At five o'clock in the afternoon,
Lin Yu finally stood in front of Room 301.
His hair wasn’t deliberately blow-dried but left to air-dry naturally.
Even now,
it was still evident that he had just showered.
To say he wasn’t eager or hopeful would be a lie.
However,
Lin Yu didn’t see this opportunity as the one and only "final answer."
Nor did he truly consider himself a "chosen one."
Instead,
he treated it as an unprecedented challenge—something he had never encountered before.
The challenge? Whether it would become addictive.
Knock, knock, knock…
Lin Yu lightly rapped on the door, listening for any movement inside.
With his physical conditioning and heightened hearing,
even the faintest sound from within the room was crystal clear to him.
After knocking,
Mo Shangying didn’t seem to be coming to open the door.
Instead, there was the soft sound of footsteps inside.
Meaning Ying'er was definitely in the room—but deliberately ignoring him?
Lin Yu tried turning the doorknob.
Click…
The door opened effortlessly, without any resistance.
Lin Yu: "???"
She didn’t even lock the door?!
Didn’t she worry that Little Fufu might barge in and ruin this rare opportunity?
"Ying'er? Playing games again, huh?"
"The room isn’t that big—where could you possibly hide?"
Click! Click!
The first thing Lin Yu did after entering was lock the door behind him.
Then—
Haa…
He exhaled a heated breath. The lingering effects of Baihua Ninglu and the prelude of Zui Hua Yin were already beginning to surface.
One bottle’s worth—
Even with his enhanced physique, that was pretty much his limit.
Any more, and he wouldn’t be able to perform tonight. He’d just pass out.
For an average person, even a seasoned drinker, half a bottle would be enough to knock them out.
Unfortunately,
Ying'er wasn’t much of a drinker.
Otherwise,
she could’ve helped set the mood tonight.
Before entering,
Lin Yu had even considered using an [Forbidden Zone Exploration Talisman].
But after some thought,
he decided against it.
Why rush into special editions before even experiencing the original?
That would be putting the cart before the horse.
Better to go through it once first, then think about upgrades later.
"Really hiding?"
"How childish—playing hide-and-seek at your age?"
"Ying'er, are you thinking: If I catch you, I’ll… heh heh heh?"
The moment he said it,
a faint rustling sound came from behind the curtains.
Only then did Lin Yu notice—
Ying'er had, for once, not drawn the curtains today.
The only bit of concealment left
was now trembling slightly.
Lin Yu: "..."
Her hiding skills were absolutely terrible.
Given the time, dinner was already out of the question.
If they didn’t hurry, even grabbing a late-night snack would be a stretch.
He strode to the curtains and, with swift dominance, reached inside.
In one motion, he "fished" out the hiding Ying'er, pulling her into the open.
Mo Shangying let out a startled cry: "Ah!!"
By the time she regained her senses, she was already flat on the bed.
Her wrists and ankles were effortlessly pinned by Lin Yu, who loomed over her.
"Still trying to mess with me?"
"Ying'er, did you really think hiding would make me let you go?"
Lin Yu clasped both her wrists in one hand.
With the other, he gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Mo Shangying’s face as he spoke.
Ying'er shook her head, her voice slightly hoarse but calm:
"No, I wasn’t trying to mess with you."
"When you knocked, I was actually about to open the door."
Lin Yu: "???"
Mo Shangying’s expression was stiff,
not at all like she was lying.
"Then why didn’t you? Why hide behind the curtains instead?"
Lin Yu pressed further.
Mo Shangying’s voice was quiet, almost raspy, but her tone remained steady:
"I was scared."
Lin Yu: "..."
Scared?
Wasn’t it a bit late for that now?
Besides,
she was the one who had initiated all this in the first place.
Lin Yu was just playing along!
"It felt like… back in school, when I finished Dragon Ball GT and thought that was the real ending—that sinking feeling."
"Or like losing my childhood handheld console after having it for years."
"And a bit like the first time I stayed out overnight—that restless, uneasy fear."
"But when I really think about it… none of those quite match."
"It’s hard to describe how I feel right now."
"Little Yu… Master…"
"Can you just hold me first? A proper hug…"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The look in Ying'er’s eyes struck him like a bolt.
In that instant,
Lin Yu realized what he’d overlooked.
No matter how bold her words or rebellious her attitude,
this was still Ying'er’s first time.
Everyone has many "first times" in life.
But when something carries consequences,
fear is a natural instinct.
Especially… with something like this.
What unsettled Lin Yu most was—
If this were any of the other girls in the apartment,
would he have needed someone to point this out?
Would he have even forgotten in the first place?
But with Ying'er, he’d missed it entirely.
Not Ying'er’s fault…
From the very beginning, when they’d made plans for today,
Lin Yu had subconsciously dismissed her personality,
never treating her like someone experiencing this for the first time.
Lin Yu released her wrists and pulled Mo Shangying into his arms.
Gently stroking her hair, he murmured:
"Sorry, I got carried away earlier."
"We’ve got all night… Let’s take it slow."
"Ying'er, you look amazing tonight. This outfit hits all the right notes for me."
Mo Shangying knew these words might just be comfort, not genuine praise.
But somehow,
the unease and fear inside her did ease a little.
Being held like this by Lin Yu… actually helped.
"Little Yu, thank you…"
"I think I’m ready now."
After a couple of minutes,
Mo Shangying spoke up again—this time, a clear signal.
Lin Yu cupped her face, his tone still tender:
"Ying'er… can I kiss you now?"
Mo Shangying blinked, her fingers tightening slightly on her skirt,
then nodded quietly.

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