Recently, during this period,
Lin Yu had tried all sorts of playful kisses.
But none of them
could stimulate his nerves as intensely as Xiao Fufu taking the initiative to press her lips against his.
Maintaining his composure for this long had already pushed Lin Yu's endurance to its limit.
Xiao Fufu's kiss
was like tearing off a sealing talisman.
The violet beast within Lin Yu's heart was completely unleashed!
He abruptly flipped over, firmly pinning Xiao Fufu's hands above her head.
Kisses ten, a hundred times more fervent than before landed on her neck, lips, cheeks, ears…
This sudden dominance—
No.
Rather, it was the dominance he had anticipated, finally arriving.
Ye Mengfu's heart still fluttered with the same nervousness as before.
Yet, through Lin Yu's repeated expressions of affection,
she had gradually mustered a sliver of courage to face this unease—to face these emotions.
Clumsy as she was, she didn’t know how to respond to Lin Yu.
So she chose her own way to let him feel her sincerity.
Her method was to yield to his guidance, resisting none of his… actions.
……
On the TV, the long introductory scenes of the drama came to an end.
The ending theme of The Storm Riders began playing alongside its classic montage.
A pure, moving face, graceful and fair curves—
To mask the sounds in the room,
the familiar BGM was deliberately turned up, blaring loudly:
"Don’t tell me forever, forever, forever~
Forever is too costly a vow~
I can’t hold it, can’t see it~
In the end, it vanishes with the waves~
Don’t tell me forever, forever, forever~
Forever isn’t the tomorrow I seek~
That you loved me is enough~
Even if love eventually runs aground~
Just let me stay in your heart~
..."
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have completed the "Twin Vows Trial" mission and successfully bound a cultivation partner!]
[Rewards: 200 Sect Contribution Points, 300 Spirit Stones]
[Partner’s Sect Identity: Joyous Sect Talisman Master!]
[Reminder: As the number of partners increases, new reward categories have been added to the prize pool.]
[...]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! You have completed your first dual cultivation with the Joyous Sect Talisman Master!]
[Cultivation Partner: Ye Mengfu (Joyous Sect Talisman Master)!]
[Bound by fate, perfectly matched—the Joyous Nine Cauldrons Technique has advanced to the third layer!]
[Rewards: 500 Sect Contribution Points, 2000 Spirit Stones, 1 free system shop draw.]
[Bonus Attribute Skills: Body Perception, Aesthetic Sense, Spirit Sound Purification.]
On the other side of the TV,
the nightgown and the last line of defense lay crumpled at the foot of the bed, temporarily abandoned by their owner.
The little white socks, however, remained fiercely loyal, stubbornly clinging to their mistress.
Lin Yu gently wiped away the tear streaks from Xiao Fufu’s eyes.
Having crossed the line, he didn’t continue with rough impulsiveness.
He could sense it—
from the moment he launched his "attack" to completing the Twin Vows trial—
none of it would have gone so smoothly without Xiao Fufu’s willing cooperation.
Fear and unease had lingered around her the entire time.
Yet she raised her hands when told, lifted her legs when asked.
Even the request to remove everything except the little white socks—
Xiao Fufu didn’t protest at all, obediently following Lin Yu’s lead.
With Fufu being like this,
how could Lin Yu disregard her feelings entirely?
"Does it hurt?"
Ye Mengfu’s eyes were red, but she shook her head vigorously.
She didn’t want to ruin the mood for Lin Yu by seeming fragile at a time like this.
The tears were just… hard to hold back.
But.
From this moment on, they were truly a couple, right?
Having a real-life boyfriend who understood her so well—and was so outstanding—
the sense of fulfillment and security in Ye Mengfu’s heart far outweighed the slight physical discomfort.
"Trust me, the pain won’t last long."
Lin Yu cupped her face, gazing at her tenderly.
Ye Mengfu rested her hands on Lin Yu’s shoulders and softly replied, "Mhm."
Right now,
even if Lin Yu claimed the bedsheets were red, Ye Mengfu would believe him.
When a girl is this emotionally overwhelmed, she loses all rational judgment.
She would place absolute trust and reliance on the boy before her.
Lin Yu’s emotions soared to their peak, fueled by Xiao Fufu’s gentle compliance.
Their first encounter had stemmed from a misunderstanding in her room.
Yet that very incident became the root of today’s intimacy.
At this moment,
the delicate curves hidden beneath that oversized hoodie finally belonged entirely to him.
At first—
Ice-like skin flushed with warmth, wrists bound like a captive phoenix.
Midway—
The embroidered bed became a rippling celestial pool, jade mountains toppling in the waves.
At its peak—
Silken hair coiled around fingers, swaying without wind.
The rhythm of the night rose and fell in tandem.
In the end—
Before the sweat at her temples could dry, the beauty had melted into boneless exhaustion.
……
Half an hour later.
Lin Yu: "Feeling okay? Need a break?"
Ye Mengfu: "I… I’m fine."
Lin Yu: "Then… continue?"
Ye Mengfu: "Mhm."
……
Another half hour later.
Ye Mengfu: "C-Can I… go shower first?"
Lin Yu: "Do you still have the strength?"
Ye Mengfu: "..."
Lin Yu: "Let me carry you?"
Ye Mengfu: "Huh?"
Before Xiao Fufu could refuse, Lin Yu had already scooped her up.
……
An hour later.
Lin Yu carried Ye Mengfu out of the bathroom on his back.
Clutching his shoulders, Ye Mengfu could hardly believe what had just happened.
They had gone to shower—but the water seemed to only summon more sweat, over and over.
And they’d actually… in front of the mirror…
For the first hour in the room, she hadn’t dared to glance at Lin Yu’s physique.
But in the bathroom, in her dazed state, she’d stolen a few glimpses in the reflection.
Who knew—
Lin Yu’s proportions were that sculpted!
As an art student, she knew exactly what defined perfect muscle definition.
"Xiao Fufu… back in the bathroom, were you secretly checking me out in the mirror?"
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
The sudden question made her tighten her arms around him.
Mustering her courage, she murmured:
"It… doesn’t count as secretly… right?"
Lin Yu halted mid-step: "???"
Was Xiao Fufu actually admitting it?
And even tossing back a playful retort?
Before and after crossing that threshold,
Xiao Fufu might not have realized it herself, but her attitude toward him had shifted noticeably.
"So it was brazen staring, huh? Well, I’m gonna look my fill too—can’t let you have all the fun!"
Ye Mengfu’s lips curled faintly: "..."
She knew Lin Yu was just teasing her.
Otherwise, given his earlier… performance, "looking" would be the least of it.
……
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