The single bed in the secret room couldn’t possibly fit two people.
Lin Mo had no choice but to cling to the man like a frog.
Exhausted, she rested for a while before asking, "When did you get a vasectomy?"
Xie Guanyan’s slender fingers rested on the girl’s impossibly delicate waist, his voice soft and pleasant. "The day after the show ended."
Lin Mo narrowed her eyes. "You scheming bastard, you’ve been lusting after me for ages!"
Xie Guanyan gazed at her, still unable to believe she had accepted him.
She had actually embraced his darkness, his perversion, his shamelessness.
"Aren’t you afraid of me?" he finally asked. "I pretended to be a gentleman, but I’m not one."
Lin Mo traced circles on his chest. "A gentleman is judged by his actions, not his thoughts. Everything you’ve done in public has been honorable. You’re only twisted with me—but you’ve also been good to me. You took care of my family after I died and lit a perpetual lamp for me."
Xie Guanyan’s eyes flickered. "You know about that?"
If she accepted him because she was moved, that was fine too.
Lin Mo pecked the man’s smooth, flawless chest. "I went to the temple today to clear my mind and ran into—not a delivery guy, but Master Yuantong."
"But I’m not staying with you just because I’m touched by what you did. I know exactly what you are, and I still love you anyway."
Xie Guanyan lowered his eyes, overwhelmed with joy.
Not out of gratitude? That was even better.
"I won’t be like that anymore. I’ll love you like a normal person."
Lin Mo tilted her head to meet his gaze and said earnestly, "I like it when you love me in your twisted way."
Xie Guanyan froze.
Perhaps it was the night, or perhaps the intimacy between them made it easier to bare their hearts.
The radiantly beautiful girl continued, "I love that you pour all your attention into me. My parents only had me at first, but later they had three more sons. They still love me dearly—I’m the first heir to the family company, and they always put me first—but their attention was inevitably divided. When I was little, I used to cry secretly because of it."
"My parents weren’t wrong. They just wanted to create more love in our family. And once I grew up, I realized that even though their attention was split, I also gained three brothers who adore me. It wasn’t a loss."
"But deep down, I’ve always craved being loved with absolute, obsessive devotion. So when I saw this secret room, I felt all kinds of emotions—but fear wasn’t one of them. If anything, I was excited."
"Maybe I’m a hidden freak too, Xie Guanyan. We’re a perfect match."
After hearing her words, Xie Guanyan realized he hadn’t truly understood her either.
But she was right—they were made for each other.
His long fingers gently pinched the soft flesh at her waist. "Fine. I’ll be a freak for the rest of my life, clinging to you forever."
Lin Mo’s eyes curved with delight. "Yes! Let’s be freaks together! By the way, when did you start having a crush on me? Was it when we first met in high school?"
Xie Guanyan’s voice was warm and magnetic. "I remembered you after we met once at the orphanage. I always wanted to see you again, but I never got the chance."
Lin Mo was surprised. "We met that early?"
As a child, she’d often accompanied her parents on charity visits to orphanages, but she had almost no memory of Xie Guanyan.
Xie Guanyan knew she didn’t remember him, but hearing it still stung. "Yes. That day, you helped me up from the ground. I thought you were an angel."
Lin Mo blinked. "You have a great memory."
Xie Guanyan stroked her soft hair. "We also met at the beach. You saw me lying there and slapped me awake, asking if I needed an ambulance."
This, Lin Mo remembered.
"So that was you too? It was too dark to see."
She’d gone to the beach that day to clear her mind.
Xie Guanyan twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. "Yes. We’re fated to be together."
"I’ve been watching you for a long time. I even sneaked in to see you dance. But I think I truly fell for you after transferring to your high school. That’s when I understood what love was—I just wanted to see you all the time."
The thought of someone devoting their entire heart to her so early sent a shiver up Lin Mo’s spine.
And the fact that she loved him back? Pure bliss!
Lin Mo wriggled up and kissed the corner of his lips, her voice sweet and coy. "Xie Guanyan, I want more."
The air in the secret room grew feverish once again.
Xie Guanyan had never imagined this dark, hidden space would become a place where they bared their bodies and souls to each other.
It was because the girl he loved was like the sun, capable of illuminating even the darkest corners.
And because she loved him just as fiercely.
They spent the entire night in the secret room.
Making love, talking, making love again—until the sound of servants arriving for work drifted in from outside.
The staff wouldn’t come upstairs until the masters were awake.
Lin Mo clung to the man like a koala. "Let’s go back to the room."
Xie Guanyan propped himself up with one hand and cradled her bottom with the other, carrying her back to their bedroom.
"I’ll bathe you," he murmured tenderly.
Lin Mo, drowsy, nodded. "Okay."
The bathroom turned out to be another delightful spot.
By the time they finally collapsed into bed, it was already 8 a.m., sunlight spilling over the sheets.
Xie Guanyan suddenly remembered something. "Should we skip school today?"
Lin Mo shook her head. "No need. I’m dropping out."
Xie Guanyan was surprised but supportive. "Alright. I’ll transfer all my assets to you. You can manage the company, start a business, travel, or just laze at home—whatever you want."
Lin Mo giggled, snuggling into his arms. "Qinghua University accepted me early, senior."
Her voice, hoarse from the sleepless night, brushed against his heart like a cat’s tail, teasing and sweet.
"You’re amazing, Shanshan," he praised with a smile.
Lin Mo grinned. "You only applied to Qinghua because I did, didn’t you?"
Xie Guanyan’s long lashes fluttered. "Mhm."
Lin Mo mumbled something else, but her eyes refused to cooperate, and she drifted off.
Xie Guanyan turned to gaze at the beautiful girl beside him, then glanced at the butterfly-shaped scar on his left hand.
He pressed it lightly.
It hurt.
Good. This wasn’t a dream.
He really had Lin Mo’s love, and she truly didn’t despise him.
When Lin Mo woke up, it was already afternoon.
Only then did she fully understand the phrase "feeling like you’ve been run over by a truck."
Erotic novels hadn’t lied.
Recalling last night’s escapades still made her blush—she’d lost count of how many times they’d done it.
After freshening up, she went downstairs and found Xie Guanyan working at his desk.
He looked up at the sound of her footsteps, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses with one hand before rising to greet her. "What would you like to eat?"
Her energy thoroughly depleted, Lin Mo felt like she could devour an entire pig.
She rattled off her order and curled up on the sofa to wait.
Just then, a message from Shen Sizhan popped up on her phone.
【Sis, that Devon Rex cat wasn’t from Second Brother—it was Xie Guanyan. He’s so sneaky, waiting for you to discover this surprise!】
Lin Mo’s lips curled up as she replied: 【He’s given me too many surprises already; this one barely counts.】
Shen Sizhan: 【That scheming man! Sis, you better be careful!】
Lin Mo glanced toward the kitchen.
From this angle, she couldn’t see him cooking, but she could easily picture the tall, long-legged man in that black apron.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist—the epitome of an elegant, refined husband!
Only she knew his dark, twisted side, and that contrast sent thrills through her.
Lin Mo typed back to Shen Sizhan: 【Pfft! As long as he’s willing to put in the effort for me.】
Shen Sizhan: 【……】
Xie Guanyan soon prepared four dishes and a soup.
Lin Mo walked over, impressed. “You’re a real chef, unlike Uncle Xu.”
Xie Guanyan didn’t ask about Xu Zunlong’s cooking skills, changing the subject instead. “My people have caught the trafficker who kidnapped your fourth brother all those years ago. Do you want to beat him up yourself?”
He remembered how she’d once cried on the couch, saying she wanted to personally thrash the culprit.
Eleven years had made it nearly impossible to track the man down, but no cost was spared to find him.
Lin Mo grinned. “No need. Just hand him over to the police.”
Hehe, Xie Guanyan remembered every word she said—every promise fulfilled.
From now on, they’d only do things that brought joy, things that made them feel alive.
That evening, Lin Mo took Xie Guanyan to meet the so-called “Buddha of Beijing’s elite circle,” also summoning Shen Sizhan to join.
Xie Guanyan brought a mountain of gifts, as if this were a formal meeting with the family.
Everyone gathered in the living room.
Lin Mo clasped Xie Guanyan’s hand. “I have an announcement.”
Shen Sizhan’s eyes bulged. “Sis! You’re not even old enough to get married yet!”
At those words, a flicker of excitement flashed in Xie Guanyan’s eyes.
Marriage? Was Lin Mo really going to marry him?
Lin Mo rolled her eyes. “I meant to say I’ve been admitted early to Qinghua University, so I don’t have to finish high school.”
“I plan to enroll next September. Until then, Xie Guanyan and I are going traveling. Who supports this? Who objects?”
Her three younger brothers shouted in unison: “We object!”
Lin Mo nodded. “Great, so we’re all in agreement.”
The brothers: “……”
Shen Yihan spun the Buddhist beads around his wrist. “Sis, as long as you’re happy.”
Shen Sizhan ruffled his silver hair. “I’m coming too!”
Shen Ji’an, still in school, sighed. “Sis, Mr. Xie… please be safe.”
A few days later, Lin Mo, Xie Guanyan, and Shen Sizhan set off on their journey.
But Shen Sizhan only lasted two days before leaving.
Watching the two lovebirds was infuriating—better to go back and make money.
The world was vast.
Lin Mo and Xie Guanyan traveled everywhere, as if trying to reclaim the eleven years they’d lost.
Occasionally, Lin Mo remembered that this world might just be a novel.
But she felt no fear, no panic.
Even if it were fiction, her emotions were real.
The people beside her were real. The love was real.
And most importantly—the sex was definitely real.
That was enough.
Gazing at the endless sea outside the window, Lin Mo pressed her palm against the cool glass.
Xie Guanyan kissed her from behind. “Baby, say you love me.”
Between breathless whimpers, she obliged. “I love you.”
“Who?”
“Xie Guanyan…”
Slowly, the lost eleven years ceased to matter.
They had countless more ahead.
—End of main story. Stay tuned for the epilogue tomorrow—
