Her heart was already filled with guilt.
Hearing Lin Yu’s question,
Tang Yimian immediately replied:
"O-of course it was helpful! Extremely helpful!"
"I’m actually also a first…"
Mid-sentence, Tang Yimian’s words trailed off.
She wanted to tell Lin Yu that it was also her first kiss.
But then she remembered
how troubled Lin Yu had seemed about it earlier.
Saying it now would feel like she was trying to level the playing field between them.
Behind every "apologetic personality"
lies a heart that treads carefully.
As the one who had received the "favor," expressing gratitude and apologies were both her duty.
"It was my first time experiencing such an immersive method too."
"I got a little nervous toward the end, so I couldn’t say it in time."
"But now I truly understand the psychology of the characters in my novel!"
"Thanks to you, Junior Lin Yu!"
"I wanted to apologize, but even more… I wanted to thank you…"
What a wonderful senior she was.
Never one to get angry—only flustered.
Lin Yu picked up where she left off:
"That’s great! I’m really happy my method helped you, Senior."
"Maybe since it was our first try today, we were a little reserved…"
"Next time!"
"I promise next time, I’ll do even better and help you completely overcome this hurdle!"
Tang Yimian: "!!!"
Hearing this,
Tang Yimian’s entire body went weak, her fingertips tingling.
Junior Lin Yu was… just holding back earlier?
If he was already this "immersive" while holding back,
what would it be like if he let go?
Of course,
someone like Tang Yimian would never refuse him at a moment like this.
She couldn’t even say no to her bosses and coworkers about work matters,
let alone
to a junior who had helped her.
"Okay… If it doesn’t take up too much of your time, I’d love to master this writing skill as soon as possible."
"Junior Lin Yu, I’ve already taken up so much of your time… I should go back and sort through my thoughts now."
With that,
Tang Yimian hurried to the chair to retrieve the shoes she had kicked off.
Lin Yu didn’t stop her.
Completing the "Soul Cultivation Bonding" mission today was probably impossible.
But
with today’s groundwork laid, it was like holding an "Imperial Sword"—
next time, small gestures like kissing and hugging could be smoothly justified.
As Tang Yimian gathered her things and reached the door,
she didn’t forget to thank Lin Yu one more time.
Only after leaving his room and reaching the stairwell
did she wobble to a stop, leaning heavily against the wall, her breathing uneven.
Thank goodness.
At least she hadn’t shown her nervousness and panic in front of Junior Lin Yu.
Her fingers twisted together restlessly.
Remembering the scene—the lingering intimacy—
Tang Yimian pinched her own cheek.
"Ouch…"
Not a dream.
She had actually done… that with her junior housemate in his room!
Heavens, what had she been thinking at the time?
…
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—lingering on the room’s ambiguous atmosphere, the "Transmission Hall" stirs with inexplicable emotions!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu chuckled, lying on his bed as he pictured his senior’s forced composure and flustered escape.
After resting for a while,
he took out his phone and sent a message to tomorrow’s date, his sweetheart, Xiao Fufu.
「Lin Yu: Xiao Fufu, what are you up to? Do you remember what tomorrow is?」
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—proactive care and affection fill your Dao Companion’s heart with sweetness!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Another wonderful girl.
Just one message from him, and her heart responded with sweetness.
Soon,
Ye Mengfu’s reply came through.
「Ye Mengfu: Watching a drama.」
「Ye Mengfu: Tomorrow is the day we go out together.」
Even their date had to be phrased so indirectly.
Lin Yu teased further.
「Lin Yu: At least you haven’t forgotten. What drama? It Started with a Kiss?」
[Ding!]
[Masterful move—the telepathy between Dao Companions is both magical and delightful!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Lin Yu grinned even wider.
Xiao Fufu’s thoughts were so easy to guess.
…
Meanwhile,
in Ye Mengfu’s bedroom.
Her tablet lay on the bed, paused on the exact drama Lin Yu had mentioned—It Started with a Kiss.
Holding her phone, she glanced at the screen and smiled faintly.
The reason she and Lin Yu had gotten together
was because of this indescribable tacit understanding between them…
Ye Mengfu typed, deleted, and retyped her reply several times before finally sending it.
「Ye Mengfu: (A cute animal sticker with the word "Amazing!")」
「Ye Mengfu: How did you guess? That’s unbelievable.」
After sending it, she immediately regretted it.
"Unbelievable" didn’t convey her feelings at all.
She should’ve chosen a better word.
Ding.
Lin Yu’s reply arrived quickly.
「Lin Yu: Shouldn’t I get a reward for guessing right?」
「Lin Yu: (Kiss) (Kiss) (Kiss) (Kiss)…」
Ye Mengfu burst into laughter, giggling for a long time.
After exchanging a few more messages,
Lin Yu sent one that instantly made her tense up.
「Lin Yu: I’ve picked our date spot for tomorrow. Don’t forget to bring your ID.」
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
A date location that required ID…
She had a pretty good guess what that meant.
Curling her knees to her chest, she buried half her face against them.
Slowly, she typed back.
「Ye Mengfu: Okay, I’ll remember.」
After sending it, she touched her cheeks—they felt warm.
Then,
a few images popped up.
「Lin Yu: (Picture of two tickets: Jimmy’s Fairytale World – Comic Exhibition)」
「Lin Yu: These tickets were so hard to get. The VIP Starry Sky Pavilion requires real-name registration.」
「Lin Yu: Send me your ID number again.」
Jimmy… comic exhibition?!
So the ID was for this event? She’d completely misunderstood his intentions…
A comic exhibition!
And not just any—it was for Jimmy, one of her favorite illustrators.
She’d tried to get tickets three times this past week, failing every time.
Yet she’d never even mentioned it to Lin Yu.
Not only had he gotten tickets—he’d gotten two!
Was this… the tacit understanding of soulmates?
…
(Bonus chapter delivered! Thank you all for your support—keep the love coming!)
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