Chapter 32

*Just Bracing*
Bed partners.
Bed mates.
Soul flew to space—past sheets—not pillow—accepted adult intimate distant label—
Light bite—rising tone—sure—
She trusted judgment—“bed partner” safer than “lover”—right distance—
Zhu Yu wide eyes—quail—never imagined the word—with Bai Shuzhou—from her mouth—
Wait—core logic unchanged—
Amnesia Shuzhou pierced paper she never dared—
So diamond—not love token—reward?
Worse than buying sheets!!
Hurt look—want answer—
Brow knit—look away—“Good night.”
Polite expulsion—
Sinking in pillow—only forehead—half closed eyes—
White quilt softened edge—
Snow about to melt—pink ear tip—
“Right—” Zhu Yu cough—“We have goodnight kiss—your rule—”
“…”
Eyes open—blank—
Can’t verify—
Ear whisper official tone—“For healing—kiss helps you—”
Quick cheek peck—spirit touch—electric—
First power was kiss—flexible—
Sun patch—gone—
Bow—swagger leave—
“Good night, my princess.”
Low magnetic—girl walked away clean—
Deep breath—
Got it—run—white knuckles—speed in blind spot—
Or she’d wake—she taught this power—
Eighteen can’t be that calm—bracing!
Feelings aren’t business—sweet steal ok—
Theory ok—cheeks hot—
Hand on lip—almost run—
Corner—shoulder hit—
Blond researcher—“Sorry Highness!”
“Fine thanks bye goodnight!”
Social anxiety nod—split—
Researcher maintenance—light in—dark room—
Far—princess finger on cheek—light rub—
…
One night—full HP—
Cheek touch scent—pillow all night—
Why cheek not lips—ambition growing—
Still closest adult stable relation—
Not cheat—power helps—mutual—
Sleepless—spirit research all night—
Three virtual screens—“what good days”—terminal trash—
Public spirit info scrubbed—forums wilder—
Monopoly—decades to decrypt—White Horse books outdated—
Ask Academy friends—
Blond Yu Yan—shy hot—bio PhD—group science news—
Others cold online—
Thumbs up replies—
Lunch ask: what to eat?
Group: beef wide noodles—soup in noodles—
Empire taste unified?
Relief—warm food bridge—
Kind world—
Screen—Yu Yan toast emoji—cold data face—
Nobles villas—common dorms—“half noble at Academy”—
Yu Yan top scholar—two years grunt—no home—
Mother: eat remember home—
Boss: destined here—
“Amazing.”
Noble: thanks mentor—
No credit—innovation shallow—
Destiny stopped at start—
Until that day—
Knock—timing perfect—
Door—cart—“Hi”—heavy box—“Eat before mush!”
Almost dropped—gold weight suspicion—
Pulled inside—
Real beef noodles box—sausage sides—
Choked—unexpected care—
They only wanted cover for asking—
Zhu Yu copied dozen boxes—
“Princess medical file?”
“Yes—rough—can you read?”
“Some—I’ll look up.”
Mother doctor handwriting—Yu Yan handwritten—craft—
Sensitive memory notes—no copy online—
Simplified report handed—
Thanks—bounce leave—
Hidden in cart layer—biggest for Shuzhou bottom—
Knights hungry anxious—finally lunch—
Exile favorite—noodles soup beef—
Not royal chef—but “casual extra”—
Scent—brow knit—glance—
Hands up—eat what you want—
Small taste—eyes on her—
Waiting disciple to ask—
Temple idol—empty gold hall—
Zhu Yu didn’t know—
Scratch head—finally—
No soup spoon—royal spoons small for noodles—
Only chopsticks—turn for spoon—
Hallway—tiny shy slurp—
Foot stop—loud bowl clatter cover—