Forget to Stop the Sentence, Switch to Another Line of Thought

Tang Yimian: "This... this thing... is most longing..."

A simple final line.

Yet it drained the last of Tang Yimian's remaining strength.

Elder Lin's forceful intrusion left her utterly unprepared.

So this...

Was this what Elder Lin meant by "reading aloud"?

What a terrifying... method!

After reciting it once, combined with Elder Lin's actions,

Tang Yimian felt she could never look at this poem about longing the same way again.

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host! Your intimate relationship with the Elder of the Transmission Hall has progressed further, reaching the sixth realm—"Hearts Aflame"!]

[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]

[Ding!]

[Congratulations, Host, for completing the "Soul Cultivation Bonding (Words Carrying the Dao)" trial mission, successfully binding a Soul Cultivation Dao Companion!]

[Reward: 100 sect contribution points, 200 spirit stones.]

[Dao Companion's Sect Identity: Elder of the Transmission Hall]

[...]

[Friendly Reminder: As Dao Companion count increases, new prize categories have been added to the lottery pool.]

Finally!

Under Lin Yu's relentless assault, the Soul Cultivation trial mission was completed.

She and her junior had officially entered the stage of being Soul Cultivation Dao Companions.

Indeed.

Sometimes brute force isn't the act of a fool—it depends entirely on the target.

And now...

Lin Yu: "..."

He was reluctant to withdraw his hands just yet.

Especially seeing Tang Yimian's submissive posture and her unresisting compliance!

At this moment,

Tang Yimian's heart was also plunged into deep doubt.

Was what Lin Yu—her junior—was doing now crossing the line of instructional guidance?

Last night, they had shared their first kiss.

And today, it had escalated to this.

How was she supposed to face him afterward?

Why hadn't she resisted earlier?

If she had put up a fiercer struggle, surely Lin Yu would have stopped, right?

So... this outcome couldn't be blamed on him—it was her own silent permission!

What should she do now?

Should she speak up and call for a halt?

Even if she couldn't remember the exact "stop phrase," surely a firm request would suffice?

But if she did, would Lin Yu take it as ingratitude—as if she were rejecting his sincere efforts to teach her?

Ah! This was agony!

Tang Yimian's inner turmoil raged on as time slipped away.

Lin Yu's movements grew increasingly bold,

leaving her more and more powerless to resist, her body growing weaker by the second.

Even bracing against the desk—something so simple—now felt impossible.

She was on the verge of sliding right off...

But just as she began to slip,

an unyielding support suddenly blocked her descent.

Tang Yimian: "!!!"

In an instant,

the strength she had lost came flooding back.

No matter how innocent she was, Tang Yimian knew exactly what was propping her up.

She desperately pressed closer to the desk, trying to put distance between herself and Lin Yu.

Tang Yimian: "Lin—"

Lin Yu: "I didn't say stop. Keep reciting."

Tang Yimian: "I—"

Lin Yu: "Continue."

Faced with Lin Yu's sharp, authoritative command,

Tang Yimian hesitated only briefly before obeying.

"Red beans grow in southern lands..."

"In spring... how many branches sprout..."

"May you... gather them... abundantly!"

"..."

Lin Yu had completely trapped her against the desk, advancing relentlessly.

Unless she climbed onto the desk itself,

there was no escape.

"I didn't say stop. Keep reciting."

Hearing Tang Yimian falter again,

Lin Yu swiftly reinforced his order.

"Red beans grow in southern lands..."

Tang Yimian's voice resumed, trembling.

At this moment,

she fully grasped just how "terrifying" the persona Lin Yu had crafted truly was.

It was as if a primal fear of "such a person" had taken root in her heart.

The only thought left in her mind:

Do as he says.

Until—

The cool breeze that should have brushed against her sleepwear

somehow, through Lin Yu's subtle maneuvering,

slid right past and touched her bare skin.

"Don't... don't do this..."

"Elder Lin!"

"I—I've learned it!"

The "stop phrase" eluded her completely.

All she knew was that if she didn't speak up now, something irreversible might happen.

Yet—

Even after her plea,

Lin Yu showed no signs of stopping.

Instead, he pressed her head down onto the book spread across the desk.

Tang Yimian: "!!!"

He wasn’t stopping?

Had she phrased it wrong? Had he misunderstood?

Or was it because she hadn’t recited the exact "stop phrase"—

meaning, in his mind, the lesson wasn’t over?

But...

That long, convoluted phrase—she truly couldn’t remember it!

In this suffocating tension,

she couldn’t even recall the simplest opening words,

let alone which lesson’s stop phrase was needed.

Now that they had entered the Soul Cultivation Dao Companion stage,

Lin Yu had no fear of Tang Yimian running away.

Nor did he intend to force their relationship into the Physical Cultivation stage prematurely.

His refusal to stop now had one purpose:

To make her deeply understand—

In this instructional game,

how crucial it was to memorize the stop phrase.

What consequences would follow if she failed.

Otherwise,

how could he weave further "lessons" into their future games?

Lin Yu nudged the inside of her foot,

forcing her stance to widen slightly.

Such a small motion,

yet its impact was devastating.

Tang Yimian was utterly terrified.

But how could her strength possibly rival Lin Yu’s?

Even in this frantic state,

her mind defaulted to self-blame—

This was her fault.

She hadn’t memorized the stop phrase.

If she had, none of this would be happening.

Her extraordinary mental gymnastics led her to another thought:

If they were still in the "lesson,"

was there another way to make Lin Yu stop?

And—astonishingly—

she actually thought of one.

Tang Yimian raised both hands above her head in surrender.

If resistance was futile, she might as well submit entirely.

Lin Yu: "???"

What was this?

A moment ago, she had been adamantly opposed.

Now... what was this posture?

Then—

Tang Yimian spoke:

"President Lin... today isn’t a good day for me... Could we... not do this today?"

Lin Yu: "!!!"

Only Tang Yimian could pull this off!

Who would’ve thought of such a solution?

...

(Second update today. Only 163 more "Power of Love" activations until the next bonus chapter. Looks like tonight might be another productive one—I’ll get back to writing. Given the recent two-day ban, I hope you’ll all show your support. Writing isn’t easy!)

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