Lin Waner picked up the small backpack beside her. From it, she took an orange-flavored lip balm. She swirled it around her lips several times. Then, with her balm-coated cherry lips, she sealed the mouth of a water bottle filled with plain water.

A few minutes later.

A bottle of orange-flavored water was ready...

Since the balm was transparent, not a trace remained on the bottle’s rim.

After capping it, Lin Waner tucked the bottle back into her backpack.

Done, she limply collapsed onto the sofa. Just imagining Chuyun drinking her saliva made her face flush with a sickly red. Her whole body felt soft and weak. Even a certain private spot grew damp.

“Chuyun~~~”

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....

...

A soft, alluring voice suddenly filled the villa’s living room, mixed with hurried breaths. It faded just as quickly.

Flushed from her “exercise,” Lin Waner rested on the sofa.

“Doing this alone isn’t satisfying enough. In just over ten days, Chuyun can join me. He’s so weak—I must help him train properly.”

A few minutes later.

Still blushing, Lin Waner checked her phone. “It’s already this late? I wonder if that little bitch Xia Shiqi argued with Chuyun yesterday. She should’ve smelled my scent on him.”

“I really want to live with Chuyun. Then I can train him every day.”

Lin Waner seductively licked her cherry lips with her pink tongue. Her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with watery desire—a creepy, sickly urge for intimacy.

“I’m already looking forward to the day he visits my house.”

“No... I can’t think anymore... or I won’t hold back...”

Suppressing her urge, she stood and headed to her bedroom. That damp spot needed changing.

Meanwhile, Chuyun walked toward Lin Waner’s house. Suddenly, a honey-sweet voice called from behind. Instantly, a name flashed in his mind.

Han Youwei...

So she really lives here...

“Is that... Chuyun?”

He turned. Sure enough, it was the silly Han Youwei. He wasn’t surprised—he’d guessed she’d live in this neighborhood. Fate, after all.

“Ehehe! I knew it was you! I’m so happy we’re neighbors!”

Han Youwei hadn’t expected to see him here. She’d only recognized his back and called out on impulse. Overjoyed, she dashed toward him.

“Yikes!”

She tripped on flat ground. Chuyun caught her just before she hit the floor. In the rush, his hand accidentally brushed her chest. He felt its softness—like fluffy cotton candy.

Flustered, he helped her up and tapped her forehead. “Silly. Why trip on flat ground?”

“Wah... I’m not a dummy! I’ll get smarter! Chuyun, will you wait for me?”

Han Youwei thought he was calling her stupid. Her moon-shaped eyes welled up like a abandoned kitten’s.

“Mm-hmm, got it.”

Chuyun brushed it off. This silly girl could talk forever. Better to change the subject.

“By the way, Han Youwei—which villa do you live in? Did you just move here?”

He doubted he’d missed such a cute, airheaded girl before.

“Yeah! I just moved in. I think it’s Villa 15.”

“Oh? Well—”

Chuyun was cut off by a mature woman’s voice.

“Xiao Youwei, what are you doing? Who’s this?”

A gentle-looking woman in her thirties approached, eyeing Chuyun warily—like guarding a precious cabbage.

“Qing Auntie, he’s my friend!”

“Oh~~~ So this is Chuyun? The one you chattered about nonstop until bedtime yesterday?”

“I... I didn’t! Wah... Qing Auntie’s the worst!”

Han Youwei hid behind her, stomping in embarrassment.

Truth was, she hadn’t mentioned Chuyun *during* baths. But otherwise, she’d gushed about him constantly—making her mom and Qing Auntie deeply curious. Though silly, Han Youwei knew what to keep secret. She’d never told them how good it felt when Chuyun touched or held her hand. That was her private joy. And her silence saved Chuyun. After all, touching a girl he’d just met would’ve labeled him a creep.

So, Chuyun narrowly escaped trouble.