Chapter 128: You Can't Cure It

To cover herself, Lin Yuru initially used Zeng Xiaofan’s T-shirt as a shield. But now, to deal with the crowd, she had no choice but to grip the door with both hands. This meant she could only hold onto the T-shirt with her legs, without the support of her hands, so naturally, the shirt slipped down... Watching this, Zeng Xiaofan felt utterly embarrassed. The scene bore a striking resemblance to that day in the orchard shed... The sight was so breathtaking that Zeng Xiaofan’s breath even grew heavier.

Lin Yuru clung to the door, exchanging polite words for a while until she managed to send all the villagers away. Only after confirming they had left did she finally exhale deeply, hastily closing the courtyard gate behind her and leaning against it to catch her breath. As her body relaxed, the T-shirt she had been clutching with her legs slipped to the ground.

Patting her chest, Lin Yuru felt waves of relief. Turning her head, she noticed Zeng Xiaofan’s gaze burning hotly upon her. “Ah~” Realizing she had been completely seen through, Lin Yuru let out a breathy sound, quickly dashing inside. She slipped on a pair of tight black pants before stepping out again.

“Xiaofan... thank you... thank you for saving me...” Lin Yuru’s voice trembled slightly, her eyes moistening, but soon she smiled with relief. “Anyway, since he didn’t get what he wanted, I should be happy!” She then gave Zeng Xiaofan a thumbs-up. “Xiaofan, you’re amazing! When did you get so strong? You’ve got so many muscles... You’re really... really manly now.”

Zeng Xiaofan gazed at Lin Yuru’s flushed, pretty face, still immersed in the astonishing image from moments before, unconsciously swallowing hard. As his Adam’s apple moved, Lin Yuru let out a soft gasp, “Ah~”

“Cough, cough... What’s wrong, Aunt Yuru?” Zeng Xiaofan asked.

“Nothing... I was just a bit... a bit overwhelmed by your handsomeness...” Lin Yuru lowered her head slightly, her face growing even more shy.

Zeng Xiaofan smiled awkwardly in return. For a moment, neither spoke, the atmosphere between them growing delicate.

“Oh, right... thanks for the shirt,” Lin Yuru said hurriedly, handing the T-shirt back to Zeng Xiaofan.

He caught it and slipped it over his head. Suddenly, Zeng Xiaofan’s body shuddered; he let out a muffled groan and froze completely.

“What’s wrong?”

“Xiaofan! Are you okay?” Lin Yuru’s face filled with concern.

Zeng Xiaofan said nothing, only taking a deep breath, his head still buried in the shirt, not moving further. He seemed immobilized, as if some pressure point had been struck, except for his deep breaths, he remained still.

Worried, Lin Yuru stepped forward, thinking something was wrong, and reached to tug at his shirt. “Is the shirt choking you?”

But as she stepped forward quickly, she stumbled and fell—right into Zeng Xiaofan’s arms. He snapped out of it, removing the shirt from his head and embracing her.

The softness of Lin Yuru and the firmness of Zeng Xiaofan pressed close, stirring feelings in both their hearts.

Lin Yuru tilted her head up to look at him and saw his face flushed deeply. “Xiaofan... what’s wrong with you?” she asked worriedly. “Don’t scare Aunt Yuru... What was so strange just now? Tell me, please?”

Zeng Xiaofan looked awkward but mumbled, “Well... um... your scent is on my shirt...”

“My scent? What scent?” Lin Yuru asked instinctively.

Zeng Xiaofan’s body shivered, and he looked straight into Lin Yuru’s eyes without answering, just giving her a meaningful look.

Lin Yuru recalled the earlier moment and gradually realized, her pretty face flushing visibly red.

“Ah~” she stomped her foot in embarrassment, nearly frantic. “I’m... sorry, Xiaofan... You... you should take it off, and I’ll wash it for you...”

She reached out to help remove his shirt, but Zeng Xiaofan grabbed her hand.

“No need to trouble yourself... It smells nice, really good...”

“Huh?”

“Cough, cough... I mean... it’s okay, no need to wash it... It’s not dirty, and I actually like the smell...”

“What!” Lin Yuru’s expression changed drastically.

Zeng Xiaofan accidentally revealed his true feelings and turned green with embarrassment. “No... I... um... well... ah...”

He stammered, unable to finish a sentence. Lin Yuru smiled coyly.

Zeng Xiaofan held Lin Yuru’s hand, their bodies pressed close. Lin Yuru looked up at him, her lips slightly parted.

Zeng Xiaofan lowered his gaze to her, his Adam’s apple trembling. For a moment, they locked eyes, the atmosphere growing even more intimate...

Until Lin Yuru’s eyes grew dreamy, she stood on tiptoe, her reddened lips drawing near his.

Only then did Zeng Xiaofan release her hand. Lin Yuru quickly lowered her head, her chest moving away from his close contact.

Both of them suddenly looked away, a little embarrassed.

“Cough, cough... Well... that guy Xie Jian probably won’t dare to bully you anymore,” Zeng Xiaofan said awkwardly.

“Aunt, you should rest early. I’ll head off now.”

Lin Yuru looked up sharply at this, opening her mouth to say something but hesitating.

Finally, she nodded, “Mm, be careful on the way...”

“Yeah...” Zeng Xiaofan turned to leave, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

Lin Yuru took a deep breath, her ample chest rising and falling, her eyes shining with anticipation.

“W-what is it?”

Zeng Xiaofan smiled faintly. “Nothing, I just remembered you said your sister’s ill. How about I take a look? Maybe I can help cure her. That way, you won’t have to worry about money so much.”

Lin Yuru’s eyes flickered with a subtle disappointment, but she smiled and lowered her head. “Thank you, Xiaofan. I appreciate your kindness, but my sister’s illness isn’t ordinary—you probably can’t treat it... Thank you for your concern.”

“It’s nothing, a quick look can’t hurt. How about tomorrow? It’s too late now; I’ll go with you tomorrow.”

“Alright,” Lin Yuru smiled in agreement. Though she had no real hope in Zeng Xiaofan’s medical skills, she didn’t want to disappoint him after all his help and thought she might as well invite him to her family home for a good meal.

“Okay, then I’ll head off now,” Zeng Xiaofan said and left straight away.

Just as Zeng Xiaofan was about to walk far, Lin Yuru frowned suddenly and chased after him, leaning against the gate and calling out, “Xiaofan!”

Zeng Xiaofan stopped and turned back. “What is it? Aunt, do you need something?”

Lin Yuru’s face flushed even deeper. She bit her lip and nervously said, “W-well... do you want to come in... and have some steamed buns?”

“Aunt invites you to eat her delicious... delicious steamed buns... The ones with the fragrance you like...”