Ye Mengfu quickly averted her gaze.
Her lips parted and closed, but no sound escaped.
Lin Yu didn’t rush her.
After all, the first time he barged into Xiao Fufu’s room, it had left her with unpleasant memories.
Now, something as simple as a term of endearment might dredge up those unhappy feelings.
The bond they’d carefully nurtured—
He couldn’t foolishly crack it now.
Lin Yu: "It’s okay, we can take it slow—"
Ye Mengfu: "Husband."
No hesitation.
No stuttering.
Just a soft, effortless utterance.
If any other girl in the apartment had said it, the effect wouldn’t have been the same.
In an instant,
Lin Yu’s ego soared.
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke move! An intimate term of endearment between partners deepens your connection!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu picked up the case of watercolor paints and set it aside.
Then,
turning to Xiao Fufu, he said:
"There’s plenty of space by the sink. I’ll stay on this side."
"Let’s wash them together."
Ye Mengfu nodded like a chick pecking at rice. "Mm, okay."
...
After washing the fruit and stepping out of the study,
the bedroom was eerily quiet.
Ten minutes ago,
Ying’er had been sitting at the computer desk, lively and animated.
Now, she lay on one side of Lin Yu’s bed, tucked under a summer quilt, fast asleep.
Lin Yu, long accustomed to this, didn’t bother trying to wake her.
Instead, he gestured for Xiao Fufu to rest on the other side.
Alone, he settled at the computer to make some pre-match moves.
The betting site Ying’er had chosen earlier—
Lin Yu found it with ease.
On the surface,
Lin Yu hadn’t invested any personal funds.
Ying’er had fronted his stake—three grand, her promised daily wage—on his predicted 0-0 scoreline.
Before stealing the cat’s skills,
Lin Yu wouldn’t have known how to place bets "outside."
Now?
Child’s play.
A 0-0 scoreline in regular time only offered about 7x odds.
Betting on a straight win hovered near 2x.
A draw paid roughly 3x.
After running the numbers, betting on the exact score still seemed the smarter play.
Lin Yu’s current disposable funds: just over 3.7 million.
Sevenfold returns weren’t huge, but he went all in anyway.
The potential payout might only amount to the value of some "worldly trifle,"
but something was better than nothing—participation mattered.
Couldn’t just spend two hours watching the match, playing with legs instead of balls, right?
Once done, Lin Yu glanced toward the bed.
Ye Mengfu’s cautious demeanor was downright comical.
Last time,
Ying’er had claimed the center spot outright.
Naturally, Ye Mengfu had perched beside her.
This time,
Ying’er’s sleeping position hugged the far left edge of the bed,
leaving zero room for Ye Mengfu to even sit.
So there she was,
perched tentatively at Ying’er’s feet.
She’d assumed Lin Yu would be busy until kickoff or until Ying’er woke.
Yet,
minutes later, the monitor was already dark.
Ye Mengfu met Lin Yu’s gaze and instantly tensed: "!!!"
Wait—
were they going to bed now?
As Lin Yu approached,
Ye Mengfu whispered, "Ying’er is... still asleep. We should... just sit..."
Lin Yu: "How about we rest too? Kickoff’s still a while away."
Ye Mengfu’s heart skipped: "!!!"
Rest... together?
The bed was big,
but not big enough for three to lie without touching.
And—
were they really going to lie down?
How would that even work?
On paper, Lin Yu and Ying’er were closer.
Her own relationship with Lin Yu? Completely under wraps.
If Ye Mengfu took the middle with Lin Yu on the right,
wouldn’t that mean she was separating Lin Yu and Ying’er?
If Lin Yu took the middle...
that felt just as weird!
"Sit... sitting’s fine, right?"
Ye Mengfu ventured.
Maybe Lin Yu meant resting as in sitting back,
like last time—leaning against the headboard, scrolling on their phones.
That counted as resting... probably?
But then—
Lin Yu pressed a finger to his lips, feigning scandalized amusement:
"Shh!"
"Xiao Fufu, you’re being awfully bold and impatient."
"Ying’er’s asleep, not unconscious."
"We can’t possibly do that here."
Ye Mengfu froze for seconds:
"Do... here... Huh?!"
Then frantic mini-hand-waves:
"No no no, that’s not—"
Lin Yu: "Shh!"
The one falsely accusing you knows exactly how innocent you are.
Lin Yu understood Ye Mengfu perfectly.
This was just to fluster her—to prime her for the next move.
The "shh" worked.
Xiao Fufu clapped a hand over her mouth,
the other still waving in protest.
She just didn’t want Lin Yu thinking she was "that kind of girl."
Too bad—
Lin Yu was absolutely "that kind of guy."
Next moment—
Lin Yu scooped her up in a princess carry.
Plush against him, her free hand gripped his arm.
She even glanced back—was Ying’er waking up?
Ying’er’s state was no mystery to Lin Yu’s ears.
The breathing of sleep versus feigned sleep? Worlds apart.
Ying’er remained dead to the world,
unaware two more bodies now shared the bed.
Lin Yu smoothly claimed the center,
depositing Xiao Fufu on the right side.
Whether this arrangement made sense—
Ye Mengfu had no bandwidth left to analyze.
Her heart now pounded in her throat.
How had things spiraled like this?!
Ying’er ah Ying’er!
Why did you always clamor to watch the match, only to conk out first?
Now... now what?
"Xiao Fufu, don’t squirm."
"Just lie still and rest. Tonight’s for sleeping, nothing else."
Lin Yu’s hushed words eased her tension—a little.
Right.
Even if he’d misunderstood earlier,
he’d clearly said no... activities tonight.
Explanations could wait.
For now, she was safe.
With that,
Ye Mengfu obediently lay down.
Then—
Lin Yu’s follow-up floated to her ears:
"Good. Now, shall I turn off the lights?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Off... off the lights?!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
