Supreme Heir Son-in-law

Chapter 487: Chapter 487: 1 Handkerchief

"I’ll open it for you, but not now," Xu Ke whispered softly in Ariel’s ear.

He knelt on one knee beside Ariel, leaned down, and planted a scorching kiss on Ariel’s pale slender waist. His burning tongue slipped out from between his lips and traced a gentle semicircle on Ariel’s waist, eliciting a low moan from Ariel.

Xu Ke’s large hand covered Ariel’s eyes, while his tongue continued to cause trouble on Ariel’s waist.

When one of the five senses is blocked, the other senses are magnified infinitely, and Ariel was now in such a situation. Especially since Xu Ke was playing with her most sensitive waist, it didn’t take long before Ariel’s body, which had initially intended to resist a little, became soft like a flowing stream, willing to be molded into any shape Xu Ke desired.

Ariel’s eyes were firmly blindfolded with a band Xu Ke had found from somewhere, and like a child who had found a new toy, he spent a long night exploring everything about this toy until dawn broke before stopping.

Lying on the messy bed sheets that had been thoroughly messed up, Xu Ke let out a satisfied breath, while Ariel, exhausted, closed her eyes and murmured almost inaudibly, "Bath." As soon as she finished speaking, she went completely silent, and soon began to snore lightly.

With a doting smile on his face, Xu Ke picked up Ariel and carried her to the bathroom.

After Xu Ke had washed both Ariel and himself clean, changed the soiled sheets, threw the torn clothes into the trash, and tidied everything up, the sky outside was fully bright, casting light on Ariel’s bruised and battered body.

Xu Ke rubbed his nose a bit sheepishly, then lay down beside Ariel, pulling her into his arms and closing his eyes to drift into sleep along with her.

Meanwhile, Yu Xia stood anxiously at Lin Mengyao’s door. Lin Mengyao hadn’t come out of her room for several days, and if it weren’t for the fact that Yu Xia could hear her voice during their chats, Yu Xia would have called the police to break down the door.

"Sister, you didn’t eat at all yesterday, you really need to eat something today, otherwise your body won’t be able to take it," Yu Xia called out to Lin Mengyao through the door.

"I’m not hungry; I don’t feel like eating. Just leave me alone," Lin Mengyao said, sitting on the cold floor and staring emptily at a corner of the room, her tone as flat as a straight line, devoid of any emotion.

"You need to eat, sister. If you don’t, you’ll starve and your stomach won’t be able to handle it. I brought you some porridge, just have a little bit, okay?" Yu Xia pleaded in her voice.

"I’m really not hungry; I have no appetite. I don’t feel like eating anything. I just want to be alone for a while, I want to think about some things alone, please stop bothering me."

"I won’t bother you, just drink the porridge and I won’t bother you anymore, okay?" Yu Xia gently knocked on the door as she spoke cautiously.

"Don’t you understand what I’m saying? I said I don’t want to drink or eat anything. Can you stop being so annoying? Are you the housekeeper? Do you have to control even when I eat? Do you know how annoying you are, like a fly? I don’t want to see you at all; just leave me alone!" Lin Mengyao yelled hoarsely at Yu Xia outside the door, filled with irritation.

Yu Xia had never been spoken to so harshly by Lin Mengyao before, and her eyes reddened almost instantly, tears spilling out from them, as if she’d been doused with a bucket of cold water from top to bottom, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t know I was bothering you. I’m sorry, sorry! I’ll leave right away." Although Lin Mengyao couldn’t see her, Yu Xia still couldn’t help but bow several times to the door, and she gently set the packed hot porridge by the door, saying, "I left the porridge at your door. If you want to, come out and get it. If not, it’s fine too."

Yu Xia’s voice was no longer loud, and after speaking, she quickly ran away, her tears falling like strings of pearls snapping one by one.

Sitting in the room, Lin Mengyao listened to the gradually receding footsteps without any reaction, as if she were paralyzed, motionless for a long time, until finally snapping back to reality. Without warning, tears broke free from her eyes, and her lips opened and closed, uttering the nearly inaudible words "I’m sorry."

Lin Mengyao had been hiding in her room these past few days without taking a single step out, not even drawing the curtains. The room remained gloomy even in broad daylight, oppressive at a glance, let alone staying in such an atmosphere for long. Even a mentally healthy person couldn’t take it, let alone someone like Lin Mengyao, who already had issues.

Pressing her face in her hands, Yu Xia ran all the way to the beach before stopping, the sea breeze chilling the sweat on her face, causing Yu Xia to shiver uncontrollably.

Sitting on the sand, Yu Xia’s shoulders shook as she sobbed, looking pitifully sad.

"Young lady, what happened to you? Why are you standing here crying alone?" said a refined-looking man, impeccably dressed from head to toe, exuding a pleasant scent that drifted around Yu Xia with the sea breeze. noveldrama

He pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Yu Xia, his voice infused with a calming gentleness.

Yu Xia lifted her head from her arms, revealing timid, watery eyes tinged with redness, her black pupils appearing as if they’d been washed clean by water, pure and simple like a newborn baby who knew nothing about the world.

"Thank you." Yu Xia wasn’t accustomed to interacting with strangers, even though this man didn’t seem like a bad person at all. Nonetheless, Yu Xia was still a bit afraid, her gaze lingering on the handkerchief the man offered without reaching out to take it.

The man chuckled at Yu Xia’s demeanor. "Take it, wipe your face, or it’ll feel uncomfortable when the tears dry," he urged softly, inching the handkerchief closer, careful not to frighten her.

Yu Xia, her face flushed with embarrassment, timidly reached out to take the exquisite handkerchief with long, onion-like fingers. The moment she touched its soft and delicate texture, she hesitated, aware that the handkerchief was surely expensive. Sensing Yu Xia’s hesitation, the man reassured her, "It’s nothing, really. Wipe your tears, and if you feel really bad about it, just return it washed."