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...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
