Seeing Ye Mengfu nod, Lin Yu couldn't help but feel his heart flutter.
So it really was her!
Just this morning, he'd been wondering which elusive fairy in the apartment had been playing hide-and-seek with him under his very nose.
By noon, he'd already caught this fleeing little rabbit.
The whole thing went almost too smoothly!
Observing Ye Mengfu's slender legs nervously pressed together, then recalling how they'd called each other "hubby" and "wifey" online...
Tsk tsk.
What an oddly satisfying feeling.
Now that Ye Mengfu had admitted it, things would be much easier.
Her online "husband" was about to exercise his rights in the real world—thoroughly!
Sneaking around right under my nose? Turning tail to run? Giving me the cold shoulder? Hmph...
Lin Yu wasn't in any hurry. He took his time admiring the little artist's fragrant boudoir.
How to describe the decor style of Ye Mengfu's room?
It was like a rainbow had exploded across the walls!
Strings of unevenly hung lines displayed sketches of every imaginable style—
Elegant classical ladies, oil-painted windmills, cartoon girls, sunlit studies...
Ye Mengfu's artistic range was impressively eclectic. Clearly, she wasn't just some children's book illustrator.
The only drawing remotely related to children's books was the Q-style bunny on her easel, holding up a "HELP" sign that perfectly mirrored Ye Mengfu's current predicament.
Lin Yu circled the easel and strolled toward the bed.
Spotting this, Ye Mengfu panicked, scrambling to maintain distance between them.
Lin Yu chuckled:
"The room's tiny. Where exactly do you think you can run?"
Biting her finger anxiously, Ye Mengfu could only watch as Lin Yu settled onto her bed.
She chose to stand by the window instead—
Where the breeze could offer some comfort.
More importantly, it kept her farther from Lin Yu.
Ye Mengfu had no idea what Lin Yu actually wanted.
An unfamiliar man invading her private space? She'd never experienced this before, let alone knew how to handle it.
Lin Yu lounged lazily against the soft mattress:
"Xiao Fu, now that I've found you out, you've got nothing to say?"
Their mismatched wavelengths made Ye Mengfu unbearably anxious.
What was she supposed to say now?
Words weren't her strong suit!
After nearly biting through her finger, she finally grabbed a small blank sketchboard from her desk.
The pencil scratched rapidly across the surface.
Soon, a simple Q-style rabbit appeared on the page, bowing deeply with a sign reading "SORRY."
Communicating via sketchpad?
This was a first for Lin Yu.
Were socially awkward girls always this adorable?
He feigned dissatisfaction:
"Something this big, and all I get is a sorry?"
Ye Mengfu flipped to a fresh page and drew again.
Moments later—
A teary-eyed, pitiful bunny appeared, this time with a thought bubble containing "PLEASE LET ME GO."
Unfortunately.
The socially anxious artist understood nothing about the male psyche.
Pleading like this would only fuel his mischief.
Lin Yu pretended to consider it:
"Let you go? Well... maybe..."
Ye Mengfu peeked up hopefully—was he finally ending this interrogation?
Yet.
The moment she looked up, she saw Lin Yu patting the space beside him.
"Do I look like a monster? Why sit so far away?"
"Come here. If you behave, I might go easy on you."
Let her go? Not a chance.
He wasn't about to let an online romance die upon meeting.
"Dreaming in Rain" (his nickname for her online) had flirted with him for ages.
She'd dropped plenty of suggestive remarks—shifting gears all the way to sixth, revving the engine till it roared.
Now in person, she wouldn't even engage first gear?
Even if Ye Mengfu wanted to bail, she'd have to ask if Lin Yu agreed first.
Hearing his words, timid Ye Mengfu's heart raced like it had actually hit sixth gear.
Though every fiber of her being screamed in protest, she couldn't voice a refusal.
"Thud... thud..."
Lin Yu emphatically patted the mattress again.
Ye Mengfu trembled like a leaf.
In the end, her timid nature won out. She inched toward the bed.
What she'd always considered her "safe space" now felt like a goblin's den.
Every step weighed heavily.
When she reached the bedside, Lin Yu shifted slightly to sit upright.
The sudden movement startled Ye Mengfu so badly she scrambled to the wall-side edge, pressing her back against it.
Still feeling unsafe, she yanked a small blanket over herself, cocooning completely.
Only then did she realize—
Lin Yu had merely adjusted his posture.
Ye Mengfu pouted silently:
...Did I overreact again?
Will he get angrier now?
Truth was.
Ye Mengfu understood nothing about men.
Her defensive maneuvers didn't protect her—
They only made her situation more perilous.
A textbook demonstration of "100 Ways to Excite a Troublemaker."
However.
Lin Yu wasn't actually a troublemaker who'd harm her...
He'd just make his "online girlfriend" come to him willingly!
In a commanding tone, he said:
"Apologizing while armored up and begging for mercy? You're the first. Take off the hood."
Ye Mengfu considered this.
Well... he had a point?
She'd eavesdropped first, then acted guilty. Though accidental, Lin Yu hadn't actually crossed any lines.
If anything, her overreaction seemed like a poor apology.
After much internal debate, she slowly pulled down her hood.
Fluffy yet neat short hair tumbled out, topped by an especially noticeable cowlick—
Probably slept on it wrong last night, given how stubbornly it stuck up.
Seeing her obedience, Lin Yu issued his next command:
"Call me hubby."
Ye Mengfu's eyes widened comically, her bright pupils radiating shock and confusion.
???
Had she heard wrong?
Call him... hubby?!
That wasn't something you just said casually!
In Ye Mengfu's worldview, only married women called their spouses that!
Besides.
Lin Yu had just come from her best friend Ying'er's room after... doing...
that!
Ying'er wasn't just her only friend in the apartment—
She was her sole close friend in life.
How could she do this?
So scary.
This man was truly terrifying!
Her instincts had been right—she should've run.
Yet here she was, trapped with Lin Yu forcing his way in...
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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