“Where’s your luggage?”
Su Jin noticed that Lin Luan’s hands were completely empty, and her brows knit slightly.
Lin Luan, who had just changed into his slippers, froze for a moment. He awkwardly rubbed the tip of his nose. “Uh… I came in a hurry and forgot.”
“Forgot?” Su Jin repeated. “You can forget something like that?”
In her impression, Lin Luan was the kind of person who handled things very seriously. Using “forgot” as an excuse… was really a bit flimsy.
Su Jin very much wanted to know what Lin Luan had been up to just now, but she still suppressed her curiosity.
I’m not his wife! Why am I meddling so much!
She crossed her arms and looked him up and down.
“As long as the person is here, that’s fine. But since you’re going to be living here, even if it’s only temporary, there has to be some trace of you actually living in my house. We can’t let Father see through it. Luggage is a necessity.”
She paused, her gaze landing on what Lin Luan was wearing.
“But the things you usually wear… are honestly a bit beneath the standard. It’s just as well you didn’t bring them.”
Su Jin turned around and instructed Song Li, who was standing quietly to the side.
“Song Li, contact the shops we usually go to. Get a full set of seasonal daily necessities according to his size, and toiletries and such… just use the brand we keep at home.”
“Have everything delivered to his room and organized before tonight.”
“Yes, Miss,” Song Li replied, taking out her phone and starting to make arrangements.
“My room?” Lin Luan asked, a little confused.
It was just one night, wasn’t it? Did they really need to specially prepare a room for him?
“Then what did you think?”
Su Jin shot Lin Luan a cold look. Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, her cheeks flushed instantly and her eyes darted away.
“Y-you—you’re not thinking of sleeping together with me, are you?”
“N-no, how would I dare?” Lin Luan waved his hands repeatedly.
Sleeping in the same bed as Su Jin? He didn’t even dare to think about something like that. After all, he was still a man.
If they slept in the same bed… even if he could guarantee he wouldn’t do anything beastly to Su Jin, it would be very hard for him to control any physical reactions.
“T-then that’s good. Get ready for dinner.”
After saying that, Su Jin quickly turned her head and took the lead toward the dining room.
Lin Luan subconsciously followed her, naturally heading toward the kitchen, ready to cook.
“Where are you going?”
Su Jin heard footsteps going in the wrong direction behind her. She stopped and turned around, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
“Uh… to see if there’s anything I can help with in the kitchen,” Lin Luan answered honestly.
Su Jin pressed a hand to her forehead. It seemed she had overused him as a manservant over the past few days.
“No need. I hired a chef today.” She gestured toward the kitchen. “Just sit at the dining table and wait.”
Lin Luan sat down one seat away from Su Jin’s main seat.
Dinner was somewhat stifling. Exquisite dishes were silently brought out by Song Li and silently taken away again.
Su Jin ate very little, her movements elegant and completely silent. Lin Luan also deliberately kept his movements light, following the rule of no talking during meals, eating in an orderly manner.
Finally, Su Jin gently wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin, signaling the end of the meal.
Lin Luan was almost done as well. He stood up, suppressing the urge to take the initiative to clear the dishes.
“Then… I’ll go back to my room and organize my things first?” Lin Luan asked tentatively.
“Mmm.” Su Jin nodded.
Lin Luan practically fled toward his room, but just as he passed by Su Jin, Su Jin seemed to catch a scent of something, and her brows furrowed.
“Wait!”
Lin Luan stopped in his tracks.
“What is it? Su…?”
Su Jin stood up and moved close to Lin Luan, leaning in to carefully sniff the scent on him.
Something was off. The last time she smelled Lin Luan, it wasn’t like this.
Now, on Lin Luan… there was a kind of irritating perfume scent.
“Did you put on perfume?” Su Jin demanded.
“N-no…” Lin Luan didn’t understand why she was asking that.
“No? Then why do you smell like this…” Su Jin sniffed again, her nose almost touching Lin Luan’s chest. “A women’s perfume?”
She felt like she had smelled this scent somewhere before, and whenever she did, it stirred up an inexplicable anger in her.
Women’s perfume?!
Lin Luan’s heart jolted.
Could it be Xia Wan Yu’s perfume?!
“Uh, haha… you must be mistaken, right? Maybe it’s my sister’s perfume…?”
“Your sister?” Su Jin was puzzled. “Your sister’s in her final year of high school and she wears perfume?”
In Su Jin’s memory, she had only met Lin Wan once, that day at the warehouse.
Lin Wan had left her with the impression of a well-behaved, studious girl, the bookish type. She really didn’t seem like the kind of girl who would wear perfume.
“Well… everyone loves beauty, right? Girls, haha…”
Lin Luan continued to argue weakly. Su Jin looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then waved her hand.
“Forget it. I don’t like this smell on you. After you finish organizing your things, go take a shower first. There’s the perfume I prepared for you in the bathroom. Use that after you wash up.”
“Yes!”
Lin Luan responded immediately.
Phew—good thing I got away with it.
After that, Su Jin went straight to the study to handle work, while Lin Luan returned to the guest room.
The newly delivered clothes and daily necessities had already been neatly arranged by Song Li. Looking at the pile of expensive items, Lin Luan felt a bit unreal.
He rummaged around for a while and pulled out a silk pajama set from the clothes.
When he tried it on, he found that it fit him perfectly—not too big, not too small.
…How could Su Jin know his clothing size so precisely?
A strange feeling rose in Lin Luan’s heart. He felt like he had no secrets left from head to toe. Aside from one specific area, Su Jin seemed to know every single data point of his body clearly.
Strange. Way too strange.
Forget it, forget it. Shower first.
Around ten at night, Lin Luan had just finished showering.
Wearing the silk pajamas Su Jin had prepared, he walked out of the bathroom while drying his wet hair with a towel—and happened to run into Su Jin coming out of the study.
She also seemed to have just finished working, a trace of fatigue on her face, her long hair loosely draped over her shoulders.
Seeing his dripping hair, Su Jin paused.
“You’re drying it like that?” She walked over. “If you don’t blow-dry your hair properly, you’ll get headaches.”
“And… you’ll get the pajama collar wet. This set is very expensive.”
Lin Luan felt a little embarrassed. “I… I’m used to it. The hair dryer at home wasn’t very good.”
Back when he lived with his sister, she usually used the hair dryer after showering. He really wasn’t that particular about these things.
Su Jin looked at the water dripping from his hair tips, stayed silent for a few seconds, then suddenly turned and walked toward the master bedroom. “Come here.”
Lin Luan froze for a moment, then followed her instinctively.
Su Jin took out a silent hair dryer from the master bathroom and handed it to him. She then sat down in front of the vanity, looking at him through the mirror.
“Use this first. I… I need to do my skincare here anyway. Blow-dry your hair here. I’ll watch you dry it.”
Lin Luan took the hair dryer, which looked very high-end, and plugged it in.
Amid the low humming sound, he stood behind her, clumsily blow-drying his hair.
Warm air brushed over him, carrying the faint, cool scent from her bathroom.
Through the mirror, Su Jin could see him lowering his head in concentration, his wet black hair gradually becoming fluffy and dry between his fingers.
He stood neither too close nor too far. The warm air from the dryer even brushed against her back.
The room was very quiet, with only the low hum of the hair dryer and the faint sounds of her occasionally picking up skincare products.
A subtle atmosphere spread through the air.
Suddenly, a small tuft of Lin Luan’s hair stubbornly stuck up. He tried to press it down while looking in the mirror, but failed again and again.
Seeing his flustered appearance in the mirror, Su Jin unconsciously put down the serum bottle, turned around, and very naturally took the hair dryer from his hand.
“Lower your head,” she ordered, her voice a touch softer than usual.
Lin Luan obediently lowered his head.
Su Jin’s fingers threaded through his half-dry hair. Her movements weren’t particularly skilled, but they were very gentle.
Lin Luan quietly lowered his head further, letting Su Jin’s hands move around on his head, just like a….mother patting a child’s head.
Su Jin’s movements paused slightly, and her cheeks began to warm.
Wasn’t this action a bit too intimate?!
But when she had seen Song Li doing her hair before, it had felt completely normal. So why did doing the same thing to Lin Luan feel so different?
Could it be that I like Lin Luan too?
The moment that thought surfaced, Su Jin’s hand unconsciously tightened, yanking out a few strands of Lin Luan’s hair.
“Hiss—Miss Su Jin?!”
Lin Luan gritted his teeth and endured it.
“N-no problem!”
Su Jin forced herself to stay calm and continued, speeding up her movements a little.
The corner of Lin Luan’s eye twitched.
No, you’re the one pulling my hair. What’s wrong with you?
Something’s wrong with me! It hurts!