Hoàng Hải Vân didn’t say anything, but that didn’t mean Trần Ngọc Linh had no way of finding out. He just needed to observe how Hoàng Hải Vân practiced and then follow suit.
After lunch, the two boarded a plane back to the city. At the moment, Hoàng Hải Vân was still in Trần Ngọc Linh’s body, so she couldn’t return to her own home and had no choice but to stay at his.
When the servants saw their young master bringing home a girl, they were all shocked. Their master never brought friends home, let alone a girl. In Trần Ngọc Linh’s body, Hoàng Hải Vân pulled him closer and announced:
“This is Hoàng Hải Vân, my girlfriend. She will be the co-owner of this house. You must obey her absolutely, just as you do me. If there are any changes in the future, I will let you know.”
Hearing Hoàng Hải Vân restore his rightful status as the master of the house—though under the title of her boyfriend—made Trần Ngọc Linh happy. However, when he heard the words, "If there are any changes in the future, I will let you know," his mood darkened. So, in Hoàng Hải Vân’s mind, she was always planning to leave.
If that was the case, then before she could leave, he had to find a way to bind her heart to him.
That night, after dinner, he went online to search for what girls liked in a boyfriend and what couples usually did together.
Let’s see… Women’s ideal type consisted of the "Four T’s": Practical (Thực tế), Financially stable (Kinh tế), Thoughtful (Tinh tế), and Kind (Tử tế), along with the "Six Knows": Knows how to love (Biết yêu), Knows how to pamper (Biết chiều), Knows how to behave (Biết điều), Knows how to spend (Biết chi), Knows how to understand (Biết hiểu), and Knows how to care (Biết thương).
He evaluated himself and figured he could score at least 8/10—not bad at all. If he added bonus points for his looks, he could probably score a 9/10.
Besides these qualities, women also adored CEO-type men who could cook well and were passionate in bed. On this point, he only gave himself a 5/10, since he didn’t know how to cook.
As for typical couple activities like shopping, watching movies, or going to the park, those were out of the question—simply because they were all crowded places. Trần Ngọc Linh didn’t want his demonic blood to flare up and scare Hoàng Hải Vân away.
Thinking about it, Hoàng Hải Vân wasn’t wrong. If she became his girlfriend, she really would have to endure many hardships.
Although he couldn’t take her out to shop, he ordered the servants to buy everything a girl might need. That way, when Hoàng Hải Vân returned to her original body, she could still live comfortably.
 
Hoàng Hải Vân saw that Trần Ngọc Linh was focused on his laptop and didn’t bother him. She wasn’t sure when it happened, but sharing a room with him had become something natural. The last time, she had to stay in the same room as Nguyễn Thế Anh. But this time, there was no need—Nguyễn Thế Anh was still severely injured and recovering on the island.
After an exhausting day of coming down from the mountains and returning straight to the city, all she wanted was to rest. She opened the wardrobe to grab some clothes for a bath. Seeing this, Trần Ngọc Linh quickly shut his laptop, got up, took a white dress shirt from the closet, and followed her.
“How about we bathe together?” he suggested.
Hoàng Hải Vân looked at him curiously, wondering what he was up to this time. But really, did it even matter? He had been living in her body, seeing it every day. Whatever he did with it, only the heavens knew.
The bath had already been prepared by the servants. All she had to do was step into the tub, sink into the warm water, and close her eyes to relax.
Trần Ngọc Linh walked over, sat on the edge of the tub, reached out to touch her face, and said, “Let me give you a massage. It’s my body, after all.”
She said nothing, which he took as agreement.
But the way he massaged—ugh, it tickled so much! Every touch sent waves of laughter through her. She couldn’t take it anymore. Grabbing his hands, she told him, “Stop, stop! Just wash yourself. I can’t handle this—it’s too ticklish.”
Trần Ngọc Linh realized his technique was lacking, but he wasn’t about to give up so easily. “Are you ticklish, or are you getting turned on?”
With that, he stood up, stripped off his clothes, and stepped into the tub to join her.
“This is your body, right? How about you wash me instead? I feel a bit shy touching it myself,” he teased.
Hearing that, Hoàng Hải Vân was furious—but there was nothing she could do. Shy? Him? What a joke! But she was too tired to argue with him. Fighting with a child would only make her seem childish, too. Well, not that he was really a child—she was only five years older than him. It was just that his face looked so innocent, making her instinctively treat him like one.
He sat in front of her, his back turned. Not bothered at all, Hoàng Hải Vân leaned forward and began scrubbing her original body. But the more she washed, the more his body reacted.
This little fox spirit! No matter what, he always finds a way to lure me in.
Seeing that the fish had taken the bait, Trần Ngọc Linh turned around, facing her directly. “Now, let me continue massaging you.”
With that, his hands disappeared beneath the water, touching and stroking where she was most sensitive.
Before long, Hoàng Hải Vân couldn’t hold back anymore. She wrapped her arms around him, and soon, the bathroom filled with the sounds of passion.
And, as always, these storms of pleasure were never brief. One round turned into several—starting in the bathtub and ending in the bedroom. Two young, burning bodies indulging in their irresistible craving for each other.