If there were a vote for the most suitable wife for domestic life within the apartment,
Little Fufu and Aunt Qimeng would undoubtedly rank as the top-tier candidates, far surpassing the other girls.
Lin Yu sat on a chair in the room,
watching Little Fufu’s patient figure as she meticulously made the bed, feeling a deep sense of contentment.
In his hands, he held something Little Fufu had taken out from her bag—something he couldn’t bear to unwrap just yet.
It was a "special gift" she had prepared specifically for him, or rather, for him on this particular day.
Ten carefully preserved paintings, sealed in plastic and film.
The first was the award-winning drawing from her kindergarten days…
The second, her entry for a children’s painting competition…
The third, her winning piece from an elementary school kaleidoscope art contest…
……
……
The tenth, her recently published award-winning illustration in the Mass Online News.
Ten paintings.
A testament to her youth, a record of her journey.
What she gave him wasn’t just a collection of artworks—
it was the chronicle of her growth as an artist.
To put it in clichéd terms:
This was the path she had walked to reach him.
Holding this heartfelt gift, Lin Yu understood Ye Mengfu’s emotions at that moment.
The weight of this present was immense.
He wondered what he could possibly give in return that would match its beauty.
Before long,
Ye Mengfu finished arranging the bed and stood hesitantly by the bedside, holding her pajamas.
She remembered Lin Yu’s habits all too well.
Since she hadn’t changed into her sleepwear yet, it was best not to sit on the freshly laid sheets—especially after spending so much time outside.
Outer clothes inevitably carried dust and bacteria.
Seeing Ye Mengfu’s shy yet considerate demeanor,
Lin Yu turned his back to her and said,
"Little Fufu, I won’t peek. You can change here."
"I just checked the bathroom—there’s no good place to hang clothes either."
Ye Mengfu glanced sideways,
and her eyes met Lin Yu’s reflection in the mirror.
Ye Mengfu: "……"
Lin Yu had indeed turned around,
but the mirror in front of him happened to be positioned just right.
Lin Yu chuckled, then quickly covered his eyes with his hands:
"Why is the mirror placed like this?"
"Okay, now I really can’t see anything."
Looking at his reflection—his fingers slightly parted in a half-hearted attempt to block his view—
Ye Mengfu’s cheeks burned, though she couldn’t help but smile faintly.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Perfectly timed flirtation leaves your sweetheart flustered!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
"Can I… go over there to change instead?"
Ye Mengfu pointed to the other side of the bed, waiting for Lin Yu’s approval.
Clever Little Fufu!
Moving to the opposite side would indeed keep her out of the mirror’s view—
at least from Lin Yu’s current angle.
But asking for permission to change clothes…
She still cared about his feelings.
Who could possibly refuse such a softly spoken request from Little Fufu?
"Better not. Otherwise, I really won’t be able to see anything at all…"
Lin Yu could!
Ye Mengfu’s petite frame trembled, her cheeks practically on fire.
She glanced at the mirror, then at her pajamas.
Back at the mirror, then back at her pajamas.
Finally,
she obediently turned around and swiftly pulled off her hooded sweatshirt.
Grabbing her nightgown, she hurriedly slipped it on—
but in her haste, one arm accidentally poked through the neck hole first.
Her slender, fair arm emerged completely, dangling awkwardly for a moment.
Realizing her mistake, she sheepishly retreated and tried again.
She had hoped speed would save her dignity, but instead, speed betrayed her.
After tugging the nightgown into place,
Ye Mengfu hesitated before removing her shorts, stealing another glance at the mirror.
Lin Yu’s reflection gazed back with eyes that "seemed" utterly pure,
his relaxed smile unchanged, as if nothing had happened.
Just as Ye Mengfu was about to continue,
Lin Yu’s voice floated over:
"Little Fufu, going for a full white theme today, huh?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
She knew exactly why he asked.
She only ever wore white or pink.
But since she didn’t know what colors Lin Yu preferred—and had never asked him directly—
she had wisely searched online before their date:
"Do boys prefer white or pink?"
The answers she found were…
utterly scandalous!!
At the time, Ye Mengfu had questioned whether her search terms were at fault.
Amid the sea of indecent replies, she managed to pick out a few keywords:
White: Pure, sacred, innocent, clean, fresh, defilement…
Pink: Naïve, childish, inexperienced, creepy uncles…
She could distinguish the well-intentioned from the vulgar.
So, she had leaned toward white for her outfit.
Another rustling sound followed.
Lin Yu marveled at his own restraint.
Through the mirror, he watched as the hem of her shorts slid down her ankles.
The contrast between the white fabric and her fair skin was visually arresting.
Yet he didn’t immediately pounce and claim his prize.
Absolutely a one-in-a-million master of self-control!
"I... I've changed," Ye Mengfu murmured, sitting at the edge of the bed as she reminded Lin Yu, then quickly burrowed under the covers.
Halfway in, she paused, realizing something felt off.
From the moment Lin Yu suggested finding a place to rest until now...
He had only ever mentioned resting for a while before heading home later.
He never brought up any... "other requests."
If she acted like she tacitly understood, would that make him overthink things again?
The more Ye Mengfu dwelled on it, the more uneasy she felt.
So, decisively, she slipped out of bed, put on the disposable slippers, and simply sat back down.
That small movement perfectly conveyed the turmoil in her heart.
Lin Yu stood up, pretending to hesitate before saying,
"Little Fufu, there's something I didn’t mention earlier... Actually..."
"I was in such a hurry when I left today that I forgot to bring my pajamas."
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Forgot his pajamas?
So he has nothing to wear?!
This... this...
She had no idea how to respond to that!
"If you don’t mind, then I’ll just..."
"Of course!"
"But if you’re uncomfortable with it, I can just sit in the chair while you rest on the bed."
"I’d never force you to accept anything. Between couples, everything has to be... mutual!"
Lin Yu spoke firmly, shouldering all the awkwardness himself.
Ye Mengfu clutched the edge of the blanket nervously.
How could she just watch him struggle like this?
With a swift motion, she ducked under the covers and whispered,
"I’ll... I’ll close my eyes first."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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!
