Smoothly pushing one's luck, and finally making it to the bed

A small sticker pushed their intimacy level up to 18%!

Just one more round of small gifts, and they’d reach the next level.

Isn’t this better than tipping those borderline streamers?

"Xiao Fu, there’s something I wanted to tell you earlier, but I was afraid it might be too forward..."

Lin Yu frowned, looking troubled.

Having just received two gifts from him, Ye Mengfu naturally didn’t stop him from speaking.

She nodded and said, "Go ahead."

Lin Yu seized the moment, switching into his rational persona:

"Xiao Fu, you might not know this, but I’m a bit of a neat freak."

"You can probably tell from my room and study."

"If there’s dust or anything dirty, it really bothers me."

"In the bedroom, I always wear pajamas."

"Because sitting on the bed in outdoor clothes might bring in dust and bacteria."

"Those are... outdoor clothes you’re wearing, right?"

Any normal person hearing this would immediately think:

This is way too damn forward!

And if you really think about it, Lin Yu’s logic doesn’t hold up.

A neat freak? No outdoor clothes in the bedroom?

But didn’t you just waltz into Xiao Fu’s bedroom in your outdoor clothes and plop down like it was nothing?

Oh, so the neatness only applies to your own room?

Selective cleanliness, huh?

But these glaring inconsistencies didn’t matter.

What mattered was how the listener felt...

Ye Mengfu: "!!!"

Lin Yu’s series of actions after entering the study had firmly established his image.

Especially after the sticker incident, he’d subtly shifted from "just some guy" to "a friend."

And when it came to friends, Ye Mengfu was all heart—100% considerate of their feelings.

Sitting on a friend’s bed in outdoor clothes, only to later find out they had a cleanliness obsession...

Oh god!

Ye Mengfu was instantly hit with a wave of "I’m the worst."

Who was being forward here? She was the one being inappropriate!

And being called out by Lin Yu made it even more mortifying!

He must’ve been genuinely uncomfortable to bring it up, right?

Ye Mengfu wanted to vanish into the floor, her guilt overwhelming:

"I’m sorry..."

"I... I..."

"I’ll sit on the chair..."

Her nerves were so fried she could barely string words together.

She meant to tell Lin Yu she’d sit on the chair from now on.

But then it hit her—even if she switched to the chair, she’d already sat on the bed.

Lin Yu hadn’t expected his little speech to work so well on the artist.

Seizing the opportunity, he doubled down on the persona:

"It’s fine, it’s fine. Sitting with Shangying will help you relax."

"There’s only one chair, and it’s not comfortable. I’ll take it."

"Being in an unfamiliar room, sitting next to a friend makes you feel safer—I get it."

Ye Mengfu’s eyes instantly welled up.

Oh god.

Lin Yu was worried about her feeling unsafe.

Meanwhile, she’d been judging him with all kinds of assumptions from the moment she walked in.

This was too much—she was about to cry!

With the mood perfectly set, Lin Yu finally revealed his hand, hesitantly suggesting:

"Actually, there’s another way..."

"Shangying’s asleep right now, right?"

"You could take the sketchpad back to your room and, uh, ‘while you’re at it,’ change into pajamas."

"Of course, if it’s too much trouble, you don’t have to."

"I’m sure you’re a clean person, Xiao Fu. Your outdoor clothes are probably spotless!"

After all that buildup, he’d finally reached the main point.

This time, Lin Yu didn’t frame it as a demand—he gave her a "choice."

But let’s be real: there was no choice.

He expected Ye Mengfu to immediately agree and dash back to her room.

Instead...

Ye Mengfu fidgeted with her fingers, her voice dropping again:

"Don’t... don’t need to go back."

Lin Yu’s pupils shook: "???"

What?

Did he misread the situation?

Is changing into pajamas that hard?

Ye Mengfu took a shaky breath and finished:

"...Can change here."

Lin Yu: "???"

No need to go back? Can change here?

It took him a few seconds to process.

Holy hell.

So she’s wearing pajamas under her clothes?

What kind of "anti-heat planet" person does that?

Who are you guarding against so fiercely?!

Lin Yu put on an enlightened expression and quickly said:

"Ohhh~ I see."

"I’ll step out. You can change in the study."

"Just put your clothes... in this bag."

He grabbed a tote bag and handed it to Ye Mengfu.

This time, he switched back to a direct instruction—no room for debate.

Alone in the study, Ye Mengfu bit her finger nervously.

What was she even saying?

Lin Yu had clearly said she could go back to her room.

That would’ve been fine!

But her guilt and nerves made her blurt out that she could change right here.

Their relationship wasn’t at the level where she could strip down in his bedroom!

But the words were already out.

Backtracking now would be downright disrespectful to Lin Yu.

[Ding!]

[Masterful move—the Joy Sect’s charm couldn’t even resist your belt-loosening request!]

[Reward: 40 Spirit Stones.]

In the bedroom, Lin Yu grinned like the damn Dragon King.

A little tracksuit? As if that could stop him.

Legs—come here!

...

Just before the 4 PM match started—

"Ow!"

Mo Shangying jolted awake with a yelp.

"Who pinched my arm?!"

Pouting, she turned to Ye Mengfu sitting by the bed.

Blinking, she stared curiously:

"Huh? Xiao Fufu, why’d you change clothes?"

"I thought you were wearing..."

Ye Mengfu sucked in a sharp breath, suddenly at a loss for words.

When she’d agreed to Lin Yu earlier, she’d only thought about his preferences.

She hadn’t considered how to explain this to her best friend.

Luckily, Lin Yu stepped in smoothly:

"Xiao Fu looked overheated, so I told her to go change into pajamas in her room."

"You’re dressed for summer, but you didn’t even think about her, huh? Some best friend!"

"And you, ‘too-excited-to-sleep’—if I hadn’t woken you, were you planning to just watch the replay tomorrow?"

Ye Mengfu shot Lin Yu a grateful look. Thank god he’d explained—and emphasized "her room." That detail was crucial!

Mo Shangying scratched her head sheepishly:

"Your bed’s just too comfy, hehe."

"Since Xiao Fufu’s in a nightgown now... get over here!"

"Watching in your arms will be even cozier."

Lin Yu added:

"Xiao Fu, go on up. Don’t let her nag."

After all the emotional whiplash, Ye Mengfu’s resistance toward Lin Yu had faded.

Now, faced with Mo Shangying’s "request" and Lin Yu’s "order," she slowly slid her long legs—still clad in the nightgown—onto the bed...