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...
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
