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What should I do if my ex-girlfriend suddenly asks me to open a harem?

Yan Yu instinctively wanted to retort, but he couldn't come up with a comeback on spot.

"You're worthy!" That seemed a bit off; she wasn't throwing herself at me now.

"They are worthy!" That's even stranger; Chen Lingyun didn't say who to start a harem with. I certainly can't just set up an imaginary target and hit it myself, can I?

"None of your damn business!" This one is possible… but what's important now is not to strike back, but to figure out what sort of scheme the shitty princess is up to now.

"Why do you say that?" Yan Yu cautiously asked.

What if this woman had some recording device on her, and she records what I say to make fun of later... I must be on guard.

"Because I want to see if I would get jealous," Chen Lingyun replied.

"Uh..." The sense of discomfort in Yan Yu's heart grew stronger. He felt like the girl in front of him didn't resemble Chen Lingyun at all, but rather some kind of demon in sheep's clothing, behind which was a confused and ignorant young girl, "So what if you get jealous? And so what if you don't? What does this have to do with your research on love?"

"Because many people say that love is about possession, it's selfish, and it doesn't allow a third person to get involved," Chen Lingyun answered, "I want to know if that's true."

"Do you still need to explore that?" Yan Yu laughed, "Isn't that obvious? Who would want to share the person they love with someone of the same sex?"

"I would," Chen Lingyun said.

"You?"

"Thinking of you with other girls, I feel nothing," Chen Lingyun candidly said.

"Uh." Yan Yu was speechless for a moment before asking tactfully, "Do you like wearing a hat?"

"No," Chen Lingyun shook her head and said, "I just don't feel disgusted by it. It's not that I like it as such—of course, if it could plunge you into a dramatic mess, making the situation interesting enough, then I wouldn't mind watching."

"That just shows you don't love me," Yan Yu quickly concluded, laughing heartily, "You just enjoy watching me make a fool of myself, and over time, it formed a thought path in your mind, making you mistakenly believe you liked me."

"Perhaps we can test that," Chen Lingyun suddenly suggested.

She reached backward to encircle Yan Yu's neck, lifting her swan-like graceful neck, and gently pressed her lips to his.

Yan Yu's first instinct was to push her away or simply slap her, followed by a "You're worthy," thoroughly trampling the princess's dignity into the dirt... but then memories of his past life suddenly assaulted him.

In his past life, his first kiss with Chen Lingyun had been in a movie theater. At that time, both were just over thirty, not very young. Chen Lingyun was slightly made up, and sitting beside her, he could smell her light yet rich fragrance.

She was laughing and explaining to Yan Yu that the top note of the perfume was one type of flower, the middle note was another, and then the base note yet another... Of course, Yan Yu had forgotten by now. One perfume having three different scents—who could remember that?

The movie they were watching was an art film about love. Predictably, the story was quite pretentious, and during the emotional parts, many female viewers even cried outright, the room filled with the sound of sobbing and tissues being pulled out, but Yan Yu and Chen Lingyun found it rather dull.

The former simply wasn't interested, while the latter probably couldn't immerse herself in it, anyway, their minds wandered off.

In the end, in a snowy landscape, the female lead decides to go south to Xin'an Prefecture to seek her fortune, while the male lead chooses to stay in his rundown, backward hometown, sending the female lead onto a green train. After boarding, she leans out the window to share a gentle kiss with the male lead on the platform...

At that moment, Chen Lingyun said, "Let's kiss too."

Breaking free from his reverie, Yan Yu first felt Chen Lingyun's soft and moist lips, as if coated with sweet honey.

Although she was ten years younger than in his previous life, that raw skill and flavor were unmistakably the same, her breathing obviously a bit rushed, her breath gently blowing below his nose. Yan Yu could feel her arms, looped around the back of his neck, tightening as though she was afraid he would suddenly bolt.

But Yan Yu had no intention of bolting. Silently, he looked into Chen Lingyun's eyes—Princess Jiang Hai's eyes were tightly shut, her eyelashes quivering slightly as if they were delicate dragonflies perched on fragile petals.

Probably sensing his gaze, Chen Lingyun finally let go of him.

She pursed her lips, which were a bit red from too much force, her eyes swimming with indecipherable complex emotions, as she looked back at Yan Yu.

"How did it feel?" Yan Yu asked her.

"I was a bit nervous at first," Chen Lingyun pondered for a moment before summarizing, "But then I got used to it and didn't feel the 'bashful yet sweet' sensation described in novels."

The answer was exactly the same as the one in the movie theater in his past life.

Yan Yu felt somewhat disgruntled, but he scoffed and said,

"See, I told you, you simply don't understand what love is..."

"Let's try again." Chen Lingyun leaned in once more.

This time she didn't wrap her arms around his neck, just tilted her body forward, and their lips touched. Yan Yu felt Chen Lingyun pucker her lips slightly, to allow him to kiss her fully with ease—and indeed it was effortless because her lips were very tender and soft.

After a long while, their lips finally parted.

Seeing her pleased smile reappear, Yan Yu remembered her reaction and answer from his past life and immediately predicted,

"So all that stuff in novels is just lies, got it now?"

"Mhm." Chen Lingyun touched her cheek lightly with her finger, smiling thoughtfully, "It really doesn't have that sweet sensation."

"Let's just stop here then." Yan Yu tried to stand up, but his collar was grabbed by her.

Chen Lingyun tugged at him forcefully, bending him over—a strength that felt like she had activated Curved Curse—and she said with a giggling smile,

"But I don't hate it, you know."

This, however, was not part of past life events, as the second kiss had ended just in time for the movie theater audience to start leaving, making them also rise and exit.

"Not hating it doesn't mean liking it," Yan Yu reminded her, frowning.

"I don't know if it counts as liking." Chen Lingyun stared into Yan Yu's eyes, the light in her pupils became even more warm and moist, as if casting some wonderful unknown enchantment, "But I want to try it one more time."

She kissed him a third time.

This time the kiss was even more prolonged, and her eyes stayed open, unblinkingly gazing at Yan Yu with a sly, playful, and endearing smile, as if asking "Do you like kissing me?"

Yan Yu, slightly indignant, reached out to remove her hair tie and let her ponytail fall loose, then deliberately messed up her hair.

He vaguely remembered Chen Lingyun from his past life saying she didn't like others touching her hair. After all, Princess Jiang Hai was so picky about only using specific brands of shampoo—who knew what dirt other people had on their hands?
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"It'll damage the hair, you know~"

But the Chen Lingyun in front of him did not get angry or jump around; the smile in her eyes turned into a helpless and melancholic sentiment. Her lips remained softly kissing Yan Yu, while she slowly raised her hands to firmly embrace his waist.

The little sparrow at the edge of the pavilion hopped a few times on the eaves tiles, curiously watching the young man and woman kissing within.

Then it suddenly flapped its wings and flew towards the reed beds by the distant riverside.

The reeds there grew splendidly, lush and dense, akin to the endless affection of a young woman freshly in love, swaying gently with riverside breezes and their soft down.

In the living room of the villa, Xie Ruoxi played with her phone for a while before suddenly hearing Lin Ning express her concern,

"Ling Yun should be okay, right?"

"Should be," Su Yunjin was also not sure, "She didn't have a fight with her aunt, did she?"

"I'll go check." Lin Ning stood up.

"I'll go," Xie Ruoxi volunteered.

"You..." Lin Ning was about to say "You can go," but suddenly with a start, she suspiciously asked, "Ruoxi, you're not planning to use checking on Ling Yun as an excuse to sneak off to the internet café outside to play games, are you?"

"I wouldn't!" Xie Ruoxi responded with a mix of laughter and chagrin, "If I did that, you can have Yan Yu delete all my game accounts!"

"Right, I shouldn't have doubted you," Lin Ning conceded with a nod and sat back down on the couch.