other to shreds.
Nearby Krystal “treasure found” look, heart wildly regretting no camera, else could record.
She could almost foresee, recording tonight’s scene would be a classic to revisit years later.
But minding phone internet, she dared not pull it out to film, only hiding frenzy inwardly.
At this time, living room air like ignited by gunpowder, Jessica and Jung Soo Yeon confronting at dining table ends, verbal sparring.
“You tsundere type, heart itching to death yet pretending.”
Seeing attack effective, Jessica smiled more meaningfully, eye corner cold glint, “If me, at least I’d say it, unlike you—stubborn mouth soft heart, not daring admit thoughts.”
Jung Soo Yeon face stiffened, chest slightly heaving, like poked sore spot.
Turning head yet still cold laughing, “Heh, as if you’re so upright. Aren’t you just using loneliness as excuse? If gutsy, pounce now—don’t bluff here.”
Jessica eyes flashed, actually following her words, half-joking half-serious glancing at Lin Xiuyuan side, lips curving faint smile, “I said, different situation I’d be willing—even if he stripped now, I wouldn’t want.”
Lin Xiuyuan: ……
He nearly choked on water, awkwardly raising hand to rub brow, wondering how fire always burns to him.
Jung Soo Yeon stimulated blood rushing to face, biting lip, voice tight repeating, “Stop nagging, Jessica—if you really have guts, try now.”
“Oh?” Jessica intrigued, gaze provocative and ambiguous, “I see—you’re jealous?”
“I’m not.”
Jung Soo Yeon glared fiercely, yet “jealous” messed up her heart, blush burning to ear tips.
But same person, her denial in Jessica’s eyes became surer proof, so laughed more gleefully, “Little girl is little girl—stir a bit and face red.”
“I’m little girl, so you’re old woman?” Jung Soo Yeon suddenly recalled some famous saying.
Sure enough, words just out, opposite Jessica clenched fist, gaze vicious at her other self.
Fist hardened, harder than during binding, really wanting to hit.
……
……
Meanwhile, as nightfall fully descended, city’s neon like splashed pigments flashing outside car window.
Billboard lights hit car interior, reflecting on two faces inside, bright-dark passing.
Sulli just sitting in driver’s seat casually turned off dashcam, fingertip lightly on mute, device “click” extinguishing.
Then, without explaining, turned head faintly smiling, as if guessing what Jung Soo Jung would ask next.
“Lin Xiuyuan’s tavern, what’s the deal?”
“And… that ‘member’—what’s the situation?”
Sure enough, as car started, Jung Soo Jung spoke, voice unable to hide urgency.
Her questions like rapid fire one after another.
Sulli gripped steering wheel, gaze through windshield fixed on flowing car lights ahead, eyelashes casting faint shadows under neon.
Not answering immediately, instead lightly counter-asking, “Soo Jung, do you want to know the past, or the future?”
Stumped Jung Soo Jung paused, breathing stuck in chest, fingertips rubbing seatbelt back and forth, finally hesitantly voicing the buried question, “I’m quite curious how you, Snowball… got to 2025?”
Sulli lightly pursed lips, silent seconds, window neon hitting half her face, making eyes more hazy.
Then voice lowered, almost narrating another’s story, “I remember oppa telling me to hold a funeral ceremony, to join tavern member. I foolishly believed it.”
Here, she chuckled lightly, laugh like mist scattering in wind, “But unnie and Ji-yeon were helping too, so I believed.”
“What?” Jung Soo Jung shocked, body leaning forward, eyes wide, “What funeral?”
“Literal meaning.” Sulli lips pursed slightly, face faint smile, voice lighter, “First sight after eye mask removed, I saw my own tombstone.”
“…” Jung Soo Jung froze, fingers unconsciously clutching seatbelt, silent long.
Neon swept her face, reflecting stunned eyes.
Sulli deeply breathed, gaze over window’s passing nightscape, brilliance shattering into light points in pupils, like reflected fireworks or splashed old dreams.
“Then oppa, Soo Yeon unnie, and Ji-yeon took me to the cemetery—that day rain poured huge, wind cold, I thought dreaming, since no rain here. But there in cemetery, first time I saw future you, future Krystal.”
At this, Jung Soo Jung nose soured, fingertip trembled, wanting to ask “seeing your suicide, what did you think,”.
But words stuck in throat, stammering not daring, fearing secondary hurt to Sulli, only silently clenching palms.
Sulli seemed seeing her hesitation, turning to glance, smile gentle like a lamp, “Actually I was very broken then too.”
Lightly shrugging like recalling old matter, “But after crying, slowly came to terms—and future possible harm to me already punished by oppa here. No need worry, I’m not afraid anymore.”
“Recent Kim Soo-hyun incident, you saw too?” Voice softer, “For me, that’s probably the period.”
Now Jung Soo Jung couldn’t hold back, palms tight on knees, knuckles paling, tears swirling in eyes.
But tried turning head, holding tears from falling, fearing stimulating Sulli, fearing worrying this companion.
Driving Sulli seemed seeing all, freeing hand to gently pat Jung Soo Jung’s arm, fingertip softly rubbing, “Don’t hold back—cry if want.”
She smiled, like spring breeze with faint warmth, “They say crying releases endorphins, eases pain. I got through that way—back then didn’t dare tell you all, fearing worry. Now not afraid, dare face.”
Neon swept car again, reflecting on clasped hands, like faint light quietly swaying.
Jung Soo Jung couldn’t hold, tears finally sliding cheeks, but Sulli’s words softened heart’s bitterness.
A while later.
In a Seoul corner, film crew site brightly lit.
Tall light stands like mini cranes circling main set, warm yellow spotlights on scenery, giving dreamlike brightness.
As Sulli drove vehicle into site, their assistants hurried over, and Jung Soo Jung deeply breathed, quickly shaking off window’s fog from mind, instantly back to “professional state” calm.
Getting out walking to site, steps light, expression composed.
Car’s earlier shocks and sorrows like locked in heart, leaving deep glow.
Not knowing how long passed.
“Cut… perfect!”
Director’s call stop with rare surprise.
Finishing another take, Jung Soo Jung looked up seeing monitor behind director and AD exchanging shocked-joy looks.
Nearby leads gathered, whispering “Soo Jung your state tonight different,” “Yeah, acting suddenly clicked” “…”
Praises rising.
Centered Jung Soo Jung stood, chest slightly heaving, forehead stray hair strands glowing softly under lights.
Looking at surrounding colleagues, faint smile on face—response to praise and professional habit.
But this moment, Jung Soo Jung’s mind somewhat dazed.
Because she knew her tonight’s composure and confidence all from afternoon’s 2025 villa “future product.”
With full scenes, acting direction, she just traced segments into performance, like copying transparent draft.
So she appeared so at ease, gestures like rehearsed countless times.
Yet enjoying praise, faint thought flashed in Jung Soo Jung’s heart.
Like ripples from wind over calm water… Lin Xiuyuan’s figure inappropriately entering mind, standing in light-shadow corner smiling faintly at her.
Smile familiar tightening chest, like piercing time-space, carrying indescribable ambiguity and temperature.
That smile made Jung Soo Jung suddenly recall something, heart “thump.”
So during set change break, she hurried to Sulli side, low-voiced, “Snowball, future me, Krystal… did she sleep with Lin Xiuyuan?”
Sulli scrolling phone, fingertip sliding screen, hearing paused fingers slightly.
Then lips slowly curved mischievously, gaze playful, looking up at her, “Soo Jung, sure you want me to answer?”
Jung Soo Jung creeped by gaze, fingers twisting hem unconsciously, face flushed, yet gritted teeth holding, “Mm, answer me.”
Sulli lips holding smile, unable to hide mischief, mysteriously glancing around, then lightly nodding, smile like flame leaping, “Mm, yes—rolled sheets many times, supposedly knows inside out.”
Jung Soo Jung fully stiffened, like shocked, heart pounding, shamed nearly biting teeth to bits.
“So, that guy’s past looks at me weren’t my imagination… he’s really seen all of me, right?”
Sulli finally burst laughing, smile mix teasing sympathy, nodding lightly, “Yeah, so when you told me those things, I couldn’t explain—nearly died holding back…”
“Aaaah…” Jung Soo Jung hands covering face, wishing to burrow into ground.
Clearly still virgin, yet in that man’s eyes, long been naked existence.
Just imagining scene, face red as boiled shrimp, heartbeat drumming.
Sulli seeing her plight laughed happier, gaze gentle teasing, “Don’t mind too much—that’s Krystal, not Soo Jung you.”
“What talk—clearly same person.” Jung Soo Jung clenched fists, voice mosquito-like yet stubborn.
Unexpectedly Sulli next extinguished her, “Pretty good, actually I want to experience that… pity, no me in future.”
Jung Soo Jung mouth agape, impulse to slap self… why bring up this topic.
Then chest soured, words stuck unable out.
But unnoticed, Sulli beside lightly curved lips, faint smile arc.
Using own death to comfort others—her exclusive trick.
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Late night.
Living room, warm yellow lights softly on leather sofa and coffee table, casting warm quiet glow.
Outside city’s clamor isolated, space only three people and faint breathing.
Earlier tense Jessica and Jung Soo Yeon now quieted, sitting sofa sides, faces residual heat.
Jessica arms crossed leaning sofa back, brows tight, like suppressing anger.
Jung Soo Yeon fingers lightly rubbing sofa edge, expression concerned uneasy.
Other side, Krystal quietly scooted over, on cushion like little audience, gaze shifting between, lips faint smile.
“Swish…”
Bedroom door pushed, Lin Xiuyuan out, towel-drying wet hair, changed to loose home T-shirt, relaxed casual.
He looked to Jung Soo Yeon, tone calm, “Soo Yeon, wanna go back to apartment? Work tomorrow.”
Jung Soo Yeon paused, not answering first, subconsciously glancing Jessica.
Gaze worried hesitant—recent talk left heart uneasy.
Krystal had movie promo and film festival, her work packed, Jessica alone—any issues?
Lin Xiuyuan noted hesitation, drying hair approaching, lips faint smile, “Rest assured, I can watch her.”
Jung Soo Yeon frowned, leaning sofa back, gaze flashing, low-voiced retort, “You toilet, shower, sleep nights? Can she behave?”
Lin Xiuyuan shouldering towel, eyeing Jessica, half-joking, “Bind her again.”
His words like spark igniting air, originally quiet Jessica “whoosh” sat straight.
Like ignited, instantly bristled, voice raised, “Hey Lin Xiuyuan, dare bind again—better kill me once, else I’ll kill you.”
Round eyes full anger grievance, recalling binding, shoulders trembling.
Lin Xiuyuan paused, then hands spread innocent, “Murder illegal.”
Then Krystal suddenly spoke, tone casual like reminding or fueling, “If not want rebound, Jessica… sleep with Xiuyuan tonight.”
Living room air froze one second.
Jessica fully stunned, head slowly turning to stare Krystal, gaze blade-sharp, like devouring next second.
Krystal poised, arms hugging pillow, lips lightly up, like: just stating facts.
Gaze faint teasing, unexaggerated, observing next drama.
But later Krystal couldn’t watch play, sent back to 2025 by Lin Xiuyuan.
Then sent Jung Soo Yeon to her apartment, finally escorting home-wanting Jessica back to 13’s apartment.
Apartment lights warm, air night quiet comfort.
Lin Xiuyuan leaning sofa edge, amused looking Jessica, like about to speak, brows teasing ease.
But Jessica first, interrupting, “I wanna shower.”
Lin Xiuyuan slight brow raise, lazy, “Then shower.”
“No change clothes—per Soo Jung, you can take me straight home.” Softly adding, tone helpless stubborn.
Lin Xiuyuan eyes mischief gleam, soft-voiced, “Drop home idea—I’ll find Soo Jung’s clothes, you sisters same size anyway.”
Saying, led Jessica to bedroom, fingers pulling wardrobe.
Wardrobe neatly hung various clothes, almost all Krystal’s left.
Silky pajamas, soft home clothes, few small jackets.
Jessica’s gaze casually on ribbon-like pajamas, fingers gliding soft fabric.
Instantly face stiffened slightly, eyes flashing memory.
Afternoon self with gag, slight humiliation yet heart-palpitating moment.
Abruptly turning, glaring Lin Xiuyuan, brows tight, blurting curse, “Lin Xiuyuan, you’re real pervert.”
“Hey hey, gentlemen talk not hit—but cursing like that wrong.”
Seeing item in hand, understanding Jessica’s thought Lin Xiuyuan immediately said, “Not mine—I said before, Soo Jung’s product. We haven’t tried yet—you got first dibs.”
“Get lost~”
“I gotta watch you shower.”
“Then kill me.”
“Dead no temperature.”
“Pervert, jerk, bastard, scram, shiba…#%%@￥@￥#Q&$”
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