[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your intimate relationship with the Joyous Sect’s Talisman Master has deepened, advancing to the sixth realm—"Hearts Aflame"!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host, for completing the "Soul Cultivation Bond" trial mission and successfully binding a soul cultivation partner!]
[Reward: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones]
[Partner’s Sect Identity: Joyous Sect’s Talisman Master]
[...]
[Friendly Reminder: As the number of partners increases, new reward categories have been added to the prize pool.]
The kiss was fleeting.
Lin Yu didn’t press further—no taking advantage, no pushing his luck, no stirring the pot, no exploiting vulnerabilities…
Stopping here today was just right. The atmosphere was perfect.
If he rushed to "complete the set," he’d only ruin the rare, delicate tension between them.
Worse, it might leave little Fufu—already insecure—with unpleasant memories.
Their gentle embrace lasted about ten seconds.
When Ye Mengfu finally snapped out of it, her arms trembled slightly…
Who was she?
Where was she?
Why had she, without realizing it…
been returning Lin Yu’s hug?!
She wanted to pull away, yet her hands hovered hesitantly behind his back.
If she withdrew abruptly, would he misunderstand… that she hated it?
But if she stayed like this… how long were they supposed to keep hugging?
This question was utterly beyond Ye Mengfu’s expertise.
What terrified her more was:
Once they parted…
How was she supposed to face Lin Yu?
Were they… dating now? Or… not quite?
Lin Yu noticed every subtle shift in her demeanor.
Post-breakthrough awkwardness? That wasn’t something to dump on the girl.
Otherwise—what kind of man would he be?
He slowly loosened his hold and straightened up, feigning embarrassment.
"Just now… I couldn’t help myself. Sorry—did I scare you?"
His retreat actually eased Ye Mengfu’s nerves.
After a pause, she shook her head slightly.
It wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak.
She just had no idea what to say.
Everything that followed was uncharted territory—no experience, no script.
The only certainty? She felt…
Happy?
Pleasure?
Sweetness?
Even she couldn’t pin it down.
But she knew it was positive. Unresisted. Even… longed for.
Because she realized:
Lin Yu was attentive. Considerate.
She could tell he cared about her feelings too.
Seeing little Fufu so docile, Lin Yu wrestled down his rising mischief.
Patience.
Just wait.
If soul cultivation was achieved, physical cultivation couldn’t be far behind, right?
He gently took Ye Mengfu’s hand.
If she hadn’t resisted a forehead kiss or hug, holding hands would be an easy sell.
"Here’s the rest of the hairpins. Pick whichever you like to wear daily."
Ye Mengfu nodded vigorously.
"Mm. Th-thank you… Lin Yu."
Watching her blush, her breathing uneven from nerves yet still obediently standing before him—
Lin Yu knew he couldn’t stay longer.
He knew himself too well.
With such an alluring little artist before him, lasting three minutes without sinful thoughts would require divine intervention.
"I should be thanking you. I’ll take good care of the bunny you gave me."
"Feel free to visit it whenever you’re free."
"That painting—it’s yours now too."
With that, he picked up the cardboard box and reluctantly left Ye Mengfu’s room.
For two or three minutes after Lin Yu’s departure,
Ye Mengfu’s mind floated in a daze.
She sat where he’d painted earlier,
staring at his sketch of the white rabbit for ages.
Noticing the hairpin on the rabbit’s head, she touched the one in her own hair.
Then—
She pinched her cheeks lightly.
Ow.
It hurt.
Proof this wasn’t a dream.
From the small speaker by the easel, soft music still played:
"♪ I think I’m starting to miss you~~ ♪ Though I just met you~~ ♪"
"♪ I wonder if this magic~~ ♪ is just a trick~~ ♪"
"♪ I think I’m falling for you~~ ♪ ‘Cause I’ve got love’s courage~~ ♪"
"♪ I’ll dive headfirst~ into your mischief~~ ♪ Your mischief~~ ♪"
Pursing her lips, Ye Mengfu touched her forehead—still warm—where Lin Yu had kissed her.
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Lin Yu’s bedroom.
"Humans have rules. Bunnies have bunny rules."
"Today, I’m laying down the law…"
"Eat here. If you’re hungry, hop out of the cage and find me."
"Toilet area: this spot only. Everywhere else is off-limits."
"Your mom bought this chew toy. Gnaw on it when bored."
"I’ll take you out for walks when I’m free."
"Remember—follow the rules. No freelancing."
"…"
Inside the cage, the bunny clutched a half-eaten lettuce leaf,
frozen in place after five minutes of Lin Yu’s lecture.
The little bunny must be curious too.
Why can Lin Yu speak "bunny language"?
Such a terrifying "big bunny"—there's no way to resist!
Lin Yu watched the little bunny's timid expression.
Honestly, it kind of reminded him of little Fufu!
He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the bunny, then sent it to Ye Mengfu on WeChat.
He couldn’t just kiss her and then ghost her.
Follow-up was just as important.
The moment he sent it, the nurse sister called.
"……"
Lin Yu: "Help you clean up your room together?"
Xia Yiwei’s voice came through the phone:
"Yeah! If you don’t help, who else is in the apartment right now? You can call the others too, if you want."
"Though, I doubt you’d want them to know about your little connection with the kitty, right?"
Lin Yu: "……"
Alright, alright.
Here we go again.
That familiar tone!
Bringing others along to help clean wasn’t the scary part.
The real issue was the unnecessary complications that might arise.
Like:
"You and Sister Wei are that close? She’s letting you clean her room?"
"The new girl moving in doesn’t mind you helping her unpack?"
And so on—those kinds of headaches were bound to pop up.
Xia Yiwei lived on the first floor, quite far from the Shuang Chi sisters’ rooms.
As long as Lin Yu didn’t make a big deal out of helping, he probably wouldn’t be noticed.
"Fine, alright."
"Call me when you start cleaning. I’ll come help."
Lin Yu agreed.
Then, Xia Yiwei continued over the phone:
"No need to wait for me, though. You can go in first."
"The key’s under the doormat outside my door."
"Could you start by packing up my clothes?"
"There are some on the sofa in the bedroom, a few on the chair by the closet, and maybe some on the bed too."
"Just toss them all into the closet for me!"
"Please, please~ My amazing little shifu!"
Lin Yu: "……"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
