I Thought It Was a Burglar, Let’s See Who Gets Revenge

One thing Lin Yu had guessed correctly.

The friend Mo Shangying brought along to watch the game was none other than Ye Mengfu.

Hmph, these girls.

Things were starting to get interesting...

Lin Yu was pleasantly surprised to discover that even without any light source, he could still clearly see his surroundings.

The visibility and detail weren’t as sharp as during the day, but making out the general outlines of the room was no problem at all.

The effects of the [Bone-Tempering Pill] were truly remarkable.

The enemy was in the dark while he had the upper hand—this round was his to win!

Lin Yu quietly slipped out of bed, moving before Mo Shangying could even find the bedroom door.

He stepped out of the room first, silently blending into the darkness of the living room.

From Lin Yu’s perspective, he could clearly see Mo Shangying holding up her phone, inching along the wall toward the bedroom.

The meticulous little hacker had even taken off her slippers at the door, going barefoot to avoid making noise—truly a "brave and resourceful" move to carry out her grand plan of ambushing him under the covers.

Too bad for her.

She was thinking two steps ahead, but Lin Yu was already ten steps ahead.

After watching Mo Shangying enter the bedroom, Lin Yu slowly moved forward, grinning...

...straight toward Ye Mengfu by the door!

Which "soft target" to start with? Was there even a question?

Of course, the easier one first!

With Mo Shangying inside, the living room lost its only faint light source, plunging into complete darkness.

Ye Mengfu desperately wanted to pull out her phone and light up the space around her.

But she was too scared.

All she could do was lean against the doorframe, frozen in place, straining to hear any movement from inside.

Lin Yu approached quietly, barely making a sound.

But Ye Mengfu’s hyper-focused attention caught the faintest creak of the floorboards.

"Ying'er!"

Thinking Mo Shangying had returned empty-handed, Ye Mengfu immediately reached out and grabbed—

—only to clutch "Ying'er’s" arm.

In this unfamiliar, unsettling darkness, finding her companion gave her only one thought...

She needed a hug!

Without hesitation, she threw herself at "Ying'er," going in for her usual bear hug.

But this hug sent her heart leaping into her throat, freezing her in place once again.

Ye Mengfu and Mo Shangying had a significant height difference.

Normally, when Ye Mengfu "bear-hugged" Mo Shangying, she felt like the mama koala cradling her baby koala.

But this time...

She was the baby koala!

She wanted to run, but escape was impossible.

The moment she clung to him, the "papa koala" had already wrapped his arms around her in return.

One large hand naturally settled on the "baby koala’s" perky backside.

Ye Mengfu wanted desperately to push away, to spring back, to scream—

But when fear takes over, the body only trembles and goes weak.

No sound escaped her throat, trapped there alongside her pounding heart.

All that remained were ragged breaths and the thunderous rhythm of her pulse.

And then it hit her—

Who else could be in the room besides Ying'er?

Only Lin Yu!

[Ding!]

[Masterful move! A Joyous Sect talisman master has thrown herself into your arms—a giant leap forward on the Path of Joyful Union!]

[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]

This scene, this sensation under his fingertips...

It made Lin Yu want to recite poetry:

"Explain to me, what the hell does 'juicy' mean?"

"What the hell is 'juicy' supposed to mean?!"

This time, it wasn’t his fault.

Ye Mengfu was the one who lunged at him.

He was just an innocent bystander.

Lin Yu knew that if he pushed further now—

A little kissing, a little groping—Ye Mengfu would still stay locked in her silent, paralyzed state.

But here’s the thing.

If he went too far, future opportunities would vanish.

Push too hard, and she might even move out. What a loss that would be!

Every roommate was a vital talent for his "sect."

Every great enterprise’s decline begins with losing its talent.

For long-term gains, quitting while ahead and making incremental advances was the best strategy.

"Xiao Fu? Is that you?"

"Did you grab the wrong person? It’s me, Lin Yu!"

"You scared me! I thought a thief broke in!"

"Isn’t it too early for the game? Why’d you come alone?"

Lin Yu quickly switched to his most upright, gentlemanly demeanor, helping Ye Mengfu steady herself.

"I... I..."

His sudden "noble" act sent Ye Mengfu’s brain into full shutdown.

Her train of thought derailed completely.

Just moments ago, she’d been mentally preparing herself—

If Lin Yu dared grope her again, she’d scream. She had to scream.

But then...

Lin Yu suddenly let go and spun this whole explanation.

And it sounded... weirdly reasonable?

Technically, she and Mo Shangying had sneaked into his room unannounced.

(Even if it wasn’t her idea.)

And she was the one who hugged Lin Yu—he just stood there and didn’t dodge.

(Even if he copped a feel.)

So... was Lin Yu actually blameless here?

In the dark, standing this close,

Lin Yu could see Ye Mengfu’s dazed, slightly confused expression.

For him, it didn’t matter.

As long as she wasn’t crying or making a scene, all was well.

Because there was still one more little troublemaker waiting for him in the bedroom.

And when it came to Mo Shangying—

Tsk tsk, no need to hold back there...

"Xiao Fu, wait here."

"There’s still noise in my room—might really be a thief!"

"Let me investigate. Be right back!"

Without giving the stammering Ye Mengfu a chance to explain, Lin Yu strode toward the bedroom.

No way was he letting her clarify things now.

If she explained everything, where would the fun be?

Inside the room,

Mo Shangying had tiptoed to the bedside.

Her climb onto the bed was broken into careful steps,

minimizing any movement from her petite frame.

She’d already located the bedside lamp earlier.

Once she yanked the covers off Lin Yu, she’d shout:

"HAHA! Stop sleeping, loser! Time to party!"

Then came the grand finale—flicking on the light to witness Lin Yu’s humiliated face.

Serves him right for acting so high and mighty earlier, making her beg. Hmph!

After successfully crawling onto the bed,

Mo Shangying raised her phone screen, scanning the pillow area for Lin Yu’s face.

She checked once.

Twice.

No sign of him?

"Huh?"

"Wait—"

"Where is he?"

"Did he slide under the blankets?"

Suspicious, she pinched a corner of the blanket and slowly lifted it,

wondering if Lin Yu was the type to slip off his pillow while sleeping.

But the moment she lifted one edge of the summer quilt—

The other side suddenly flipped up.

In the next instant,

the entire blanket engulfed her upper body.

"Mmph—!"

Her muffled yelp was swallowed by the fabric.

Lin Yu pounced instantly, wrapping an arm around Mo Shangying’s neck in a tight lock.

Aha!

Now... it was his turn to strike.