4:30 in the afternoon.
Inside the apartment.
On the third floor, Room 301—Mo Shangying’s room.
The curtains, which hadn’t been drawn open for days, were surprisingly pulled aside today.
Mo Shangying held a hairdryer, drying her damp hair.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She adjusted her outfit once more—a pink A-line skirt adorned with small floral patterns.
Her top was a white, puffy short-sleeved blouse, making her look even cuter and more charming.
The high, tightly cinched waist accentuated the flowing skirt below.
While flattering her legs, it also made Mo Shangying appear slimmer and more poised.
This outfit was completely different from her usual gloomy style.
Originally,
when she first planned for this day,
Mo Shangying had no intention of tidying up carefully.
She had planned to throw on some pajamas casually—or maybe not even bother with pajamas—and just wait inside for Lin Yu to come to her like a trapped prey.
After all, the final outcome of the situation would be the same once all external distractions were removed.
So why not just do that from the start?
However,
in the past few days, while holed up in her room reviewing materials,
Mo Shangying changed her mind.
“Unleashing the dragon” and “breaking armor with bare hands” were part of the battle itself.
Skipping these steps from the beginning might be easier, but it would also lose a layer of enjoyment.
As someone who wanted to experience all the fun firsthand,
Mo Shangying was meticulous in her preparations.
She even chose a skirt made from the softest fabric, an A-line style that would easily flutter up.
She had just messaged Lin Yu; he said he’d be back before dinner.
Now that she was fully ready, the agreed time was almost upon her.
She took out her phone again and sent Lin Yu a message.
“Mo Shangying: Little Yu, where are you? When will you be back? Your queen is already ready to summon you!”
……
At the same time,
Lin Yu was alone in a taxi, heading toward the apartment.
After resolving a minor crisis at Mao Ruirui’s pet shop,
he politely declined Ruirui’s invitation to treat them to dinner.
Then,
he brought Shen Buyao back to the flower shop.
The communication between Chen Qimeng and Huang Feirong went smoothly, as expected.
For Huang Feirong,
as long as she wasn’t stuck with her mother, anywhere was paradise.
Besides,
this place was a dreamland equipped with computers where she could play games anytime!
Lin Yu’s main purpose in returning to the flower shop was to drop Shen Buyao off so he could find an excuse to leave.
Shen Buyao hadn’t just rarely eaten good food—she basically hadn’t eaten much at all.
She was unusually happy and content about going out for a walk and then coming back.
Most likely,
in her heart, she treated this outing as their “first date.”
The feeling of pretending to be innocent and genuinely being innocent were completely different.
Before much had been invested, Shen Buyao was already immersed in the sweet and sour taste of romance.
Even Lin Yu, a “deeply loving” scoundrel, felt a bit embarrassed.
So,
before leaving, he privately made a plan with Shen Buyao.
They would go to the city center together sometime on Sunday.
Thursday’s schedule was already booked with Ying’er.
Friday, he planned to attend a movie screening with his little girlfriend, hoping she would reveal herself.
Saturday was also booked—he had invited Little Fufu, aiming to complete the task of becoming spiritual cultivation partners.
These days, getting a date with Lin Yu wasn’t as easy as it used to be.
He had truly become a busy man.
Whatever he wanted to do now required booking in advance—lining up for a spot!
As for Lin Yu himself, he was completely enjoying every bit of it.
That evening, in the apartment.
There weren’t many people home, and on the entire third floor, it was just Lin Yu and Mo Shangying.
Such a rare, godsend opportunity didn’t come around often.
Staring at the new message Mo Shangying had just sent on his phone,
Lin Yu felt even more determined to teach her a lesson.
She had even pulled out the “Your Majesty” title.
An old, painful memory began to stir again.
Lately, he had gradually gotten used to being called “Master.”
Thinking it over carefully,
Which title should he use this time…
They all seemed to have their own charm!
Completely different feelings.
Lin Yu picked up his phone and started typing his reply:
“Lin Yu: Go ahead and call me whatever you want. The louder you bark now, the worse it’ll be for you later!”
“Ding dong!”
Just seconds after sending, the message was quickly answered.
“Mo Shangying: Don’t get too confident. I don’t have such high expectations for a twenty-year-old guy. Just perform normally.”
“Mo Shangying: It’s okay if you’re average.”
Lin Yu stared at his phone: “???“
Average?
What average?
Who’s average!
Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm himself and said to the driver,
“Driver, please drive a little faster, I’m running a bit late.”
…
The more anxious he felt inside, the more he reminded himself to pay attention to the little details when dealing with the opposite sex.
After returning, Lin Yu didn’t just barge into Shangying’s room.
He didn’t want to act like an uncultured monkey, jumping around all over her.
Since this was their first date,
The atmosphere and how it unfolded mattered especially.
Who would want to look back years later,
Happy and eagerly waiting at home,
Only to have a wild monkey from Emei Mountain suddenly burst in and disrupt everything…
And this kind of thing—
Never assume only the guy is the one anticipating.
Who’s teasing whom was still up in the air.
Lin Yu sent a message to Mo Shangying, then went back to his room to take a shower and freshen up.
When he reached the third floor,
He deliberately knocked three times on her door, letting her know he was ready.
At any moment, he could finish washing and push open her door.
That way,
Who was calling whom became a playful question.
Inside the room,
Mo Shangying looked at her phone with a pout, muttering to herself,
“Just sending a message and you already know? And you even came to knock.”
“Hmph, Lin Yu is doing this on purpose!”
“So, how long are you going to take in the shower…”
The quiet environment was so peaceful,
Her little mutterings naturally didn’t escape Lin Yu’s ears.
Feeling smug, he returned to his room and started his shower.
At the same time,
He took out a bottle of [Hundred Flowers Nectar] from the system.
A high-proof liquor!
Drinking nothing but alcohol wasn’t a great feeling.
Even if it was a divine liquor refreshed by the system,
Drinking it alone without any atmosphere still felt fiery and harsh.
No choice.
He had to blame it on this afternoon’s continuous provocations from Shangying, which had thoroughly ignited his competitive spirit.
To unleash the ultimate power of the secret technique "Drunken Flower Chant: In the boudoir’s lotus canopy, fierce wine reveals the dragon and tiger’s might."
This bottle of wine must be drunk!
With the "Hundred Flowers Condensed Dew" combined with the "Drunken Flower Chant," it was already potent enough.
But since this was to be the perfect first battle,
Lin Yu took out the "Red Canopy Dragon-Tiger Pill" he had drawn this morning and popped it into his mouth.
Determined to make the traitors of the Celestial Mechanism Pavilion pay—one wave after another, relentless!
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