"I..."
Tang Manman hesitated, her expression conflicted, clearly struck by Lin Yu's accurate guess.
The medicine hadn’t cost just over five hundred—it was a full eight hundred!
For her, this was a substantial sum, nearly all the money she had painstakingly saved over the past year through frugal living. And now, almost all of it had gone toward Lin Yu’s medicine.
Of course, it hurt. Yet, she still didn’t follow him into the room, only staring at him timidly with her peach-blossom eyes.
If this Lin Yu had been the harsh, cold version of himself, she would have stepped inside without hesitation.
But this Lin Yu, with his gentle smile? She was genuinely afraid of him!
Lin Yu noticed Tang Manman’s wariness, but he had no intention of letting her off.
Now she’s scared?
Where was that courage earlier?
Didn’t she consider the risks before coming here?
This time, he’d make sure she learned her lesson—thoroughly!
That way, she’d never dare to recklessly wander into dangerous places again!
After mentally scolding Tang Manman, Lin Yu maintained his cheerful facade, teasing lightly,
"Tang Manman, you won’t come in—are you scared I’ll do something to you?"
Caught off guard, Tang Manman stiffened before hurriedly shaking her head.
"N-no, that’s not it."
"Then hurry up and come in. It’s not like I can do anything to you. Come on, get in here."
Seizing her reluctance to admit fear, Lin Yu pressed her repeatedly to enter.
Under his relentless urging, Tang Manman’s resistance crumbled. Head bowed, she shuffled forward reluctantly, finally stepping into the room.
Watching her walk into the lion’s den, Lin Yu’s eyes turned icy.
She knew the risks, yet she couldn’t bring herself to refuse?
Fine.
Today, she’d learn exactly what happened to those too soft-hearted to say no!
As soon as she was inside, Lin Yu swiftly shut and locked the door.
The metallic click of the bolt made Tang Manman flinch, her steps freezing mid-motion.
Lin Yu smirked at her tension. Perfect.
Let’s see if she ever dares to barge into a delinquent’s home again.
Today!
I, Lin Yu!
The champion of pure love!
Will teach you, Tang Manman—this naive, wide-eyed girl—a lesson you’ll never forget!
Consider this your wake-up call about how dangerous the world really is!
"Don’t just stand there. Sit."
Lin Yu jerked his chin toward the messy bed.
Tang Manman remained rooted in place. Lin Yu stepped closer, voice deceptively soft.
"What?
Want me to carry you there?
Sure!"
With a loud laugh, he spread his arms as if to scoop her up.
Tang Manman yelped and scrambled away, backing into the corner between the bed and wall. Trapped, she turned to face Lin Yu, eyes wide with alarm.
Suppressing a grin at her adorable panic, Lin Yu hardened his expression, adopting the cold glare of a thug whose pride had been wounded.
"If you don’t want me touching you, then sit on the bed yourself.
Or else, I’ll make you."
He delivered the threat with deliberate menace.
Tang Manman stared. Lin Yu stared back.
Just as her face began to twist with distress, Lin Yu steeled himself, bracing for potential tears.
But to his shock—Tang Manman burst out laughing!
"Tang Manman!"
"What the hell are you laughing at?!"
Lin Yu’s act shattered.
Tang Manman!
Do you even realize your situation?!
You’re locked in a delinquent’s apartment!
Alone. No escape. Your virtue hanging by a thread!
And you’re laughing?!
What’s wrong with you?!
Are you secretly some kind of… shameless pervert masquerading as an innocent girl?!
"S-sorry!"
Tang Manman clapped both hands over her mouth, stifling giggles, though her eyes still sparkled with mirth beneath the fear.
Seeing she at least remembered she was supposed to be scared, Lin Yu let the laughter slide…
…
Who was he kidding?!
What kind of girl laughs when trapped by a predator?!
This had to be proof—she was a closet degenerate!
Taking a deep breath, Lin Yu resumed his thug persona, though his goal had shifted. Now, he was determined to confirm his suspicion:
Was Tang Manman actually a masterfully disguised pervert?
"Hah, thinking about being with me gets you excited, huh?
Well, I’m excited too.
Especially for what’s coming next."
He flashed a sleazy grin, then—remembering his usual left-brow leer was hidden by his hair—switched to the right brow for maximum effect.
But as he did, the unnaturally clear view of his surroundings hit him.
Wait.
Where’s my damn dyed hair?!
Did the doctor shave it off when treating my head wound last night?!
Doctor…
You absolute legend!!!
Before Lin Yu could celebrate his hair’s demise, Tang Manman suddenly doubled over, then sank to the floor, hands clamped over her mouth as muffled snickers escaped.
At first, Lin Yu thought she was in pain.
But the way her eyes crinkled into crescents told the truth—
She was laughing. Again.
Seriously?!
You’re laughing at this?!
Admit it—you’re a pervert!
Lin Yu’s breathing grew ragged, fury mounting. The thought that his cherished "pure love" might have been a farce all along felt like a thunderbolt to his soul.
Unacceptable.
A thousand times unacceptable!!!
Perhaps sensing the mood shift—or maybe just intimidated by Lin Yu’s glare—Tang Manman finally stopped laughing. She rose like a scolded child, hands dangling guiltily, and peeked at him before murmuring,
"Sorry."
"What. Were you. Laughing at?"
Lin Yu’s voice was arctic.
"I..."
Tang Manman glanced up at Lin Yu, then lowered her head again, murmuring softly,
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you."
"Laugh at me?"
Lin Yu's simmering anger was momentarily stifled by this unexpected reply. Instinctively, he asked,
"What were you laughing at me for?"
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