She's a Passerby, But Can See the Protagonist's Halo-Chapter 116

As she spoke, her fingers grazed his jaw, and their lips met in a tender kiss. Warm breaths mingled, and the sweetness of their tongues intertwined.

Her arms tightened around him, her breathing growing uneven as the air between them heated up.

The large hand gripping her waist burned with intensity. Their lips parted slightly, and Zhu Jue, his eyes hazy with desire, kissed the corner of her mouth. Still holding her securely around the waist and legs, he carried her step by step toward the bed.

"Charging complete. Your exclusive fast charger is overheating and needs to cool down," he rasped, gently tucking her into bed and pulling the covers up.

Yan watched as Zhu Jue’s ears turned crimson before he practically fled into the shower.

At that moment, she still felt a bit weak all over, her face flushed. She buried her head under the blanket.

After a while, she peeked out from the covers. The sound of running water had stopped, and she caught a glimpse of Zhu Jue emerging shirtless before quickly ducking back under.

She felt the bed dip as he sat beside her, then heard him tap the nightstand.

"Miss Nightstand, have you seen my girlfriend?"

Zhu Jue pinched his nose, speaking in a muffled voice. "Oh, Mr. Zhu, I’m not sure. Maybe your girlfriend will only come out if she wants to."

Yan burst into laughter and popped her head out from under the blanket.

Zhu Jue nodded solemnly. "Thank you, Miss Nightstand. My girlfriend has reappeared."

She kicked off the covers and slowly sat up. Zhu Jue gathered her loose hair, securing it with a clip.

"I washed my hair yesterday, so I’ll skip today," Yan said.

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"Then I’ll adjust the showerhead," Zhu Jue offered, about to get up.

Yan shook her head. "No need. I’ll just wear a shower cap. The overhead shower is safer."

Remembering some unsettling hotel news she’d read, Yan shuddered.

After laying out the bath mat, she arranged her toiletries neatly by the sink, slipped into her own flip-flops, and took a quick shower.

Curled up on the plush bed, Yan blinked sleepily, her hand idly tracing the contours of Zhu Jue’s abs.

"Jue Jue, you’re seducing me," she accused, feigning righteousness.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t resist temptation—it was just that the enemy was too cunning.

They lay facing each other, and Zhu Jue inched closer. He took her slightly cold hand and placed it on his waist, chuckling lowly.

"Yes, I am seducing you."

"Your six-pack has been waiting for you."

Yan’s cheeks flushed pink. "Let me test out my six-pack personal heater," she declared shamelessly.

Her slender fingers wandered over his chest and abs, then lightly skimmed the firm muscles of his back. Every touch sent tiny electric currents through her fingertips, drawing them closer.

They had known each other since birth, spending nearly two decades side by side—more than just companionship.

To friends and classmates, they seemed like a long-term couple, so in sync that holding hands or leaning on each other was second nature.

Yet in private, even the slightest closeness still made their hearts race and hormones surge.

Her fingers trailed over his collarbone, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

"Jue Jue, you’re electrifying me."

Yan’s hands climbed from his collarbone to loop around his neck.

He let out an involuntary groan, lowering his head, his body tense as he fought back ragged breaths.

"Good boy," she whispered, pecking his collarbone before tightening her arms like a chain around him.

"Kiss me," he begged hoarsely, his voice rough.

Her soft lips brushed against his Adam’s apple.

"More," he pleaded, his gaze stubborn and needy.

"I’m yours."

If he could, he’d let her mark every inch of him, branding him as hers.

Even if her attention was briefly stolen by something new, he would always be the one by her side.

Yan studied her childhood sweetheart, then nipped at the corner of his mouth. "Are you hiding something from me?" she asked gently.

Normally, Zhu Jue booked twin rooms when they stayed at hotels. But this time, he’d chosen a king bed—restrained yet unable to resist luring her in.

Yet in the end, he was the one suffering, enduring multiple cold showers. He must have been triggered by something.

Zhu Jue stifled a groan as she bit him. "No."

"Hmm?" She bit again.

"My ‘man period’ is acting up," he muttered, reluctant to admit it.

Whenever someone new and extraordinary appeared—even if it was just a girl—he’d spiral into a brief phase of insecurity: self-doubt, anxiety, possessiveness, and a desperate need for reassurance. Yan called it his "man period."

He wasn’t extraordinary. He had no special abilities, nor was he a genius.

He didn’t have Uncle Xiao’s miraculous medical skills or Chu Shen’s awe-inspiring culinary talent.

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Recently, Ping An had been binge-watching a drama in their dorm about childhood sweethearts losing to new rivals, which had set off alarm bells in his head.

No matter how perfect the childhood sweetheart was—skilled at chores, sporting an eight-pack, endlessly considerate, with years of shared memories—the moment a dazzling newcomer appeared, it all seemed to pale in comparison. Like how extraordinary people instantly outshone everyone else the moment they stepped into the room.

Yan could see their brilliance.

But he couldn’t.

He was just an ordinary man, fortunate enough to have earned her love.

All he could do was beg her to love him, to love him a little more—groveling if he had to—just to protect what was his.

Soft kisses trailed along his lips and neck, while his strong arms pulled her closer, their embrace growing tighter.

Yan brushed away the tear at the corner of his eye and nestled comfortably against his arm, murmuring, "Magnetic charging."

As the night deepened, the two drifted into sleep, wrapped in each other's warmth.