Seeing Lin Yu's mischievous grin, Mo Shangying leaned against Ye Mengfu's back and said provocatively:
"Hey, Xiao Yu, why are you grinning at our little Fufu like some creep?"
"Don’t even think about hitting on her—she’s the world’s most innocent girl. Way out of your league."
Lin Yu pointed at his own face, feigning innocence:
"Excuse me? I’m the picture of sunshine. How is this creepy?"
"If anything, the two of you sneaking into a guy’s room in the middle of the night are the real weirdos here."
"I’m the world’s purest young man!"
Mo Shangying: "..."
Ye Mengfu: "..."
The two girls were left speechless.
Objectively speaking, they were the ones acting shady.
Mo Shangying could take the blame, but poor Ye Mengfu—
She never imagined she’d ever be associated with the word "creepy" in her life.
Since Mo Shangying started this, she had to dig herself out.
Blurting out impulsively, she said:
"We couldn’t sleep! It’s the World Cup—a soccer event that only happens once every four years!"
"Cut us some slack, Xiao Yu. You get it, right?"
"Knowing we had to wait another hour and a half to watch? Yeah, we got a little… overeager!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Just how much did this little hacker bet? Enough to lose sleep over?
Must be at least five figures.
Rich people and their whims. Especially since Lin Yu knew she’d bet on the right team—which only made him more annoyed.
He was the one who tipped her off, after all.
Seeing Lin Yu wasn’t buying it, Mo Shangying switched tactics:
"What’s wrong with coming early?"
"You get two beauties to chat with you. Isn’t that a win?"
Lin Yu wasn’t actually bothered.
Waving a hand dismissively, he said:
"Next time, give me a heads-up. No more surprise invasions."
"You’re grown adults, not kids playing hide-and-seek."
"But sure, I won’t complain about pretty company. Let’s chat."
Successfully dodging trouble, the two girls relaxed slightly.
Mo Shangying, especially, immediately reverted to her usual attitude toward Lin Yu.
Rolling backward like a serpent, she wrapped herself in the summer quilt and declared excitedly:
"Alright! Let’s talk!"
"Lying down, hogging Xiao Yu’s bed!"
"Y’know, it’s weird—isn’t guys’ rooms supposed to stink?"
"Xiao Yu, yours smells nice. Almost cleaner than mine."
Lin Yu grabbed two bottles of iced cola from the fridge and set them on the nightstand:
"Please. Drop the stereotypes about us pure-hearted young men."
"I take personal hygiene very seriously!"
That was… generous self-praise.
Truthfully, his room’s cleanliness was all thanks to Aunt Qimeng.
As far as he could remember, Lin Yu had barely lifted a finger to clean.
Whenever Aunt Qimeng had time, she’d tidy up, do laundry, and organize—always with his permission.
Not content with hogging the bed alone, Mo Shangying tried dragging Ye Mengfu into it:
"Little Fufu, wanna come up and sit with us?"
"Xiao Yu’s bed is huge, soft, and comfy. Seriously great."
Ye Mengfu shook her head rapidly: "N-no thanks."
Sit on his bed?!
No way.
Perching nervously on the edge was already pushing her courage to the limit.
Asking her to go further might as well be a death sentence.
Lin Yu listened, secretly amused.
Was this little hacker trying to scare her bestie to death?
What a wild invitation.
Then again.
Clearly, Mo Shangying hadn’t read Ye Mengfu’s "user manual."
In situations like this,
you shouldn’t ask "Do you want to?"—you should say "Little Fufu, come sit next to me."
The world of directive-based creatures was lost on the logic-driven.
Following Mo Shangying’s lead, the trio started a pre-game chat session.
Ten minutes in…
"Haaah… hnn…"
Slow, steady breathing rose from the head of the bed.
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "???"
What a tsundere.
Weren’t you too excited to sleep?
Less than ten sentences in, and you’re out cold!
Picky sleeper?
Only Lin Yu’s bed passes the test, not your own?
Or… was this post-"incident" fatigue, needing a nap?
If so, that’s just pathetic.
Lin Yu: I didn’t even get started, and you’re already down?
Then again.
Mo Shangying passing out wasn’t the worst thing.
Heh heh…
Lin Yu glanced at Ye Mengfu.
She was staring rigidly out the window, unblinking.
Inside Ye Mengfu’s mind, an old zombie movie played on loop:
You don’t see me~ You don’t see me~ You don’t see me…
Meanwhile, she mentally roasted her best friend:
Ughhh.
Ying’er, you’ve betrayed me.
Who calls themselves a "night owl queen" and then falls asleep in a guy’s room?!
Is this your usual routine?
I don’t wanna be part of your weird games!
Ying’er, wake up! If you’re asleep, what do I do?
This is terrifying…
Amid her spiraling thoughts—
A whisper ghosted past her ear:
"Come with me~~"
Ye Mengfu’s body locked up again: "!!!"
He’s here. He’s making his move!
Lin Yu didn’t wait for a response.
After dropping that line, he turned and walked away.
Ye Mengfu panicked internally: Wait! I’d say no! Why won’t you listen?!
By the time she looked up, Lin Yu was already at the door of his study.
He tilted his chin: Let’s go. Inside.
Lin Yu mentally thanked Aunt Qimeng again.
Her insistence on getting him a spacious apartment was a blessing.
More rooms = more options. Convenient for… everything.
Ye Mengfu clenched her fists, not realizing she could still refuse.
In her mind, "choosing between options" and "rejecting a demand" were entirely different.
After the afternoon’s events, Lin Yu—with the system’s help—had fully decoded Ye Mengfu’s manual.
Her brain worked overtime:
If I refuse, what if he snaps and exposes what happened earlier?
If I agree, what if he snaps and… does something else?
After agonizing, genius Ye Mengfu found a third option:
What if—
She abruptly stood, hoping the movement would jostle Ying’er awake?
If Ying’er woke up, nothing bad could happen, right?
Lin Yu wouldn’t dare try anything with her here.
A plan was better than surrender.
Steeling herself, Ye Mengfu took action.
First, she "dramatically" shifted her weight on the mattress.
Then, she stood with all the force she could muster…
The bed didn’t budge.
Its occupant slept soundly.
Ye Mengfu: Welp. I’m dead.
Now that she was standing, even pretending to space out wasn’t an option.
She looked toward Lin Yu’s study.
He’d thoughtfully turned on the light.
The clear white light now resembled the eerie green glow emitted from a goblin's lair, chilling to the bone...
With no way out, Ye Mengfu stepped inside as if weighed down by an immense burden, her movements sluggish.
"Click!"
The sound of Lin Yu locking the door echoed.
At that moment, Ye Mengfu felt as though the door to her life had been sealed shut—forever.
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