[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Reviewing cherished memories together as a couple leaves your partner flustered!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones]
All talk and no action?
Backing out after meeting in person?
Lin Yu wouldn’t stand for it!
He gently poked Chi Qingshui’s fair cheek:
"Qingshui, isn’t it time to fulfill that promise you made back then?"
Chi Qingshui buried her face even lower:
"What promise? That was just... a joke..."
"You were the one who said all those... shameless things first!"
Oh, really?
Now she dared to pin all the spicy talk on Lin Yu alone!
Lin Yu kept poking her cheek.
Chi Qingshui ducked her head further.
Poke.
Duck.
Poke.
Duck again.
The room wasn’t that big—where could she even run?
Lin Yu feigned urgency:
"Qingshui, aren’t you moving too fast? We can’t kiss there yet!"
Chi Qingshui: "???"
After a moment of processing, she realized—
With each successive duck, her position had somehow inched dangerously close to...
"I wasn’t!!"
Chi Qingshui bolted upright.
Seizing the moment, Lin Yu steadied her by the shoulders and guided her back against the pillow.
Their eyes met.
From Lin Yu’s gaze, Chi Qingshui instantly understood his next move.
Her heart raced wildly, and she instinctively tried to turn her face away—
But remembering how she’d nearly lost him today...
The overwhelming relief and newfound preciousness of having him back made resistance impossible.
Slowly, she turned her face toward him again.
Eyes downcast, she whispered:
"Just... one."
That stammered permission was all it took.
A fierce battle of "mwahs," "mmphs," and messy kisses erupted—
Far more lingering and entangled than that wartime snapshot with Lv Rou.
Every sensation they’d ever texted about?
Lin Yu made sure to cover them all.
Three minutes later...
As Chi Qingshui melted bonelessly against him, he confirmed—the ears!
Specifically, the spot behind them.
But Lin Yu wasn’t rushing.
Having identified the weak point, he didn’t press the advantage.
Scaring her now would ruin his long-term campaign plans.
He propped her up against the pillow again, smoothing her disheveled bangs.
Chi Qingshui’s eyes shimmered like she was dreaming.
Equally ruffled were her shirt and breathing—
At times, she held her breath so tightly she nearly passed out.
Near the end, she’d even felt something serpentine slithering beneath her T-shirt...
Too weak to resist—or perhaps too swept up to want to.
"Wh-what time is it? Shouldn’t we head back?"
"Hah..."
Her mind had officially entered idle mode,
slowly losing all sense of time.
Lin Yu flashed his phone screen:
"Only fifteen minutes in. Did you really think I’d let you escape so easily?"
"Let’s keep reliving our memories."
With a light tug, he pulled little Qingshui back into his arms.
She couldn’t believe it.
Fifteen minutes?
It felt like hours had passed!
[Lin Yu: Just a classmate I partnered with for the assignment. Is wifey jealous? (mwah)]
[Dreaming Rain: (close-up of legs)]
[Dreaming Rain: Hmph! So long and fair~ Not jealous at all!]
"Lin Yu: My wife is the prettiest (drooling)."
"Chen Meng Tingyu: Pfft, as if you could touch her."
"Lin Yu: You never know."
"……"
"Qingshui, gotta say, they’re really white and long."
"And the texture is great too—at first, it felt like touching ice."
"But now… why does it feel more like a warm water bottle?"
Lin Yu teased as he glanced at his petite girlfriend in his arms.
Chi Qingshui clenched her teeth, refusing to make a sound.
Afraid that if she opened her mouth, something embarrassing might slip out.
She regretted being so bold in those WeChat messages earlier.
Now, every single chat log had become Lin Yu’s "evidence" to "punish" her.
And Lin Yu—what was so great about legs anyway? Why did he have to touch them so meticulously…?
From bottom to top, over and over, stirring up a strange, indescribable sensation in her.
Lin Yu: "Next up, we’ve got the chats about your figure, huh?"
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
The conversation about her body…
That was way more intense than the previous ones!
"Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look!"
Chi Qingshui lunged frantically for Lin Yu’s phone.
But no matter how she pounced, Lin Yu always stayed one step ahead, effortlessly moving the phone out of reach.
Even when it seemed inches away, she couldn’t snatch it.
Instead, after hopping around like a frantic bunny, she lost her footing—
and tumbled toward the edge of the bed.
"Ah—!"
Of course, a fall like this was nothing for Lin Yu.
Just as Chi Qingshui’s head was about to hit the floor upside down,
Lin Yu perfectly timed it—grabbing her legs and holding her steady.
Saving her from a painful faceplant.
But with her balance gone and half her body dangling,
Chi Qingshui flailed her arms wildly, trying to brace against the floor.
Yet in this awkward position, she couldn’t reach it properly.
Instead, her soft cotton T-shirt slid further down in the struggle,
until it draped over her face.
"Wah—!"
"Lin Yu, don’t look!"
The sudden exposure of skin to air made her realize what was happening.
Lin Yu could’ve caught her faster, preventing this situation entirely.
But well…
He knew the importance of perfect timing.
The T-shirt slipping this far?
Lin Yu had subtly helped it along.
"White, huh? Qingshui, your taste is pretty traditional."
Hearing Lin Yu’s teasing, Chi Qingshui desperately grabbed the hem of her shirt, trying to pull it back up.
But the moment she made even the slightest move, Lin Yu loosened his grip just enough—
Making her panic and let go, bracing against the floor again in fear.
"Qingshui, stop squirming. How am I supposed to pull you up like this?"
Someone as reserved as little Qingshui…
Needed a little trickery to truly be tamed.
Back and forth it went.
Her shirt stayed stubbornly out of place, and Chi Qingshui finally gave up, exhausted.
She let Lin Yu’s gaze roam freely.
Even after being gently pulled back onto the bed,
she kept the shirt clutched over her face.
If she couldn’t see it, maybe the embarrassment wouldn’t feel real.
But then—
A sneaky hand crept around to her back.
With a single practiced flick—
She felt a sudden looseness in front.
Now truly, thoroughly… exposed.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
