Only two days had passed since their last private date.
Yet to Chi Qingshui, it felt like an eternity.
The excuses she had used to refuse him now seemed hollow and feeble to her own ears.
Especially after Lin Yu had pressed his advantage.
She found herself unable—or perhaps unwilling—to resist.
Her smooth purple nightgown crumpled under his touch, creasing again and again.
Just as Lin Yu was about to lay her down on the lower bunk of the bed,
Chi Qingshui hastily protested,
"Lin Yu, don’t… not on Little Chi’s bed!"
Little Chi was far too sharp.
If they left any traces on her bed, she would surely notice the moment she returned.
And more than that—
Chi Qingshui couldn’t bring herself to cross that line.
No matter how much she liked Lin Yu, she couldn’t just invade her little sister’s private space like this!
The thought of it disgusted her.
Lin Yu had only been teasing.
Of course he knew Big Chi would never agree.
Playing along, he glanced at the upper bunk and said,
"If we use the top bunk… things could get dangerous."
"What if it collapses? How would we explain that?"
Chi Qingshui’s cheeks burned as she tentatively suggested,
"Could we… wait until next time?"
"When you’re free, maybe we could go out somewhere… okay?"
Disappointment flickered in Lin Yu’s eyes.
"So, wife… are you rejecting me?"
Chi Qingshui: "!!!"
Cheater!
How could he call her "wife" at a time like this?!
And that look in his eyes…
She suddenly felt like she had done something terribly wrong.
But the room she shared with Little Chi was so small.
There wasn’t even a sofa.
Where else could they possibly—
Seeing her hesitation, her anxious indecision,
Lin Yu took decisive action, guiding her toward another option.
The moment her back touched the desk,
Chi Qingshui’s entire body tensed up.
"Lin Yu, can’t we just—"
Before she could finish,
Lin Yu frowned and cut in,
"What was our agreement last time? It’s just the two of us here now."
"And you’re still calling me by my full name?"
Under the heat of his gaze, Chi Qingshui bit her lip and whispered,
"…Husband."
In that instant,
It was just like their first time alone together.
That single, loaded term of endearment acted like a starting pistol—
igniting a frenzy of movement.
The desk, once a hiding place for forbidden manga,
now bore witness to something far more vivid.
What guy hadn’t fantasized about a desk scenario?
But how many could actually make one creak and groan under the strain?
Thankfully, the desk was sturdy enough
to endure an hour of shifting weight and gripping hands.
Much later,
as the temperature in the room rose—
[Ding!]
[Great Dao of Harmony! Successfully cultivated with your Dao partner, balancing yin and yang—greatly beneficial to your practice!]
[Reward: 100 Sect Contribution Points, 200 Spirit Stones.]
"Shhh… shhh…"
Ten minutes after,
Lin Yu and Chi Qingshui emerged from the bathroom.
With time running short, they couldn’t shower properly—
just a quick rinse to wash away the sweat.
From nine o’clock onward,
every movement from Lin Yu had left Chi Qingshui both exhilarated and terrified.
At any moment, Little Chi could burst through the door,
catching them in a scene they’d have no way to explain.
Luckily,
it was all just nerves.
Once they were dressed again,
Chi Qingshui finally let out the breath she’d been holding.
Lin Yu cupped her still-flushed face, sitting her on his lap as he pulled her into his arms.
If he just left now without another word,
he could kiss any future "new scenarios" goodbye.
"Never again!" Chi Qingshui huffed.
"Doing this in mine and Little Chi’s room… it’s too risky!"
Lin Yu feigned confusion.
"Huh? You were scared just now?"
"I thought you were enjoying yourself."
"If you were scared, then why did you—"
Before he could finish,
Chi Qingshui clapped a hand over his mouth.
She knew exactly how she’d acted earlier.
When Lin Yu’s mischievous hands began their assault again,
her palm twitched in response.
Then, with sudden determination,
she tried to clamp down and trap them.
But her face betrayed her intentions instantly.
Her grasp closed on empty air.
"Tsk, trying to murder your own husband?"
Lin Yu shot her a mock-threatening look.
Chi Qingshui, thwarted, could only vent her frustration on his hair:
"You’re the worst… always bullying me…"
After her vigorous tousling,
Lin Yu’s damp locks stuck out like a Super Saiyan’s.
He didn’t mind.
Instead, his gaze dropped meaningfully.
"Wife, if you keep rubbing my hair like that,"
"I might have to find another way to get even~"
The moment those words left his mouth,
Chi Qingshui crossed her arms defensively—
an uncharacteristic pose that mirrored Little Chi’s usual stance.
For a split second,
Lin Yu almost thought he was looking at Little Chi.
It even brought back memories of that dream where the little sister had pretended to be the big one.
Chi Qingshui, oblivious to his wandering thoughts,
quickly steered the conversation elsewhere:
"Husband—and don’t take that the wrong way!—"
"This is just part of our agreement…"
"Our study group meets this Wednesday to submit a set of warm-and-cool-tone photography assignments."
"It’s the first summer semester check-in. You haven’t forgotten, have you?"
Lin Yu answered without missing a beat: "Of course not!"
Total lie.
Summer semester assignments were a relic of his past life.
Every college break had these mini-semesters—
how was he supposed to remember which day required which homework?
But he couldn’t very well admit that to Chi Qingshui.
"Good. That new DSLR of yours… you haven’t taken a single shot with it yet, have you?"
Lin Yu nodded emphatically.
Swapping memory cards and resetting the photo counter basically made it brand new!
Chi Qingshui glanced at him, then quickly looked away.
With a hint of playful pride, she asked,
"You haven’t taken any photos, yet you’re not worried at all."
"Let me guess…"
"You already have a theme in mind?"
Her eyes and expression practically screamed:
"You’re planning to shoot me, aren’t you?"
Lin Yu grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.
"Nothing gets past you!"
"By the way, you know I promised to help Little Chi’s club yesterday, right?"
Chi Qingshui nodded without hesitation.
Good.
It was better he’d brought it up himself.
"I figured if I help her out,"
"she won’t say no to modeling for this project—both of you, as twin subjects."
"The warm-and-cool theme would suit you two perfectly. Like…"
"One like summer, one like autumn!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
