With a burst of scalding steam, the temperature in the room seemed to rise several degrees.
Lin Yu stood up, his soul utterly captivated by the "scenery" before him.
Hiss!
This was a completely different sensory experience compared to young girls.
Only those with rich life experience could truly appreciate the allure of a woman like Auntie Qimeng at her age.
Her damp hair, still glistening with droplets, slowly gathered moisture before trickling down onto her shoulders.
The tightly wrapped purple bath towel had been carefully fastened.
Compared to the usual depictions in movies and TV shows, the curves it concealed were noticeably more pronounced.
Every subtle detail betrayed Auntie Qimeng’s current state of flustered panic.
Nervous?
Good.
That was exactly what Lin Yu needed to make his move.
"Auntie Qimeng, you’re done washing up? Do you need to dry your hair first?"
Lin Yu asked with feigned concern.
Chen Qimeng quickly shook her head and replied,
"No, it’ll dry on its own soon."
Her hair was long—blow-drying it would take too much time.
Right now, time was her biggest worry.
She had to finish the cupping session she’d promised Lin Yu before Rongrong returned from her outing.
Though she had little experience with it, Chen Qimeng had a rough idea of how cupping worked.
She knew that once the cups were applied, they usually stayed on for about fifteen minutes.
Any longer, and it might not only lose its therapeutic effect but could even backfire.
Auntie Qimeng’s response was exactly what Lin Yu had expected.
He glanced toward the wardrobe and said,
"Auntie Qimeng, the tools should still be in the wardrobe, right?"
"I didn’t want to go through your things myself, so I waited for you to finish."
Rummaging through her wardrobe without her knowledge would have been unwise.
Having her personally retrieve the "tools of the trade" made all the difference.
Chen Qimeng obediently walked to the wardrobe, opened it, and retrieved the cupping set from the top shelf.
Earlier, after Lin Yu had taken Rongrong out, she had already prepared it in advance.
At the very least, she didn’t want Lin Yu to think she had hidden it away, reluctant to follow through.
Lin Yu noticed every tiny shift in her behavior.
Auntie Qimeng…
She really did spoil him too much.
Or so he thought.
In the past, Chen Qimeng had indeed indulged Lin Yu without reservation.
But after the incident at the mall with the photos, her mindset had shifted—just a little.
While showering, she had turned things over in her mind and come up with a plan.
Handing the box to Lin Yu, Chen Qimeng deliberately touched her shoulder and said,
"Lin Yu, I must have lifted too many things today."
"My neck and shoulders are really sore. I’ve heard cupping can help relieve the pain."
"Today, I might need you to focus on my neck and shoulders."
"If I sit on the folding bed, close to the edge, it should be easy enough."
"Three or four cups should do the trick…"
Lin Yu smirked inwardly.
Ohhh?
He had underestimated Auntie Qimeng.
So this was her game!
By speaking up first and naming the areas that hurt, she thought she could take control and avoid awkwardness.
Sticking to just the neck and shoulders meant her towel would stay perfectly in place.
This way, she could keep her promise to Lin Yu while preventing their relationship from spiraling out of control.
What a clever auntie, finally using her brain…
Too bad for her.
She wasn’t dealing with some inexperienced college boy.
Did she really think such a flimsy trick would work on him?
How naive!
"No problem, guaranteed relief with every cup."
Chen Qimeng’s heart swelled with relief.
Thank goodness.
She had planned her words carefully.
But the next moment—
She realized… she had celebrated too soon!
"Don’t worry, Auntie Qimeng. I’ve studied massage therapy and cupping extensively."
"Neck and shoulder pain means your spine was unevenly strained during physical exertion."
"We just need to apply focused suction therapy along your shoulders, neck, and the sides of your lower spine."
"It’ll promote circulation, relieve pain, reduce swelling, and expel dampness. Let’s begin!"
Seamlessly, Lin Yu dismantled her strategy with a flood of professional jargon.
Chen Qimeng: "!!!"
She had only mentioned her neck and shoulders, thinking she could breeze through the night.
But now—
Lin Yu had dismantled her plan with a barrage of therapy terms, leaving her defenseless.
Spine?
Lower spine?!
Didn’t that mean…
Watching Auntie Qimeng’s reaction, Lin Yu fought back a laugh.
He feigned innocent confusion and asked,
"What’s wrong, Auntie Qimeng? Shouldn’t we start?"
"Or… are there other areas bothering you?"
"Thighs, calves—those work too!"
Chen Qimeng hastily waved her hands.
"No, no, nowhere else hurts."
"I-Is it really that complicated?"
"Can’t we… do it while sitting…?"
She stammered, making one last desperate attempt.
Then—
Lin Yu’s gaze slowly traveled downward from her face:
"Sitting? That won’t work."
"In a seated position, your muscles stay tense."
"There's no way to relax if you just apply suction directly—it'll have the opposite effect."
"And sitting up... won’t some spots be unreachable?"
Lin Yu's words left Chen Qimeng with no room for rebuttal.
She really hadn’t heard of such a thing before.
Who in the world gets cupping done while sitting?
With even the slightest movement, the cups would probably fall off, right?
Worst case scenario,
if sitting didn’t work, she’d have to start over lying down again.
Not only would it change nothing,
but it’d also waste a ton of time for no reason.
And time waits for no one!
Aunt Qimeng fidgeted hesitantly nearby, but Lin Yu pretended not to notice.
Once he finished speaking,
he immediately began arranging the space on the bed.
He set the pillow for her head in place ahead of time.
To prove he had no "ill intentions" or "ulterior motives," Lin Yu also placed two thin blankets
like vertical barriers on either side of the bed.
The narrow space in between was prepared for Aunt Qimeng to lie face down.
The height of the blankets was just enough to block her sides, leaving only her back exposed.
"Qimeng, even though we’ve grown... closer than before,"
"I don’t want you thinking I’d stoop to something so cheap as taking advantage of you like this."
"With these two blankets here, you can safely remove the towel."
"I promise my hands won’t wander, and I won’t disrespect you."
"In my heart, no one is allowed to disrespect you—not even me."
[Ding!]
[A masterful move—his chivalrous sincerity leaves his Dao Companion both reassured and ashamed!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Chen Qimeng stood frozen in place.
She never expected Xiao Yu to be so considerate—
or to say something so touching yet embarrassing.
Right.
The Xiao Yu she knew would never have such twisted thoughts.
He probably just picked up a new "skill" and wanted her to experience it.
Meanwhile, she was the one
looking at him through a distorted lens.
She really had gone too far.
...
(Bonus chapter delivered! More to come tomorrow—happy Children’s Day to all you forever-young readers!)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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!
