“Hmm.”

Yesterday, I secretly searched online. This condition might be related to developmental issues, or possibly something growing in the brain.

But I didn’t plan to tell Lin Yufei about my search results. After all, I hadn’t gone to the doctor yet, and he was about to go abroad for training. I didn’t want a small issue to affect him at this time.

“I want to be your husband,” he said as he helped me change into a new T-shirt.

“Let me stay by your side, okay?”

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On the day I sent Lin Yufei off to study abroad, I slipped a card into his hand.

It had my mom’s allowance money.

“Buy whatever you want, eat what you like, and don’t skimp on yourself,” I said, hugging him tightly.

Lin Yufei didn’t come from a well-off family; his grandfather raised him.

When he was young, he snuck into a boxing gym to learn how to fight, initially just to protect himself and his grandfather. Later, he realized he genuinely enjoyed it. The gym owner saw his potential and helped him train properly to compete.

As he got older, he worked as a sparring partner and took on part-time jobs to earn money.

Reading his story made my heart ache. From now on, he’s my boy, and I won’t let him suffer financially again.

I held his hand and looked into his eyes.

“Training will be tough. Don’t ever treat yourself poorly,” I nagged. At that moment, I finally understood my mom.

My eyes moistened, but I held back my tears. I didn’t want Lin Yufei to worry.

“You’ll definitely be hungry,” he teased, handing the card back to me and whispering softly in my ear, “because you won’t be there.”

My face flushed instantly.

I wanted to go with him, but I needed to deal with my strange condition first.

“It’s only two weeks. You’ll see me soon,” I reassured him as I hugged him tightly. He hugged me back, as if he wanted to melt me into him and take me with him.

Zhang Yiqi punched Qi Jinlin lightly in the chest.

“Look at them, always sticking together,” he said, pretending to hug Qi Jinlin as well.

Qi Jinlin sighed, wrapping an arm around him.

“You’re not even going abroad, and you already have a ticket to come home with me for the summer. What more do you want?”

As Lin Yufei’s tall figure disappeared behind airport security, the tears I had held back finally spilled from my eyes.

Lin Yufei, everyone has the right to love beauty, and I love you.

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The day after Lin Yufei left, I secretly moved out of the dorm. Since his training was in complete isolation, he couldn’t use his phone, so he wouldn’t know that I had moved out.

During the week, I went to the hospital for a full check-up and scheduled an appointment with a family doctor.

All the reports showed that my body was perfectly healthy.

Even so, I didn’t move back to the dorm because Zhang Yiqi and Qi Jinlin were just too clingy.

“You should move back,” Zhang Yiqi said while sitting across from me, practically glued to Qi Jinlin even as they ate.

“Yeah, if Lin Yufei comes back and sees you’re gone, he might end up beating Zhang Yiqi to a pulp,” Qi Jinlin added, surprisingly in agreement.

“He still has a few more days before he’s back,” I replied, finding the cafeteria food unappetizing. Home-cooked meals were much better.

Plus, the family doctor suggested I exercise more, so my mom hired a personal trainer. He’s quite handsome, and the way he looks at me isn’t exactly pure.

But my heart is too small to fit anyone else. Besides Lin Yufei, there’s no room for anyone else.

“But…” Zhang Yiqi began, but I cut him off.

“Don’t worry, before Lin Yufei gets the chance to beat you up, I’ll make sure to wear him out first,” I joked, subtly flexing the muscles I had been working on.

By now, I felt confident I could handle a few rounds with Lin Yufei when he returned.

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You shouldn’t speak too soon, just like you shouldn’t eat too much.

When I went back to the dorm to grab a few books, I was suddenly pinned against the wall by a strong force.

Kisses fell upon me one after another, carrying with them a whirlwind of longing.

“Why are you back already? Weren’t you supposed to come in a few more days?” I asked, feeling a bit guilty for the bragging I had done earlier that day, especially seeing how eager he looked now.

“Don’t want to see me?” he demanded in a dominant tone, his hands not stopping.

“I missed you. I skipped the post-training activities,” he explained, brushing aside the books I was using to shield my chest.

“What’s there to hide? Haven’t I touched you everywhere already?” he teased as he continued his assault.

“They’re bigger,” he noted with an unreadable tone.

“You’ve gotten stronger, firmer,” he observed, running his hands over different parts of my body.

“Have you been training on your own?”

Giving up on resisting, I reached up and tugged at his T-shirt, pulling it over his back.

“I had a coach,” I replied, kissing his warm lips. Thankfully, I didn’t feel any strange sensations in my chest.

“Was the coach male or female?” His voice turned displeased as he lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.

“Why do you have so many questions?” I retorted, my back pressed tightly against the wall.

“Because I missed you. I don’t want anyone else touching you under the guise of training,” he said, pushing up my T-shirt.

When he saw my bare skin, he frowned.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, looking down at myself. Everything seemed fine to me.

“My chest was dry, which made me quite happy, so I raised my eyebrows at him.

“My strange condition where I’d get all wet whenever I saw you is gone,” I said, proudly.

“How did it get cured?” he asked, his tone stiff.

“It just… went away.” Honestly, I had no idea how it happened, just as I didn’t know how it started.

But this flimsy explanation only deepened his displeasure.

His frown deepened, and without another word, he kissed me. The familiar, strange sensation spread throughout my body again.

“Lin Yufei, you…” I started, but it was too late.

The condition I had thought was gone returned with a flood, as if it were making up for the past two weeks of pent-up longing.

Even a few droplets landed on his long lashes.

He looked at me with satisfaction at his handiwork.

“Why cure it? I like it just the way it is.”

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When Zhang Yiqi and Qi Jinlin returned, Lin Yufei was doing push-ups on the floor.