Enjoy this possessiveness

“Ah Yuan, you’re back.”

Su Xiaoyou stood by the table, wearing an apron as she arranged the dishes. The air was filled with the aroma of a home-cooked meal.

She turned around, her smile as warm and bright as ever.

But the more normal she seemed, the more uneasy Yang Yuan felt.

“Xiaoyou, about this mission I’m about to go on…”

“I know. Miss Luo Jinghong already told me.”

“It’s important for your future, and it’ll help you protect me better. Of course I’ll support you.”

Su Xiaoyou’s words were reasonable, understanding—so unnervingly perfect that Yang Yuan felt a chill.

He couldn’t understand what kind of magic Luo Jinghong had used to make Su Xiaoyou, whose possessiveness was borderline terrifying, agree so easily.

After dinner, Su Xiaoyou went to her room and returned with a black box, holding it out to him.

“What’s this?”

“Stuff for your mission.”

She opened the box. Inside, everything was neatly arranged.

“Stitch this button onto your chest. The camera must stay on at all times.”

“This lapel mic lets me hear everything around you, but it’s not reliable, so I won’t make you wear it this time.”

“And this watch.”

Su Xiaoyou picked it up and fastened it around Yang Yuan’s wrist—tight, almost painfully so.

“It’ll share your heart rate and GPS location with me in real time.”

“Oh, and when I call for a video, you have to answer within three seconds.”

Yang Yuan didn’t feel like he was wearing a watch. It felt more like a cold, digital shackle.

But he didn’t refuse.

The fact that Su Xiaoyou had been so calm and reasonable earlier had left him on edge—something felt off.

But now, seeing her calmly laying out her rules of control and surveillance, Yang Yuan finally exhaled.

“This is the Xiaoyou I know.”

This suffocating possessiveness frustrated him, yet it also brought a twisted sense of comfort.

While Yang Yuan was lost in thought, Su Xiaoyou had already pulled him into the bedroom.

“Don’t forget—you’ll be gone for days.”

“Before you leave, don’t you think you should spend some quality time with me? Otherwise, how will I have the strength to wait for you at home?”

Yang Yuan tried one last plea: “I have to leave early tomorrow. I should rest early… we can’t stay up too late.”

“Don’t worry… I just want to leave a little bit of me on you…”

The bedroom door slammed shut.

Another sleepless night was guaranteed.

****

Morning arrived. It was time to go.

Su Xiaoyou stood behind Yang Yuan, adjusting his clothes.

“Xiaoyou… isn’t this a bit… too much?”

Yang Yuan stood in front of the mirror, inspecting his outfit.

“Let me check everything for you.”

Su Xiaoyou knelt down and began a meticulous inspection.

First, she pressed the button-camera on his chest, confirming the indicator light was blinking normally.

Then she lifted his wrist, checking the smartwatch’s battery and signal. The tight band had left a faint red mark on his skin.

“GPS and heart rate are both syncing. I’ve also calibrated the audio recorder.”

Yang Yuan stood silently, letting Su Xiaoyou handle him.

He knew if he didn’t cooperate, he’d never make it out the door.

Once finished, Su Xiaoyou stood and wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“Ah Yuan,” her voice muffled against his shirt.

“Promise me… you won’t get too close to them.”

“And remember—send me a photo of yourself every hour.”

She tiptoed, brushing her lips against his cheek.

“Send one when you eat, and one before you sleep. I need to make sure your surroundings are safe.”

“Okay~ I got it.”

At the moment of parting, Su Xiaoyou leaned in for one last long, lingering morning kiss.

It felt less like affection and more like a final act of marking—claiming him with her scent.

“When you come back…”

Her lips hovered over his, warm breath brushing his skin.

“I’ll check very carefully… to see if you’ve picked up any unwanted scents.”

****

At 9 AM, Yang Yuan arrived at the designated meeting point in the city center.

As he stepped out of the subway, two strikingly different figures came into view.

Bai Zhu wore a modernized martial outfit—practical yet infused with a classical hero’s elegance. Her long sword remained wrapped in cloth on her back.

She paced back and forth like an excited elementary student, eyes shining with anticipation for the mission.

Chun Nana, in contrast, wore stylish casual clothes. Her short sleeves revealed toned, sun-kissed arms. She leaned against the wall, lazily scrolling on her phone.

“Lord Yang Yuan, you’re finally here!” Bai Zhu rushed over the moment she saw him.

“Damn, you look like you didn’t sleep at all,” Chun Nana said, putting her phone away and giving him a teasing, invasive once-over.

“Were you doing something naughty under the covers last night?”

“Let’s just get going…”

Yang Yuan ignored her teasing and cut straight to the point.

The three boarded the vehicle, beginning their journey.

****

Meanwhile, in the Hero Center’s counseling room.

Li Yu’an walked in, holding a thermal lunchbox. She’d woken up early today, spending two hours preparing a nourishing soup for Yang Yuan.

But the Yang Yuan she expected wasn’t there.

Instead, a small figure sat in the oversized office chair.

Luo Qingyin was curled up, sucking on a lollipop, completely absorbed in her handheld game.

On the desk in front of her stood a cardboard sign, written in cute handwriting:

[The original owner is away. For now, the adorable Dr. Luo is in charge! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧]

Li Yu’an’s smile froze.

All her careful planning had crumbled in an instant.

She suppressed the frustration rising in her chest, maintaining the Saintess’s poise and dignity.

“Adorable Dr. Luo, do you know where Yang Yuan went?”

Luo Qingyin finally looked up from her game, reluctantly, and typed on her phone.

[He went on a mission with Bai Zhu and the others ＼(`Δ’)／]

She held the screen up to Li Yu’an.

Seeing the words “Bai Zhu” and “the others,” Li Yu’an’s heart sank.

“A mission? He didn’t tell me…”

Luo Qingyin tilted her head, unable to comprehend the complex emotions on Li Yu’an’s face. She typed again.

[Maybe it was sudden? I heard it was decided last minute. They left early this morning. ╮( •́ω•̀ )╭]

Just then, Luo Qingyin’s eyes landed on the thermal lunchbox in Li Yu’an’s hand. She sniffed the air cutely a few times.

[Is this… for me? (¬‿¬)]