After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 18

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, while An Yu sat on the soft sofa nearby and unlocked her phone.

She opened Weibo and found her inbox overflowing with “99+” notifications. Curious, she tapped it open and discovered that they were all comments under the CP fanart she had posted yesterday in the fandom superchat.

【Wuwuwu, this fanart is so delicious.】
【At a time like this, a god-tier creator suddenly appears—I’m motivated again!】
【High-quality fanart like this is perfect for someone like me who’s on a “low-fat diet.”】

An Yu read through the comments one by one and gradually understood the situation.

Yesterday, at that time, the superchat had been completely overrun by Pei Lu’s CP fans, and her own ship’s fans were losing badly. But the moment she posted that CP drawing, it was like injecting them with a dose of adrenaline, lifting their morale all over again.

And after today’s livestream, her and Lin Duxi’s CP fandom had grown even larger. Waves of new fans flocked in, and under the flood of comments, her artwork had become the hottest post in the entire thread.

Watching her follower count on her main page climb higher and higher, An Yu swallowed nervously. She quickly checked her profile—thankfully, the account was newly created, with no hints or identifying details that could link it back to her. Only then did she relax a little.

She patiently scrolled through the fan comments, and seeing their over-the-top praise, she couldn’t help but smile.

Just then, one comment caught her eye. The profile picture was of her and Lin Duxi. Raising her brows, An Yu tapped to enlarge it.

The image was a screenshot from when they were at the fan shop: she sat at the table sketching while Lin Duxi leaned to the side, head turned toward her with soft, gentle eyes. The quality of the livestream pixelated the details, so her exact expression was unclear, but the warmth was undeniable. Something in An Yu’s chest felt lightly tugged.

She was staring so intently that she didn’t even notice the sound of the shower stopping.

“Ah Yu.”
A tentative, almost pleading voice called out.

An Yu lifted her head toward the bathroom and stood up.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, walking to the shower door.

“Ah Yu.” Lin Duxi’s voice was wrapped in misty warmth, drifting through the frosted glass door. To An Yu’s ears, it sounded almost unreal.

“I left my clothes outside… Could you bring them to me?”

An Yu froze mid-step. She looked around the room.

“Where?”

“On top of my suitcase,” Lin Duxi replied. “I came in too quickly and forgot to grab them.”

Just as she said, An Yu spotted neatly folded undergarments and light, cool clothing placed atop the suitcase. The sight of the thin fabric made the tips of An Yu’s ears redden. She hesitated for a moment, feeling she was overthinking, then finally picked them up and walked to the shower door.

“Open the door.”

A silhouette appeared faintly on the frosted glass. Lin Duxi’s heart gave a quick thump as she reached out and slid the door open just a crack.

The steam had not yet dissipated, mist curling through every corner of the bathroom. From the narrow gap, a slender, pale hand slowly extended outward, water droplets trembling down her arm. The damp heat radiated outward, brushing over An Yu’s skin, blurring her vision.

Her eyes instinctively lowered toward the floor. She reached out and passed the clothes into that hand. Their fingers brushed for a fleeting moment—Lin Duxi’s cool knuckles against hers—and yet An Yu pulled back as if burned. Her skin tingled where they had touched, and she stared dazedly at her own hand.

“Thank you, Ah Yu,” Lin Duxi said softly.

Through the hazy glass, Lin Duxi caught sight of her absent-minded expression and couldn’t help but laugh gently. Then she rose and slid the door shut again, sealing An Yu and her feverish thoughts outside.

Exhaling, An Yu wiped the beads of moisture from her forehead and turned to leave, but then a loud thud echoed from inside the bathroom, followed by a stifled cry.

“Hiss—”

An Yu’s instincts immediately sharpened. She rushed back to the door, pounding on it.

“Lin Duxi, what happened?”

“I’m fine, Ah Yu. The floor’s a little slippery—I just lost my balance and fell.” Her voice came muffled through the glass, deliberately lighthearted.

But that pained cry from earlier still rang vividly in An Yu’s ears.

Though her tone was casual, as if she were only startled, An Yu’s worry tightened again when she heard the faintest sound of her uneven breathing.

“You’re hurt, aren’t you?”

“Ah Yu… I think I twisted my ankle,” Lin Duxi admitted, her voice tinged with pain. She tested her weight on her foot, and heat throbbed sharply from her ankle, making her wince.

An Yu frowned. “Put your clothes on first. I’ll grab the medicine.”

Hearing her hurried footsteps outside, Lin Duxi bit back a smile through the pain. There was a strange sweetness in it. She gave a soft reply, then quickly dressed.

An Yu rummaged through her own suitcase and thankfully found the ointment she had packed.

The shower door opened, steam spilling into the room. Her eyes dropped instantly to Lin Duxi’s reddened ankle, brows knitting in concern.

When she looked up, Lin Duxi was leaning casually against the doorframe, wet hair clinging to her skin, droplets sliding from her face down to her collarbone, soaking into the loose nightdress. She seemed oblivious to it all, only gazing at An Yu with clear, luminous eyes.

An Yu forced herself to look back down, crouching to examine the injury.

The scent of Lin Duxi’s body, amplified by the mist, lingered around her. Images of those misty, pleading eyes flashed through An Yu’s mind—eyes that seemed to say she had no one else but her.

A dangerous thought flickered: how much she wanted to bully her, to make her cry in her arms until she bloomed like a rain-drenched flower.

An Yu shook her head sharply, focusing back on the swollen ankle. “I’ll apply the medicine. Go sit by the bed.”

Lin Duxi hummed softly and took a step, but pain buckled her leg. With a gasp, she instinctively wrapped her arms around An Yu’s neck—only to realize she was being swept up, cradled in An Yu’s arms.

Expression steady, An Yu said, “Your foot’s injured. Don’t walk.”

“…Okay.” Lin Duxi lowered her head quickly to hide the smile tugging at her lips. She nestled her head lightly against An Yu’s shoulder, savoring the closeness. Yet, in the next moment, An Yu set her down, the warmth abruptly gone. Her eyes dimmed faintly.

Ignoring her subtle reaction, An Yu opened the ointment, lifted her ankle carefully, and pressed a cool towel against it before massaging the medicine in with solemn precision, as though performing a crucial task.

Too focused, she failed to notice Lin Duxi’s gaze.

Wherever An Yu touched, heat spread upward. Lin Duxi’s heart thrilled, her eyes sparkling with something wild and uncontainable. Overcome with emotion, she lowered her gaze and drank in the sight of An Yu with quiet, tender devotion.

If just a touch could undo her like this, what would true intimacy feel like? The thought alone made her cheeks flush pink.

When An Yu finally finished, she said, “Wait a while before moving it again. See if it still hurts later.” Rising, she inadvertently met Lin Duxi’s eyes—eyes brimming with so much feeling that An Yu’s chest jolted. She quickly looked away, clearing her throat. “I’ll go wash up.”

As the bathroom door shut, Lin Duxi lowered her gaze to her ankle, tended to so carefully just moments ago. Testing it lightly, she found the pain already much reduced—but still, she frowned.

If only she had fallen harder. Then Ah Yu would have stayed by her side, looking after her longer.

Ah Yu had been so gentle, so tender. She wanted to keep that tenderness forever, even if it meant holding onto the pain.

It almost felt like they were together again. Just the thought of being with An Yu made her entire body tremble with joy.

But holding the same posture too long grew tiring. Lin Duxi shifted slightly—and suddenly froze at the warm, sticky dampness against her clothes.

Slowly, she looked down, scratching her head helplessly at the stain on the fresh garment she had just put on. Then she glanced at the bathroom where the water was still running.

She remembered there was another bathroom further down the hall. If she slipped away to clean up quickly while An Yu was occupied, she could return before being noticed.

Surely she wouldn’t find out… right?

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