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."
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)
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?!
