Lin Yu followed Shen Buyao's hint and firmly closed the door behind him.
He even double-checked the wooden latch to ensure it was securely fastened.
He didn’t want anything strange barging in during their intimate moment, ruining his carefully laid plans.
With Shen Buyao around, the unexpected was practically guaranteed.
Better safe than sorry—eliminate any hidden risks in advance.
When he turned to the bed to inspect Shen Buyao’s costume transformation, he froze on the spot.
Her first outfit choice was the iconic attire of Zixia, the Fairy of the Purple Clouds.
A red dress as the inner layer, draped with a sheer white outer robe.
This classic ensemble was etched into countless people’s dreams as the epitome of celestial beauty.
The vintage-style dress brought by the "antique sister" matched exactly what Lin Yu had seen in his dreams.
Except for the way it was worn…
It was downright boudoir-style!
No wonder it took her so long to get ready!
The red inner dress, meant to be worn as a full-length gown, was instead styled like a risqué evening gown, cinched around her midsection.
The top barely covered the unmentionables, while the bottom left just enough to the imagination.
The white sheer robe draped loosely over her, the cloud-patterned waist sash left untied and instead wrapped playfully around her wrist.
One word—perfection!
Who said Buyao was clueless?
She was a natural, like a goddess descended from heaven!
After just a few minutes of browsing online references,
she had already mastered the essence of the look.
She infused the Zixia Fairy’s cosplay with her own soul!
No guidance from Lin Yu was needed—she was already stealing the show.
[Ding!]
[Heavenly display of skill! The Saint’s tender, loving gaze fills his Dao Companion’s heart with joy!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
A loving gaze.
In the eyes of someone who adores you,
even the smallest awkward gesture becomes endearing.
But for those who don’t care,
no matter how attentively you try, they’ll only complain about your rough tongue.
Noticing Lin Yu’s prolonged silence, Shen Buyao fiddled with the sash around her wrist and mumbled,
"Stop staring at me like that. I don’t have much experience, so I’m not sure if I wore it right."
"I just thought…"
"I’m nowhere near as beautiful as the Zixia Fairy!"
"If I copied her style exactly, it’d be like the ugly imitating the divine—just awkward."
"So I went with my gut and changed it up a bit…"
"Don’t get the wrong idea, okay? And quit—quit looking at me with those pervy eyes."
She barely caught herself before dropping a "damn."
Her time with Lin Yu was easily the period where she cursed the least.
She was hyper-aware of her words and tone around him.
But to Lin Yu,
such minor slip-ups were irrelevant.
Buyao was just…
such a thoughtful girl!
Lin Yu, reverting to his awkward college-boy persona, scratched his head and said earnestly,
"This is the first time I’ve seen such a stunning girl in traditional attire. I’m honestly speechless."
"Buyao, you’ve got a real talent for styling and photography."
"Your outfit is even better than I imagined!"
[Ding!]
[Heavenly display of skill! Heartfelt praise deepens the Dao Companion’s affection!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Shen Buyao, for once, blushed furiously.
This idiot Lin Yu.
Could he be any more direct?
Such a clueless college kid!
But…
it was music to her ears—and undeniably true.
She’d just never been in a relationship before, that’s all.
To be honest, it’s seriously, seriously charming!
Wuhu hahaha~
Watching Shen Buyao’s smug little expression, her tail practically wagging up to the sky.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but feel a surge of secret satisfaction.
Next up.
His plans were bound to go even smoother!
Just as Lin Yu was about to get down to business—
Shen Buyao spoke up again, handing him a golden opportunity:
"Lin Yu, my leg is injured, right?"
Lin Yu gave a skeptical nod:
"Yeah, but don’t worry, it won’t affect the shoot."
Shen Buyao crossed her arms and leaned against the bed, saying:
"I know it won’t affect it, but wouldn’t it still look… unflattering in the photos?"
Lin Yu’s mind spun, finally catching onto her train of thought.
He played along:
"So, Buyao, what are you suggesting?"
Shen Buyao’s eyes darted mischievously:
"What I mean is, if I’m sitting, won’t the camera catch my knees?"
"And wouldn’t that make me look awful!"
"You already have one unflattering photo of me in your camera—I refuse to leave behind another!"
Lin Yu instantly understood: "!!!"
If every girl around him was as considerate as Buyao,
Lin Yu would’ve long been living the dream life of "carefree bliss, boundless charm"!
This was way too easy!
His high emotional intelligence had no room to shine—
He was practically being led by the nose by Shen Buyao.
Lin Yu pinched his chin, putting on a thoughtful act:
"Hmm, now that you mention it, that’s true…"
"But I do have a solution!"
"Buyao, how about we shoot with you lying on the bed?"
"Not the whole time, of course, but we can work the angles around the edge."
"That’ll minimize the visibility of the injury on your knee!"
"What do you think? Sound good?"
Shen Buyao was secretly thrilled…
Tsk tsk tsk, see? See?
You sly fox, Lin Yu!
Your true colors are showing now!
Finally, he’d gone and made such an embarrassing request!
She’d barely given him an inch, and he’d taken a mile—honestly.
Wait.
That wasn’t quite fair.
After all, Lin Yu wasn’t a donkey.
Then again…
Maybe he could be later.
A hint of helplessness flickered across Shen Buyao’s brow.
Putting on what she thought was an Oscar-worthy performance, she sighed:
"Ugh, I guess there’s no other way, huh?"
"Standing or sitting would definitely show my knees."
"Your idea is… the lesser of two evils."
"Fine, we’ll do it your way!"
Perfect. Perfect.
Normally,
Shen Buyao’s over-the-top acting would earn her a solid zero from Lin Yu.
But today? Full marks!
He picked up the camera, slung the strap around his neck with practiced ease,
and flicked open the lens.
After testing the light and adjusting angles around the bed,
he launched into full professional mode:
"Buyao, the natural lighting in here is pretty good."
"Not too harsh, not too dim—just right for portraits."
"No need for a fill light. You’re naturally radiant, with that porcelain skin—basically your own reflector."
Shen Buyao’s lips curled slightly higher at his words.
She shifted her weight, slowly settling onto the pale red bedsheets.
With cautious movements, she lay down, then glanced up at Lin Yu:
"Is this okay?"
"Does it look too forced?"
Not only was she inexperienced with photoshoots—she was inexperienced with romance too.
Trying to strike a sultry, lively pose just made her feel stiff.
But Lin Yu wasn’t fazed:
"Don’t worry about the pose. I’m a pro—I’ll guide you through it."
"The issue now is that the bedsheet doesn’t quite match your outfit."
"Let me think..."
As he spoke,
Lin Yu walked over to the neatly folded blanket and pulled open the maroon floral-patterned quilt in one swift motion.
"Hey! This one’s perfect!"
...
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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