After Being Reborn, My Ex-Girlfriend Became Obsessed - Chapter 87

Sure enough, An Yu caught a cold. She should have gone to bed early after taking a cold shower, but last night had been too heated, and she lingered too long in the bathroom. In a daze, she developed a fever.

Lin Duxi was awakened by the heat.

She slowly opened her eyes and immediately noticed something was off with the person beside her. Her still-hazy consciousness instantly cleared.

“An Yu.” She reached out and touched An Yu’s forehead. Her fingertips met a burning heat.

An Yu frowned, took the hand resting on her forehead, and placed it over her chest. Her blurred consciousness made her unwilling to fully wake up.

“Fever.” Lin Duxi murmured, quickly withdrawing her hand and getting out of bed.

She remembered that An Yu usually kept medication in her suitcase.

Being mindful not to disturb An Yu’s sleep, she tiptoed over.

There was a lock.

Lin Duxi hesitated, trying to turn the dial to An Yu’s birthday—but it was wrong.

She then tried her own birthday—still wrong.

She was at a loss.

An Yu slept restlessly on the bed, probably feeling hot, and had kicked the blanket off slightly. The rustling of the fabric sounded painfully endearing to Lin Duxi’s ears.

The phone password?

Suddenly, Lin Duxi remembered a number—one she had seen An Yu enter before, her face expressionless.

Click—the lock opened.

A wave of emotion surged within Lin Duxi, leaving her momentarily stunned, unsure of what to do next.

After a few seconds, she suppressed the rapidly growing emotions, rifled through the suitcase to find cold medicine, put on some clothes, and went outside to fetch a cup of warm water to gently give to An Yu.

Although An Yu’s consciousness was still hazy, her ears caught the sounds of Lin Duxi opening and closing the door. By the time Lin Duxi helped her sit up, she was almost fully awake.

Seeing the medicine in her hands, An Yu smiled lightly.

“I can do it myself,” she said, reaching to take the cup from Lin Duxi.

Lin Duxi moved her hand aside, her gaze stubbornly refusing to let An Yu take it.

An Yu sighed softly. “Then I’ll trouble Miss Lin.”

Even though everything was fine, she had switched to addressing her formally—Miss Lin! How mischievous!

Lin Duxi’s heart was wrapped in guilt. She didn’t want to say anything further, and after confirming the water wasn’t too hot, she slowly brought it to An Yu’s lips, even adjusting it so it touched the spot she had kissed before.

An Yu had meant to distract Lin Duxi, but seeing her still frowning, she sighed internally and swallowed the medicine first.

After taking the medicine, An Yu felt that her body wasn’t so bad; this fever was purely from taking that cold shower. She got ready to get up for the recording.

But Lin Duxi pushed her back down just as she tried to sit up.

“I really feel fine now. I feel much better after taking the medicine,” An Yu said.

Lin Duxi tucked the blanket around her. “Cold medicine doesn’t take effect that fast. You need to rest. Go back to sleep; I’ll talk to the director.”

Her tone hid subtle guilt.

An Yu’s heart softened. “Actually, I felt a little feverish right after the shower last night… the rest… isn’t the cause.”

So that was why she had asked that question.

Unexpectedly, Lin Duxi seemed to realize some detail after An Yu’s explanation and suddenly raised her head. “You had a fever and… pervert!” she exclaimed, sounding more like an angry little cat.

She pulled the blanket over An Yu’s head to block her view.

Her naturally fair skin blushed even more.

An Yu smiled slightly; at least Lin Duxi wasn’t drowning in guilt anymore.

After a while, hearing no sound, An Yu quietly pulled the blanket down just a little and peeked. Their eyes met—Lin Duxi’s eyes were moist.

Her eyelids half-opened.

“Why did you change your suitcase password?” Lin Duxi couldn’t help asking.

An Yu’s lips curved into a smile. “I remembered this date was very special, so I used it.”

She said it so honestly, like a clear mountain stream flowing gently, leaving only pure feelings behind.

Lin Duxi’s heart blazed with love, spreading uncontrollably, and she leaned closer.

“I still have a fever; I can’t infect you,” An Yu said, placing her hand on Lin Duxi’s shoulder, refusing.

Lin Duxi smiled, her eyes filled with fiery tenderness. “Alright, then rest well.”

She leaned down again, pressing her forehead against An Yu’s to measure her temperature, their lashes fluttering, breaths mingling, each heartbeat echoing in their hearts.

It was still hot.

“Don’t record today. I’ll talk to Director Qiao,” Lin Duxi said and intended to change her clothes to go out, but her wrist was grabbed.

“No need. I’ll sleep a bit, and today we’re going to buy groceries together, right? We need to go together,” An Yu said, unconsciously acting cute, her bright, feverish eyes looking at Lin Duxi.

Lin Duxi couldn’t resist her gaze, her wavering thoughts completely collapsing. “Then rest this morning; record in the afternoon.”

Seeing An Yu still wanting to say something, she quickly blocked her mouth. “This is the minimum requirement!”

“Okay, then I’ll sleep,” An Yu said.

Only then did Lin Duxi relax, change into a high-neck sweater, and leave. Last night, she had promised not to kiss An Yu’s neck—but An Yu hadn’t held back on her, leaving marks on her collarbone.

An Yu’s consciousness was still a little hazy, and after sleeping again, the fever finally subsided.

When she opened her eyes again, she was alone; Lin Duxi was probably still recording.

Sweating all over, An Yu felt extremely uncomfortable. Nearing noon, she got up and took a shower.

After changing into clean clothes, she sat idly on the bed, picked up a nearby mirror, and her pupils instantly dilated.

Lin Duxi had indeed kept her promise—not leaving marks on her neck—but her own lips were broken and scabbed.

She looked over the rest of her body. Except for her neck, everywhere else bore marks.

An Yu put the mirror aside and touched her lips, and memories from last night resurfaced. The whispered words and murmurs in the throes of passion made her ears blush.

While Lin Duxi was still out, An Yu tidied up her outfit and, with a nervous yet resentful expression, actively called out:

“System! System! Big problem, system!”

Sure enough, after some crackling electric sounds, the system appeared in her mind.

“What is it?” It asked simply, already sensing something was wrong.

“What did you do?” Its voice revealed panic, though still holding a sliver of possibility.

The system’s alarm would trigger if it detected the host violating rules. Nothing had appeared last night, so perhaps it was just a false intuition.

But An Yu’s next words shattered that hope.

“This was Lin Duxi’s request. I followed it; it can’t be considered my negligence.”

Her words struck like thunder. If it could take human form, the system would likely have fainted.

“You—you said what? What exactly did you do?” the system raged inside her mind.

An Yu felt her entire body squeezed, suffocated. She barely managed to speak through clenched teeth.

The system’s punitive response faltered momentarily, then gradually withdrew. An Yu collapsed, breathing heavily, sweat forming again from her shower.

The room was completely silent, the system seemingly vanished, leaving her alone. Her rapid breaths pounded against her ears, yet she felt a pressure heavier than suffocation, gripping her heart.

“Could it be that you really didn’t disobey Lin Duxi at all?” the system’s cold, menacing voice asked.

An Yu: “?”

“Regarding last night, the system suspects the detection equipment failed to issue an alert. Maintenance has now been requested. The system reasonably suspects host interference with the protagonist’s will. According to ‘innocent until proven guilty… crackle… crackle… now according to guilty if suspected,’ the host will be subjected to punishment mode.”

An Yu: “You’re changing the rules!”

“Five, four, three, two, one… punishment begins.”

Meanwhile, at the event site, Lin Duxi suddenly fell unconscious.

Again, the cold wind—the third time.

An Yu opened her eyes in exasperation, cursing the system silently in her heart.

It had even changed the rules right in front of her.

Unable to resist, a small gap in her defenses appeared, and she knew how to fight back next.

Footsteps sounded behind her. An Yu tensed, maintaining her usual composure.

She opened the suitcase, checked the cash inside, closed it, locked it. Then:

She dodged a knife, sidestepped, kicked. The man couldn’t predict her moves, panicked, stabbing wildly.

She was cornered on the rooftop. Pain gritted her teeth, letting the man swing his knife at her.

She lunged forward and delivered an elbow strike. The wooden mask cracked.

Clatter. The wood hit the ground. The hood of the sweatshirt fell during the struggle. An Yu finally saw the face of the man who had attacked her three times.

It was Lin Ze.

Like a sculpture, Lin Ze stood still, shock frozen on his face.

At that moment, An Yu felt everything around her start to fracture: first the sky, then the buildings, the ground, and finally the frozen figure before her.

Even herself.

Her consciousness detached from her body. She watched as her body disintegrated with the collapsing scene, until, with a final bang, everything shattered.

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