You say yours, I'll do mine (Extra update for the Great God Certification)

After Lin Yu finished speaking,

He directly pulled Maomao toward the room she shared with Nurse Wei, completely disregarding Aunt Ruxue's reaction.

After all,

As long as Maomao’s subconscious didn’t interfere, Aunt Ruxue would simply stand there like an NPC, unmoving.

Trying to get to know a lively "Aunt Ruxue" through Maomao’s dream world

Clearly wasn’t going to work.

This served as a reminder to Lin Yu.

Any similar ideas in the future could be nipped in the bud.

Right now,

Maomao’s emotions had already shifted entirely from being caught by Aunt Ruxue to something else entirely.

The ominous "buzzing" sound signaling the collapse of the dream world had also completely vanished.

This dive into Maomao’s dream wasn’t entirely fruitless.

At the very least, they’d stumbled upon a rather intriguing discovery.

Bang!

Click… click…

Hearing Lin Yu lock the door,

Maomao nervously asked,

"Yu, leaving Aunt Ruxue alone outside… she’ll go crazy soon."

"What’s so important that you had to talk to me privately?"

Lin Yu, looking tense, replied,

"It is important! Extremely important!"

"How could you stand up and claim you’re pregnant with my child?"

Maomao’s cheeks instantly flushed red as she lowered her head and stammered,

"I was just going along with what you said…"

"In that moment, your idea seemed so… outlandish!"

"And I didn’t think too much about it…"

"Besides, Aunt Ruxue would’ve found me eventually."

"I couldn’t let her think you were lying."

Her response was disjointed, completely lacking coherence.

It was clear she was in a state of panic.

Lin Yu, however, didn’t dwell on it.

Once such words were spoken, how could they possibly be taken back?

He hadn’t dragged Maomao into the room to interrogate her, but rather…

Lin Yu cautiously placed his hands on Maomao’s shoulders and asked,

"Ah, Maomao, you’re being reckless!"

"If we go back like this, won’t Aunt Ruxue take you to the hospital for a prenatal checkup?"

"And when they find out there’s no baby in your belly, how are you going to explain it?"

"Are you going to tell her you’ve learned to lie?"

Maomao: "!!!"

This was something she hadn’t considered at all.

Lin Yu’s sudden question left her stunned.

Just moments ago, she’d impulsively stepped forward, thinking she’d done something "cool."

Now, she realized just how absurdly foolish she’d been.

How could she not have thought of such an obvious problem?

"You’re right… Yu, you’re absolutely right…"

"Wh-what do we do now?"

"If we go out and explain everything to Aunt Ruxue, is there still time?"

Maomao clutched Lin Yu’s arm anxiously, seeking even the slightest bit of reassurance.

Lin Yu coldly shot back,

"Do you think there’s still time?"

Maomao’s expression fell. "No… the lie’s already been told…"

This was exactly the reaction Lin Yu wanted.

He immediately tightened his grip on her arm and whispered,

"Don’t panic, Maomao. I have another idea—we might still be able to fix this."

Those words were like a lifeline.

Maomao’s eyes instantly lit up as she hurriedly asked,

"Yu, what is it? As long as Aunt Ruxue doesn’t find out I lied, I’ll do anything!"

Under Maomao’s stunned gaze, Lin Yu raised his arm and swiftly pulled off his T-shirt.

Maomao: "!!!"

Lin Yu pressed down on her shoulders.

"No time to waste. Desperate times call for desperate measures—we’ll just have to make a baby right now."

"Let’s hope luck’s on our side. If we’re fortunate, it’ll take just one try."

"That way, the lie we just told will never be exposed!"

Maomao: "Th-this… is this really the way??"

Lin Yu countered, "Why not? Do you have a better idea?"

Maomao: "I don’t, but…"

Lin Yu: "Do we even have time for ‘buts’? Aunt Ruxue is right outside, and I’ll need at least five minutes to finish!"

Given Maomao’s level of intelligence,

If she were given time to think and reassess the situation,

There was no telling what bizarre conclusion she might reach.

Who knows—

She might even come up with some "switching babies" scheme.

The best way to handle Maomao was to keep her from thinking at all.

Gasp!

Maomao let out a startled cry.

While she was still struggling to process everything,

Lin Yu suddenly scooped her up and carried her toward the bed.

Honestly,

Maomao was as light as a kitten.

Lin Yu was certain this wasn’t just an illusion from the dream world.

"Wait, ZerO… we…?"

"How can we do this on Wei’s bed?"

"This… this isn’t right!"

Lin Yu: "…"

So the issue wasn’t doing this together—it was doing it on Nurse Wei’s bed?

Typical of you, you little wildcat!

Lin Yu glanced around and said,

"Where else can we go? The stovetop?"

Maomao’s face burned red as she lowered her head.

But before Lin Yu could take another step, she quickly looked up again.

"Wait, no, that’s still not right, ZerO…"

"Shouldn’t this kind of thing only happen between people who like each other?"

"We…"

Lin Yu pinched Maomao’s slender waist and demanded,

"When Aunt Ruxue was about to drag me away earlier, if you didn’t like me, why did you step forward?"

"If you didn’t like me, why did you instinctively claim to be pregnant with my child?"

Maomao: "…"

Something still felt off.

But Lin Yu’s words left her with no room to argue.

Could her feelings for him really be… like that?

Was it just because she’d never been in love before that she hadn’t realized?

Now that she thought about it…

That wasn’t entirely impossible.

But romance was one thing—

Did they really have to rush into making a baby?

Was she about to become a mother?

"Yu, I still think… oh my god—"

As Maomao lay back and looked up again,

Lin Yu, with inexplicable speed, had already stripped completely bare, ready for action.

Though Aunt Ruxue had always been strict with her,

Once she’d grown up,

Maomao had watched all sorts of strange movies and TV shows to broaden her horizons.

Among them,

There were more than a few scenes similar to what was happening now.

She already had a rough idea of what was coming next.

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine

That the provocative words "ZerO" had once said to her online would one day come true.

And certainly not like this—

With Aunt Ruxue just outside, while she did something so brazen.

As her pajamas began slipping out of her control,

Maomao instinctively grew uneasy and stammered,

"Yu, I… I’m a little nervous. Can we talk first?"

But Lin Yu, well-versed in the rules of the dream world, wasn’t about to stop.

He replied smoothly,

"Sure, you talk. I’ll keep working."

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