This person is clearly a male protagonist in a female-oriented novel, yet he is excessively lucid.

"I'm in my critical period right now."

After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Yilin slightly turned her head to avoid his kiss, her slender fingers gently pressing on his wrist.

His gaze suddenly turned serious, and he stared into his eyes as he spoke each word clearly.

"You remember, I don't take medicine."

If I am pregnant, I will give birth to the child.

"Then let's have it."

Yu Chenzhou lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his nose brushing against hers, his tone incredibly firm and unwavering.

"How could I, Yu Chenzhou, not bear this responsibility?"

"Hmph, what a scumbag."

Xiao Yilin couldn't suppress the smile on her lips. She let go of his arm and wrapped her arms around his neck again, teasing him with a hint of coquettishness.

At that moment, their eyes met, and they both saw undisguised affection in each other's eyes.

"You expect her to have your child without even a bouquet of roses, a proper proposal, or a decent ring?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Chenzhou chuckled softly. He naturally knew what Xiao Yilin meant, so he didn't refute her words but kissed her again.

Because at this moment, Xiao Yilin's words revealed a girlish demeanor, clearly indicating that she was being coquettish, not genuinely complaining.

As the setting sun shone through the window into the room, the two were lying on Xiao Yilin's bed, embracing each other tenderly.

With a flushed face, Xiao Yilin pressed her cheek against Yu Chenzhou's warm chest, the steady heartbeat reaching her ears.

Yu Chenzhou's chin rested on the top of her head, the fragrance of her hair lingering around his nose.

A gentle breeze blew in through the window, lifting a corner of the curtains and carrying the warmth of the sunset, along with the fragrance of flowers from the garden downstairs, into the room.

A quiet, gentle breeze dispersed the room's enchanting atmosphere while also reminding the two that it was getting late.

"I'll tell you a secret: I have a car that, since I bought it, has only ever been driven by you."

Leaning against Yu Chenzhou's chest, Xiao Yilin's cheek pressed against his strong chest, suddenly murmured softly, her voice so soft it seemed as if she was afraid the wind outside the window would carry it away.

Yu Chenzhou's heart softened instantly, and he subconsciously tightened his arms around her, gently stroking her cool hand with his palm, his fingertips tracing the delicate skin of her wrist.

"Although you may have already noticed, I'll tell you a secret."

In my entire life, I've touched other steering wheels, but I've only ever driven your car, and I only ever want to drive that one.

The moment their fingers intertwined, their warm fingertips touched, as if to fill in the six years of emptiness.

When Xiao Yilin looked up, she met Yu Chenzhou's smiling eyes, which reflected her image and were filled with the soft light of something lost and regained.

First love is like the white moonlight on the windowsill of youth, clean and clear. If, after many twists and turns, it can become the only one in each other's lives, it is the perfect icing on the cake, warming people's noses with tears.

Xiao Yilin's fingertips curled unconsciously as she traced circles on his chest, her voice carrying a hint of aggrieved nasal tone, like a wronged kitten:

"Let me tell you another secret I've kept in my heart."

The night after we broke up, I cried into my pillow until the wee hours and regretted it. But I was young and impetuous then, and I thought I could let go after a while.

But after going abroad, I regretted it even more, but I was too ashamed to go back to China to find you.

After all, I was the one who spoke first, and words spoken are like water spilled on the ground.

After spending several months abroad, I finally made up my mind to pack my bags and come back to find you, only to hear from someone else before boarding the plane that you were pursuing Su Qinghuan.

I was so deflated that I didn't even dare to step into the airport.

Actually, I've been back in China for half a year now, but I still don't know how to face you.

I also went to your hospital, but I went to the gynecology department, which is why you didn't see me.

I've always known where you live, but I haven't dared to go to you.

Until the day before yesterday, I heard that you two had broken up, so I rushed over immediately, afraid that if I was too late, you would get back together with her, and I would really have no chance.

"Then I'll tell you a secret I've kept for six years."

Yu Chenzhou stopped what he was doing, looked down at her reddened eyes, and began to play with her slender fingers with exceptional gentleness, his fingertips rubbing against her knuckles again and again.

"I knew you were going to study abroad a long time ago, and I even bought the engagement ring."

It's the one we liked when we were shopping together. If you hadn't mentioned breaking up that day, I would have taken you to the lake where we had our first date and proposed to you.

These words struck Xiao Yilin like a thunderbolt, catching her off guard. She looked up abruptly, her eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief, and tears welled up instantly, dangling precariously from her eyelashes.

She never knew that because she acted first and was decisive, the two of them missed each other for six whole years and missed a proposal that should have come as scheduled.

This is precisely the root of the first stage of conflict between Yu Chenzhou and Su Qinghuan in the original work.

When Xiao Yilin suddenly broke up with him, Yu Chenzhou walked alone to the lake where he had planned to propose. Heartbroken, he threw the ring and its box into the lake.

Finally, the box was washed ashore by the lake and picked up by Su Qinghuan. After making inquiries, she learned that it belonged to him, so she found him and returned it to him.

She became the only person besides Yu Chenzhou who knew about this past.

It was precisely because of this special "knowledge" that Su Qinghuan accidentally came into Yu Chenzhou's sight, yet she always refused to accept his pursuit.

In her view, a man who had just broken up with his girlfriend of many years and immediately started pursuing her was clearly using her as a substitute to fill a void, which she could not accept.

"Oh! Why didn't you propose first?!"

Xiao Yilin's tears finally fell. She raised her hand and gently punched his chest, the force as light as a feather, but her tone was full of coquettish complaint.

"If you had spoken first, I definitely wouldn't have said goodbye!"

"How could I have imagined that you would ask me out, then without a word, push me down on the sofa, and after we were done, before you could even catch your breath, you would break up with me?"

Yu Chenzhou raised an eyebrow and teased, reaching out to wipe away the tears on her cheeks, but inwardly he was secretly complaining.

"It's all because of that author with a peculiar thought process who's stirring up trouble to create melodramatic plot twists."

But come to think of it, if it weren't for her actions, I wouldn't have been able to transmigrate and take the place of the original owner, let alone have the good fortune to hold you, whom I've lost and found again. So, all things considered, it's not a complete loss.

Xiao Yilin carefully recalled that sweltering afternoon from that year, and her cheeks instantly burned.

It seems that I was too impatient at the time, and my mind was full of the childish idea that "if I say I want to break up first, then I won't be abandoned." So I stopped dwelling on the regrets of the past.

She sat up, supporting herself on his chest, her hair falling over her shoulders, and suddenly asked curiously:

"Seriously, between me and Su Qinghuan, who do you like more?"

"Are you sure you want to bring up this old grievance when the atmosphere is just right?"

Yu Chenzhou gave a helpless smile, reached out and pressed her back against his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"You're so jealous, it's making my nose feel like it's going to fail."

"Just tell me! Don't change the subject!"

Xiao Yilin persisted, reaching out to pinch the soft flesh on his side, her tone carrying a clear warning, her fingertips already applying slight pressure.

"Don't even think about getting out of bed today until you explain yourself clearly."

"Of course it's you, is there even a question?"

Yu Chenzhou immediately backed down, his tone incredibly sincere, even bordering on exaggerated flattery.

"My Linlin is fair-skinned and beautiful, with 42-inch long legs that are straight and slender. She is usually intellectual and elegant, and occasionally a little sexy. She is a thousand times better than Su Qinghuan, who is clueless and always tries to be a nice person. There is no comparison at all."

"I wholeheartedly agree that you don't understand the situation, but when a colleague in the hospital caused trouble and the hospital director pleaded for leniency, he actually wanted you to step in and take the blame. It's utterly absurd."

Xiao Yilin's tone softened a bit, but it still carried a hint of resentment and awkwardness.

"But in terms of looks, can I really compare to her?"

She's the goddess of Ji Province among the goddesses of the Nine Provinces, hailed as a peerless beauty who appears only once every 1800 years. She even dares to compare herself to Zhen Mi, the goddess of the Luo River—that's terrifying!

"What 'Goddess of Kyushu'? It's just a marketing gimmick that a certain art university in the south used to recruit new students ten years ago."

Yu Chenzhou scoffed, his tone full of undisguised disdain.

"Later, universities in various provinces saw that this trick worked and followed suit. In the end, even local cultural and tourism bureaus got involved in beauty pageants to attract tourists and generate buzz, which is how the title of 'Goddess of Kyushu' came about."

To put it bluntly, they're just a bunch of pretty faces, all show and no substance. God gave them good looks, but forgot to give them normal human brains.

Just like Chen Xiaoxiao, the second female lead in the original novel, she is one of the "Goddesses of the Nine Provinces," the Goddess of Yangzhou, and is said to be a beauty that appears once every 1200 years, comparable to Yang Guifei.

With her voluptuous figure and sweet looks, she has now gained some fame in the entertainment industry.

Her greatest skill is navigating the complex world of wealthy second-generation heirs, manipulating people's hearts and minds. It is through these connections that she has been able to establish herself in the chaotic entertainment industry.

The reason she came into contact with Yu Chenzhou was because she was born with a defect in her vocal cords.

Her voice cracks whenever she hits a high note, requiring a high-risk corrective surgery that even top doctors in the field dare not take on.

Once this surgery is performed, it will either be successful or result in a full recovery.

It could either fail and become completely incurable, or if the surgery fails, it could lead to irreversible damage to the voice.

Throughout the entire series, only Yu Chenzhou, the male lead, is absolutely certain that he can cure her.

"Now he speaks with more confidence than anyone else. Who knows, he might run into a stunning beauty like Chen Xiaoxiao on the street one day and be unable to walk past her."

Xiao Yilin stretched out her index finger and gently poked his chin, a sly smile in her eyes.

If she remembered correctly, Chen Xiaoxiao's sugar daddies had almost exhausted all their connections in the industry in order to find a doctor, and they would probably come knocking on her door soon.

"Besides you, all other beautiful women are just soulless decorations in my eyes."

Yu Chenzhou took her mischievous fingers in his hand, placed them to his lips, and gently kissed them, his tone serious and without the slightest carelessness.

"I don't want to lose you again."

Xiao Yilin's heart was instantly filled with warmth from those words, which spread from her heart to every part of her body.

She understands the art of relationships all too well. Some things are inherently uneventful, but the more you dwell on them, the more likely you are to create discord.

So she wisely stopped dwelling on the topic and instead threw off the thin blanket covering her and got up:

"I've rested enough, it's time to go back. I'm still curious to know what delicious dishes you're going to make with soybeans and tofu. I'm looking forward to trying them."

The carpet was littered with the clothes the two had just taken off—silk dresses, shirts, and lace lingerie all mixed together, exuding an air of ambiguity.

She bent down and picked up the pieces one by one, gently patting off the wrinkles before putting them on.

Although she really wants to take a hot bath right now.

But considering that they had to rush back and there wasn't much time left, they had to suppress the thought and pack properly once they got home.

"Oh, by the way, could you please collect the sheets from the bed and take them home to wash?"

She raised her hand and tucked the messy strands of hair behind her ear, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate earlobes.

As she turned to walk towards the bathroom, the sunlight streaming through the window fell perfectly on the tips of her hair, gilding them with a warm and soft golden edge, making Yu Chenzhou secretly feel fortunate.