Made the Talisman Master Cry, Is Something Wrong

Ye Mengfu froze in place.

Lin Yu decided to give her another push.

With such a timid and socially anxious personality, no wonder she was reluctant to meet in person.

If things continued like this, how could their relationship ever progress?

Right now, the best way to push her forward was naturally…

"You won’t say it? Fine."

"I’ll go spread the word about what you’ve done."

"Let’s stick to the original plan—I’ll go tell Ying’er first."

One trick, but it worked every time.

Lin Yu didn’t even bother pretending to leave this time.

Ye Mengfu immediately pleaded in panic:

"Don’t…"

Lin Yu raised his right hand and began counting down:

"You’ve got five seconds. Five, four…"

The sudden countdown struck like thunderbolts, crashing mercilessly into Ye Mengfu’s heart.

What should she do?

What could she possibly do now?

Why was this happening to her?

If Ying’er found out, she’d be mortified. She’d probably never speak to her again, and then… and then…

Was she about to lose her best friend?

As Lin Yu’s countdown reached the last remaining finger—his pinky—Ye Mengfu finally gave in. Trembling, she whispered:

"H-husband."

[Ding!]

[Absolute masterstroke! The Joyous Sect’s Talisman Master actually called the host ‘husband’ of her own accord, elevating the host’s status to new heights!]

[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]

But compared to the system’s reward, the real prize was getting the shy artist to step out of her online persona and bring their flirtation into the real world.

The moment the word "husband" left her lips, Ye Mengfu’s soul seemed to flee her body.

She was done for.

Completely and utterly done for.

She’d just called her best friend’s boyfriend… "husband"!

Sure, it was a desperate compromise to protect her friendship with Ying’er.

But Ye Mengfu had a sinking feeling that Lin Yu, this "scumbag," wouldn’t let her off so easily.

Just as she feared—

Pat pat.

The sound of someone slapping their thighs echoed in the room.

Not hers, of course. Lin Yu was slapping his own thighs.

Afterward, he pointed to the empty space on his lap.

Ye Mengfu was baffled: "???"

She’d already called him "husband" like he demanded. Wasn’t he leaving now?

What kind of bizarre request was coming next?

Seeing her confusion, Lin Yu patted his legs again and said:

"What are you staring at? I’m telling you to put your legs here."

"You’re always bragging about how fair your legs are—how they’re as white as snow."

"Come here. Let me inspect them."

Ye Mengfu’s eyes welled up with tears: "!!!"

What kind of outrageous nonsense was he spouting?!

Back when she used to see Ying’er teasing Lin Yu, Ye Mengfu had even pitied him a little—thinking he was just a gentle, somewhat meek guy.

Never had she imagined…

Her perception of Lin Yu could shatter so easily.

And never in her wildest dreams did she expect…

That Lin Yu, the scumbag who’d already won over her best friend, would now set his sights on her!

She’d thought calling him "husband" would be the end of it.

But now, Lin Yu was pushing his luck, trying to get handsy.

His words even made Ye Mengfu doubt herself…

Had she really bragged about her legs being fair?

Wasn’t this just how most girls dressed in summer?

Did guys really see this as some kind of suggestive display?

Should she start wearing long pants from now on?!

Truthfully, Lin Yu wasn’t that much of a creep.

The "bragging" he mentioned was just flirty banter from their online chats.

Seeing Ye Mengfu freeze up again, Lin Yu sighed inwardly.

Did she need a push every single time to keep things moving?

Even if he wasn’t exactly a saint, he didn’t want to keep resorting to threats like "You don’t want people to find out, do you?"

It made it seem like everything was coerced.

Hadn’t he earned this "meet-up" through nights and days of chatting?

Fed up, Lin Yu boldly grabbed the thin summer blanket covering Ye Mengfu:

"Honestly, wearing a hoodie in this heat is bad enough."

"But covering yourself with a blanket too? Aren’t you boiling?"

With that, he yanked the blanket off her.

Ye Mengfu: "!!!"

The startled artist’s reaction was almost comical.

She pressed herself desperately against the wall, scrambling backward.

Maybe it was the awkward angle or the sheer panic—but somehow, she ended up… standing?

Now rigidly upright on the bed, her slender, straight legs were on full display.

Any guy who’d been single for twenty years would be lying if he said he didn’t want to admire such a view.

But Lin Yu’s situation was different.

Not only could he look—

He could even touch, all under the guise of being her "boyfriend."

"That’s more like it."

"Your shorts are so tiny—look at all these loose threads. Let me check if they’re unraveling. Hold still…"

As he spoke, Lin Yu playfully reached out, curious to see where Ye Mengfu would dodge this time.

She was already backed into a corner. Where else could she go?

Not that Lin Yu had forced her into this "dead end."

Her current predicament was entirely self-inflicted—a series of panicked missteps.

Her long, delicate legs trembled against the wall.

Frozen in place, Ye Mengfu seemed to have given up, making no move to escape.

But before Lin Yu’s hand could make contact—

A teardrop, damp and warm, fell onto Lin Yu’s hand.

"Drip… drip…"

The warmth of it stunned Lin Yu on the spot.

Oh no, oh no.

This has gone too far!

He never intended to make his "online girlfriend" cry the moment they met.

He just wanted to tease Ye Mengfu a little when he saw how socially awkward and unable to refuse she was.

But making her cry? That wasn’t part of the plan!

Lin Yu quickly withdrew his hand and stepped back from the bed, standing on the floor.

He hurriedly explained:

"Why are you crying? Hey, I was just joking."

"Did I scare you? My bad, my bad."

"Don’t cry, don’t cry. Sit down properly, I won’t tease you anymore."

Lin Yu wanted to pat Ye Mengfu’s shoulder to comfort her.

However.

Ye Mengfu was a full 1.7 meters tall, and standing on the bed, reaching up to pat her shoulder would’ve looked awkward.

So instead.

Lin Yu settled for taking her hand, gently soothing her.

Ye Mengfu felt her hand enveloped by a larger one, her sniffles trembling with grievance.

Didn’t he say he wouldn’t tease anymore?

Why was he still holding her hand?

Was he lying after all?

Ye Mengfu wanted to pull her hand back but didn’t dare.

She was afraid of angering Lin Yu, lest he go for her legs again.

Her hand… was still better than her legs.

She could only hope Lin Yu wouldn’t go too far and would stop his mischief.

As the two made contact.

Within Lin Yu’s vision, an information panel belonging to Ye Mengfu materialized.

[Ye Mengfu]

[Age: 22]

[Sect Identity: Joyous Sect Talisman Master]

[Intimacy Level with Host: 1% (First Realm, Hazy Glimpse)]

[Number of Dao Companions (Soul Cultivation/Body Cultivation): 0/0 (Special Physique, Unprotected)]

[Attribute Skills: (Host’s status too low, currently unavailable)]

[Other Information: (Host’s status too low, currently unavailable)]

[Current Mission:]

[Purchase Talisman Paper (Daily Mission): The sect’s talisman paper is running low. Urgently need to purchase more for scripture transcription (Buy drawing paper).]

Lin Yu: "!!!"

Wait a minute?

Something seems off here!