Unknowingly, the night passed, and the next day, the sun rose as usual.
The first rays of sunlight stread through the window, gently spilling into the room.
The bedroom, which had been tidied up until ten o'clock last night, was now a bit ssy.
Zhou Yuwen's clothes and Lu Lin's clothes were scattered all over the bed and the sofa. Lu Lin's black flared jeans hung off the edge of the bed.
Zhou Yuwen was still sound asleep. He felt satisfied, as if he had released all the energy pent up over his eighteen years in one night. It was truly a pleasant feeling.
However, Lu Lin had suffered. Toward the end, Zhou Yuwen had even lifted her up, standing on the bed and transforming into a human-powered "motor." Lu Lin was genuinely scared, fearing that Zhou Yuwen might lose his grip and throw her off.
Fortunately, that didn’t happen.
By the end, Lu Lin's long, slender legs were trembling uncontrollably, unable to support her anymore. Yet she feared ruining Zhou Yuwen's mood, so she held on.
It wasn’t until after 3 a.m. that Zhou Yuwen finally fell into a deep sleep.
Lying next to Zhou Yuwen, Lu Lin looked at his sharply defined face and wondered whether what she had done was right. After all, Zhou Yuwen was Zheng Yanyan's boyfriend, and Zheng Yanyan had always been decent to her.
She felt a little guilty toward Zheng Yanyan.
But Lu Lin thought to herself, *It's not like I’m competing with her anyway*.
Her feelings toward Zhou Yuwen were complicated; it wasn't quite love, nor was it sothing else.
*It is what it is*.
To be honest, though, lying next to Zhou Yuwen gave her a strange sense of security.
Thinking this, Lu Lin snuggled a bit closer to Zhou Yuwen, her ssy hair brushing against his cheek.
Lu Lin was a light sleeper. After just over four hours of sleep, she woke up.
It was around 8 a.m., and last night felt like a dream. But everything around her reminded her that it was real.
Beside her, Zhou Yuwen was still sound asleep.
Leaning against the headboard, Lu Lin took out her phone.
There were a few unread ssages:
Shen Yu: *Linlin, can you help
sun the blankets when you have ti?*
It was a fresh ssage. Lu Lin replied, *Sure*.
Li Qiang had sent Lu Lin several ssages the night before:
“I made another 100 yuan today ??”
“Linlin, do you have ti tomorrow? Can I treat you to a al? ??”
Last night, Lu Lin had been busy with Zhou Yuwen and had no ti to reply to Li Qiang. She had completely ignored his ssages.
Around 2 a.m., Li Qiang had sent another ssage:
“Linlin, I know I’m not good enough for you. Even if Zhou has a girlfriend, I know you wouldn’t choose . But I just can’t stop thinking about you. I don’t even want to date or anything. I just wish you wouldn’t be so cold and distant with . I’m not asking for much. I just want you to talk to
occasionally when you're free.”
“My scholarship is coming in soon. You said you needed money, right? I can make my own money now, so I can give you all of my scholarship.” Li Qiang's words were quite sincere.
After reading his ssages, Lu Lin thought for a mont and replied, “Thanks.”
“But I don’t need money anymore.”
“?” Li Qiang, surprisingly, hadn’t gone to bed yet.
So Lu Lin explained, “My dad transferred so money to .”
After sending that ssage, Li Qiang didn’t reply, and Lu Lin didn’t bother to follow up.
Aside from Li Qiang, Zheng Yanyan had also sent Lu Lin several ssages, mostly complaining that Zhou Yuwen was ignoring her.
“Linlin, what are you doing? I’m so bored. Talk to ?”
“Linlin, why are you ignoring
too? ??”
Zheng Yanyan had sent many ssages the previous night, but Lu Lin simply hadn’t had the ti to reply. Now, looking at those ssages, she felt a bit guilty. She responded: *I went to bed early last night*.
Zheng Yanyan hadn’t replied yet, probably still asleep.
Beside her, Zhou Yuwen continued to sleep soundly. Lu Lin thought about lighting a cigarette but hesitated, unsure if Zhou Yuwen would like it. So instead, she ordered sothing on her phone. She spent 25 yuan on a pill and added so snacks to the order. After last night's exhaustion, she definitely needed to eat sothing. She didn’t like having a traditional breakfast, so she just ordered so AD calcium milk and a few snacks. But since she figured Zhou Yuwen might be hungry too, she ordered a bunch of random stuff.
In total, she spent over 70 yuan.
As she paid, she looked at her WeChat balance, which was down to 123.68 yuan. She hesitated for a mont before choosing to proceed with the paynt.
After paying, Lu Lin got up to take a shower.
Sunlight stread onto Lu Lin’s tall figure, making her body glow like a pristine piece of art.
Her long legs and slender waist gave her the perfect figure, and even compared to celebrities, she wasn’t lacking. But at eighteen, Lu Lin didn’t think much about that.
What she was thinking now was how lucky Zheng Yanyan was to have such a good boyfriend.
Even though last night had been enjoyable, Zhou Yuwen had clearly just seen her as a substitute for Zheng Yanyan.
Looking around at the large apartnt, worth 2.5 million yuan—money she could never earn in her lifeti—everything inside, from the furniture to the appliances, was branded. Even the bathroom looked luxurious, with a sleek modern design and separated wet and dry areas.
But none of it belonged to her.
The bathroom system was quite advanced, and it took Lu Lin a while to figure out how to turn on the hot water. As the warm water flowed over her body, Lu Lin closed her eyes, enjoying the quiet serenity of the shower.
This would probably be Zheng Yanyan’s ho soday.
*Why is it that so people are born with everything, while others have nothing?* she wondered.
After a nice hot shower, Lu Lin felt like she was living a scene from a high-end drama. She never imagined she’d get to experience sothing like this.
She changed into the light pink nightgown she had bought for Zheng Yanyan, drying her hair in front of the mirror.
Once she was finished, her phone rang.
“Hello, ma’am. Are you the resident of unit 902?”
“I am.”
“I’m the dedicated property manager for building nine. I have the items you ordered. Could you please open the door?”
*Dedicated property manager?*
Lu Lin had never heard that term before. Wasn't it just a delivery driver?
When she opened the door, she saw a young woman in a gray uniform holding the items she had ordered, with a professional smile on her face.
“Hello, ma’am. I’m the property manager for building nine. I tried calling Mr. Zhou, but I couldn’t reach him, so I called you instead,” the manager explained politely.
It was Lu Lin’s first ti dealing with sothing like this, and the property manager’s respectful deanor left her a bit flustered.
When the manager offered to help carry the items inside, Lu Lin quickly declined.
“I can manage,” Lu Lin said.
The property manager, who had seen plenty of people during her two years of work, tried to pry a little: “Is Mr. Zhou still resting?”
“Mm-hmm,” Lu Lin replied, without thinking.
“Would you like to add
on WeChat? I can assist with package deliveries or any other services in the future,” the property manager offered warmly, pulling out her phone to exchange details.
The high-end butler-style service was certainly eye-opening for Lu Lin. But knowing she wouldn’t be staying here permanently, she felt a bit down.
“No need. I’m just visiting occasionally,” she said, a little embarrassed, hoping to brush off the property manager with that remark.
However, the property manager had already pieced things together from their brief conversation. Her smile beca subtly knowing as she said, “I see. Well, I wish you a pleasant day.”
Lu Lin closed the door and brought the items inside.
The commotion outside woke Zhou Yuwen, who had a few missed calls on his phone, including ssages from Zheng Yanyan asking where he was and if he had fallen asleep.
Besides her, he’d missed a call from Liu Shuo, a ssage from Su Qing, and one from the property manager.
Switching his phone back from silent mode, Zhou Yuwen threw on so loose gray pants and a white shirt, stepping out of the bedroom.
He saw Lu Lin, her hair still damp, wearing the pink nightgown and holding a bag.
With her disheveled look, she actually had a bit of a housewife vibe.
Zhou Yuwen asked, “What did the concierge say?”
Lu Lin replied that she’d ordered so items, and the concierge had brought them up for her.
With her back turned, Lu Lin placed the items on the table. Slender and petite, she filled out the loose nightgown in a way that was oddly appealing.
Considering their night together, Zhou Yuwen felt a strong urge rekindle in him. At that mont, he found himself liking Lu Lin more than anyone else.
He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
Lu Lin froze, still not used to Zhou Yuwen’s intimate touches.
She took out all the things she’d bought while Zhou Yuwen held her from behind.
Through her thin pajama pants, she could feel sothing pressing against her.
“What’d you buy?” Zhou Yuwen asked, still holding her close.
“Just so snacks, breakfast, and…” She trailed off, holding up the pill.
Turning her around and leaning against the table, Zhou Yuwen said, “You don’t need that—you can’t get pregnant after your first ti.”
“Oh.” Lu Lin wasn’t sure, but she agreed, feeling safer taking it anyway.
“What, you don’t want to have my kids?” Zhou Yuwen teased.
Lu Lin lowered her head, silent, unsure how to respond.
The two of them weren’t exactly in a proper relationship, so talk of having children seed strange.
Zhou Yuwen took the pill from her hand, “Don’t take this stuff unless you have to; it’s not good for your health.”
Lu Lin nodded in agreent.
Zhou Yuwen pulled her closer, cupping her face, ready to pick up where they left off last night.
But Lu Lin’s body hadn’t yet recovered, and she was a bit scared. Trying not to spoil Zhou Yuwen’s mood, she offered, “I bought snacks. Want so?”
She held up a bag of chips, waving it in front of him.
Gripping her slender arm and lowering it, Zhou Yuwen clasped her fingers in his, “Let’s eat later. Right now, I only want you.”
He leaned in and kissed her.
They kissed in the living room, backed by the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows, the morning sunlight spilling in around them. Lu Lin closed her eyes, letting Zhou Yuwen have his way.
With ease, Zhou Yuwen undid the top two buttons of her nightgown.
Just then, his phone rang.
Who would be calling this early?
He checked the caller ID: Zheng Yanyan.
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