The Overlord’s Tender Tears for His Beloved (16)

“I won’t keep you long. Once you’re healed, I’ll leave.” Yan Jiu immediately noticed the hesitation in her eyes and a faint smile played in his own.

“Uh, then will you sleep on the sofa?” She glanced around the room; the only places suitable for sleeping were the sofa or her bedroom.

“Can’t fit,” he said with a smile hidden in his voice, crossing his long legs so that half of one stretched beyond the sofa’s edge.

“…” She knew he was tall, but hadn’t expected him to be this big!

“Well, you can’t expect me to sleep on the sofa!” Hua Mi pouted, her eyes welling with tears in a pitiful attempt.

She couldn’t sleep on the sofa! Only lying on a soft, warm, comfortable, clean, and fragrant bed could lull her to sleep!

The man narrowed his eyes. “Then together?”

“No.”

“No more kids with you, no sleeping together!” Hua Mi refused decisively, without a hint of hesitation.

The smile on Yan Jiu’s face vanished, replaced by a dangerous glint in his eyes.

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[Host???]

[What do you mean no more kids with the male lead?!]

Hua Mi didn’t notice the change in his expression; she was startled by the system’s panicked shrieks.

Clumsily, she pushed the frantic system into a corner to silence it, just as Yan Jiu’s voice sounded again.

“Looks like I’ll have to end up homeless, caught by my enemies, riddled with bullets, dying miserably on the streets.”

Looking again, his face seemed to have returned to normal, without the earlier menace.

“You keep saying I buy you clothes and treat you well, and now you want to kick me out? So heartless?” Hua Mi cupped his face and stared at him intensely.

Such words were completely unlike something he would say!

“I say, Lord Jiu, are you pretending to be pitiful?”

Yan Jiu squinted, letting her scrutinize him.

After a long moment, Hua Mi was the first to lose steam.

She definitely wouldn’t kick him out.

“Wait for me, I’ll prepare a room for you.”

Her home was a two-bedroom, one living room, one bathroom layout, with a master bedroom and a guest room.

She usually stayed in the master bedroom; the guest room had been turned into a wardrobe filled with clothes, no longer suitable for sleeping.

Fortunately, there was still a bed in the guest room, and after tidying and spreading out her clothes, it was barely livable.

While she busied herself in the guest room, Yan Jiu sat sprawled like a lord on the sofa, observing her home.

Though the house wasn’t large, every corner bore the marks of a young woman’s presence.

The aroma in the air was pleasant, but not as alluring as the scent she carried.

Most visible were the clothes, especially around the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the living room, with racks and chairs piled high nearby.

He had only been seated for a short while when faint sobbing came from the room.

Yan Jiu thought for a moment and guessed what had happened. He chuckled softly, rubbed his forehead, and rose to walk over.

Leaning against the guest room door, he watched the girl clutching heaps of clothes, running back and forth while crying.

“Ugh, so tired, can’t carry anymore, sob sob.” Hua Mi, unaware of the figure at the door, sobbed while tidying up the room—pitiful yet utterly adorable.

Yan Jiu watched her for a moment before entering to take the burden from her hands.

“Ugh, how did you get here?” Hua Mi, surprised he could even move, stifled her sobs and hurried to grab the items back. “Hey, no, you’re injured, you can’t carry this!”

Yan Jiu raised his arm and easily dodged her, keeping the items out of her reach.

“It’s fine. Where should I put this?”

Hua Mi clung to him, looking up anxiously. Seeing his wounds weren’t torn open, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Yan Jiu decided to help, and Hua Mi gave him the lighter tasks that wouldn’t affect his injury.

Working together, they finished tidying the room quickly.

Just as Hua Mi finished making the bed, the man began making demands again.

“I want to take a shower.”

“Oh, the bathroom is over there…” Hua Mi pointed in the direction.

Yan Jiu smiled faintly. “I’m injured; you have to help me.”

Hua Mi blinked in confusion. He seemed quite agile while tidying earlier!

But she had no right to refuse; the man clearly wasn’t asking for permission. Before she could consent, he grabbed her waist and pushed her into the bathroom.

“You were hurt last time and I helped you wash; now it’s your turn.”

After applying medicine, Yan Jiu hadn’t put his shirt back on. Now, entering the bathroom, he began to undress his pants.

“Ah!” Hua Mi quickly covered her eyes.

“W-what are you doing? Don’t take off your pants! Pervert!” Her cheeks flushed as she turned away, too embarrassed to look.

“How else can I wash?” Yan Jiu loosened his belt; the pants hung loosely, half slipping down.

“You’re not injured on your legs, you can wash them yourself!” Her face was burning.

Yan Jiu admired her for a moment from behind, then grabbed a nearby towel. “Pants will get wet. I’ll just wrap this around.”

“Mm…” His logic was sound; Hua Mi couldn’t find a counterargument.

After some shuffling sounds behind her, the man pulled her around.

Now Yan Jiu wore only a towel wrapped around his waist.

Without clothes to conceal him, his muscular lines were even more defined—deep contours stretching from his chest muscles down to his abdomen, radiating immense strength.

Yan Jiu handed her the showerhead.

Hua Mi blushed but took it, shy and hesitant to look, yet unable to resist being drawn to his physique.

His muscles were well-proportioned and strong—truly impressive.

At first, she carefully used her hand to catch the water and gently wipe him down, but gradually her focus shifted.

Especially after washing around the wound and his arms and chest, her hand lingered, tracing his abs again and again.

Yan Jiu lowered his eyes to watch her, not stopping her, though his muscles tensed.

“Like it?” His breath grew heavy, his voice husky as her hand moved lower.

“Very beautiful.” Hua Mi nodded.

She just loved that kind of build—strong yet sensual, full of security and overflowing with virility.

Realizing she’d been touching him too long, she shyly and reluctantly retracted her hand.

But before it could retreat fully, it was caught mid-air. The man’s low, magnetic voice whispered in her ear, “Not finished yet.”

The towel had slipped off unnoticed, falling to the floor, and his hand reached toward more private places.

Beneath the sound of running water, muffled heavy noises mingled indistinctly.

When Hua Mi ran out of the bathroom, she felt as if she were thoroughly cooked, her face flushed bright red, especially her hands, which looked swollen.

She rushed back to her room, changed her clothes, and then dashed out the door.

Outside, she breathed in the cool air, letting the chill scatter the lingering tension, finally calming herself somewhat.

If she stayed any longer, she’d surely burst into flames from his teasing!

She patted her face and stepped into a convenience store.

When Hua Mi returned, Yan Jiu sat on the sofa with a towel wrapped around his lower body.

She handed him the ordinary shirt, pants, and disposable underwear she had bought, then dashed away without waiting for his response, as if fleeing some terrifying beast.

After changing, Yan Jiu looked quite satisfied. He waited for her to finish showering and then caught the girl trying to run away right after leaving the bathroom.

“So well acquainted with my size?”

Hua Mi’s ears burned, and she looked away shyly. “You’re just the same…”

[Ding! Male lead’s darkening value -1%, current darkening value 97%. Keep it up!]

The system’s prompt suddenly rang out, pulling Hua Mi back to reality.

“All right, all right, go to sleep!” She pushed the man back into the room without a word.