In Lin Yu’s small study.
There was a separate sink area.
He took out all the fruits he had bought over the past two days.
Washing a little of each variety would take quite some time.
After Lin Yu finished portioning them out.
Ye Mengfu rushed forward and said,
“I—I’ll do it…”
Lin Yu: “Just relax and keep me company, that’s enough.”
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—your warm gesture makes your partner feel deeply cared for!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Ye Mengfu quickly shook her head, insisting as she took the washing basin:
“Let… let me wash them.”
“Every time… it’s in your room.”
Though her words were fragmented, Lin Yu understood what she meant.
Twice in a row, they had watched soccer matches in his room.
She felt she was already imposing.
If even the fruits they were all going to eat had to be washed by Lin Yu,
her conscience wouldn’t allow it.
Lin Yu didn’t argue further, letting Xiao Fufu (Ye Mengfu) take her place in front of the sink.
Unfortunately,
there was no apron in Lin Yu’s room.
If he could have dressed Xiao Fufu in one, it would have truly completed the image of a homemaker.
Standing beside her, Lin Yu teased playfully:
“Xiao Fufu, what did you do today?”
Ye Mengfu replied softly:
“In the morning… I painted.”
“In the afternoon, I went to… the art exhibition at the gallery.”
The atmosphere gradually relaxed.
The number of words Xiao Fufu could string together also increased bit by bit.
Lin Yu: “What else?”
Ye Mengfu: “Mmm… ate… ate rice noodles.”
Lin Yu: “And?”
Ye Mengfu: “Took… took the bus.”
Lin Yu: “Anything else?”
Ye Mengfu shook her head: “……”
Lin Yu feigned disappointment:
“Ah, nothing related to me…”
“So I was the only one thinking about you all day?”
Ye Mengfu: “!!!”
This sudden declaration left Xiao Fufu utterly flustered.
“N-no, that’s not…”
She stammered instinctively, scrambling for an explanation.
Though she had done many things today,
no matter what, Lin Yu’s figure kept appearing in her thoughts.
Her downfall was her shyness—she couldn’t bring herself to say it out loud.
Now,
seeing Lin Yu’s exaggerated distress, Xiao Fufu grew anxious and guilty.
“No? Then what?”
“Everything you just mentioned had nothing to do with me, right?”
Lin Yu pressed on, pretending ignorance.
Ye Mengfu’s heartbeat quickened, her eyes avoiding his:
“I… I also…”
Her voice dropped to a near-whisper.
Lin Yu leaned closer, furrowing his brows:
“Xiao Fufu, you’re speaking too softly.”
“What did you say? I didn’t catch it.”
Ye Mengfu clenched her damp hands.
Then, enunciating each word clearly, she said:
“I… also… missed… you…”
Lin Yu grinned triumphantly, continuing to stir the pot:
“Really? But you didn’t say it earlier.”
“They say when people lie, their heartbeat speeds up.”
“Let me check if yours is racing.”
Ye Mengfu: “!!!”
Though his words made her pulse spike again,
Xiao Fufu didn’t shy away or feel afraid.
In her mind,
Lin Yu was now her boyfriend.
Between a couple…
wasn’t some intimate contact normal?
In comics, didn’t they hold hands, hug, and… even more?
Lin Yu: “???”
Seeing Xiao Fufu’s flushed face, looking utterly defenseless,
filled Lin Yu with tender affection.
He could tell this wasn’t fear—it was silent permission.
Yet,
this realization made him pause.
Something so sweet and intimate shouldn’t happen in such a casual setting.
Otherwise,
it would feel like a disservice to Xiao Fufu’s sincerity.
“Mwah!”
Lin Yu leaned in,
planting a quick peck on Xiao Fufu’s burning cheek:
“I believe you wouldn’t lie to me, so here’s a little kiss as a reward.”
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—conveying affection deepens your partner’s devotion!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
Ye Mengfu pressed her lips together, her face growing even hotter.
A reward kiss…
Hearing Lin Yu’s words,
Xiao Fufu momentarily lost the ability to respond:
“Th-thank… no, can’t thank… I… mhm!”
After a brief linguistic meltdown, all she managed was a soft “Mhm.”
Lin Yu burst out laughing.
He turned and opened a cabinet beneath the bookshelf,
pulling out a small box filled with mini tubes of watercolor paints.
“When we painted in your room last time, I noticed your supplies were running low.”
“Passing by the art store on Commercial Street, I saw they were on sale!”
“I bought a tube of every shade in the 24-color set.”
“This should last you a while.”
Ye Mengfu was so stunned she dropped the apple in her hand straight into the sink.
Just tonight, she had been thinking
about making a trip to the art store tomorrow to restock her paints.
Yet here was Lin Yu,
somehow anticipating her needs and delivering them right to her.
Beyond his attentiveness and thoughtfulness,
wasn’t this a kind of unspoken harmony between them?
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily quest “Purchase Spirit Pigments” completed! Reward: 50 sect contribution points, 50 spirit stones!]
“This brand… is expensive, the money…”
Ye Mengfu stared at Lin Yu, torn over how to react.
Refuse the gift?
That would surely upset him.
But this wasn’t as cheap as sketch paper.
Accepting it without a second thought?
That didn’t feel right either.
Offering to pay him back?
That seemed even worse.
So, Xiao Fufu found herself at a complete loss.
“Xiao Fufu, what’s going through that little head of yours?”
“You’re not thinking of paying me for this gift, are you?”
“Couples naturally have shared expenses sometimes.”
“I’m not some overbearing macho type, but if your first reaction to a slightly valuable gift is hesitation…”
Ye Mengfu’s eyes flickered: “!!!”
Then,
she immediately took the small box from Lin Yu’s hands, cradling it carefully.
She was a sharp girl.
She quickly grasped what Lin Yu was implying.
If her first response to a gift wasn’t joy but overthinking,
wouldn’t that hurt the giver’s feelings?
At this moment,
Ye Mengfu inwardly scolded herself.
How could she be so dense?
She should have accepted it happily right away instead of voicing unnecessary doubts.
Lin Yu had said they shouldn’t say “thank you” between them.
After a pause, Ye Mengfu murmured:
“I… I’ll use them well…”
Lin Yu patted her head:
“First gift after getting together, and you hesitated?”
“Then as punishment…”
“Call me ‘hubby.’”
...
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