Three hours later.
The sky had completely darkened.
The culinary endeavor was finally complete!
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host, on completing your first intimate session with the Acting Sect Leader!]
[Cultivation Partner: Chen Qimeng (Acting Sect Leader)!]
[Rewards: 500 Sect Contribution Points, 2000 Spirit Stones, 1 free system mall draw.]
[Rewarded Attribute Skills: Water from Nothing, Spiritual Plant Cultivation, Floral Whisperer.]
During those hours of simmering broth,
Lin Yu and Chen Qimeng had not only taken turns asserting dominance and experimenting with angles but also bickered over minor details.
To accommodate Chen Qimeng’s mood and their hours of physical collaboration,
Lin Yu didn’t prolong the cooking process.
After thoroughly experiencing all the ingredients, he added the soulful finishing sauce, completing their culinary masterpiece!
By then,
it was already 10:30 PM.
Freshly washed, they nestled together in silence,
basking in the tranquil aftermath.
“Xiao Yu, let’s… go back later, okay?”
“It’s not that I don’t want to stay the night with you here…”
“I just think… it’s better to return.”
Chen Qimeng glanced at the time, speaking reluctantly.
Worried he might misunderstand, she tightened her embrace, hoping he’d feel her sincerity.
Having reached a point of mutual understanding,
how could Lin Yu not grasp her concerns?
If the two of them stayed out overnight,
the other girls in the apartment might jump to conclusions.
Chen Qimeng had mustered the courage to take this step, her doubts dispelled.
But she couldn’t ignore Lin Yu’s position—
a college junior, with classmates in the same building.
She refused to let him face gossip, however slight the chance.
No matter how late,
returning home changed everything.
“Qimeng, I respect your wishes.”
“But could you also respect mine?”
Chen Qimeng lifted her head curiously, meeting his earnest gaze, waiting.
She’d already given him the two most precious things in her life—
how could she disregard his feelings?
“Let’s call it a night. I’ll take you home.”
“In the future, whether we’re out or at home, as long as it’s safe and undisturbed…”
“Could you… not refuse me?”
“Every time you do, it feels like I’ve failed at everything.”
Chen Qimeng: “!!!”
Had she… refused him often?
Now that she thought about it, yes.
So this was how he felt!
All this time, he’d treated her with utmost tenderness,
while her unconscious rejections had hurt him.
A wave of guilt and remorse washed over her.
She quickly grasped his hand:
“Xiao Yu, I… I promise.”
“As long as circumstances allow, I’ll… be there.”
No matter how resolute her heart,
her voice still faltered.
But there was progress—
she’d finally voiced her true feelings.
“Then swear it with your hand on your heart. Don’t lie to me.”
“I’ve always trusted you.”
With that,
Lin Yu placed his hand on her “heart,” speaking solemnly.
Chen Qimeng blinked: “…”
Lin Yu stifled a laugh: “…”
Their shared laughter tangled them together once more.
……
11:40 PM.
Lin Yu and Chen Qimeng finally arrived home.
Climbing the stairs, Chen Qimeng moved like a thief,
tiptoeing silently, urging Lin Yu to mimic her caution all the way to the third floor.
The journey from the first to third floor was slow—
three minutes for her,
but over a decade for him.
Chen Qimeng opened her door, leaning against the frame:
“Xiao Yu, you should rest too. Goodnight.”
Lin Yu eyed her posture:
“Sure you’re okay? Need help inside?”
She shook her head, scanning the hallway:
“I’m fine. It’s not your fault—maybe I walked too much today…”
“A good sleep will fix it.”
Lin Yu nodded, not pressing further.
He gestured toward his room:
“Alright, I’ll head back. Goodnight.”
As he turned to leave,
Chen Qimeng grabbed his arm.
After confirming the empty hallway,
she rose on her toes, planting a firm kiss on his cheek.
“Sleep well. Sweet dreams.”
With that soft murmur, she stepped inside, pretending to close the door—
though she’d never shut it before he left.
Heart brimming with affection, Lin Yu returned to his room, smiling.
The wonderful date with Auntie Qimeng had drawn to a close at midnight.
Back in bed,
Lin Yu savored the memories.
He wasn’t the only one.
Within five minutes of lying down,
Auntie Qimeng’s message arrived:
Chen Qimeng: Xiao Yu, forgot to ask—any breakfast requests for tomorrow? I’ll make it for you.
Lin Yu: Red bean porridge. I’ve been craving it lately.
Chen Qimeng: Got it. (OK emoji)
Chen Qimeng: Go to sleep. It’s midnight already.
Lin Yu: Hey, Qimeng… can you sleep?
The “typing…” status lingered,
but no reply came.
Clearly,
Auntie Qimeng was struggling to phrase her response.
Then—
Ding!
A new notification,
but not from their chat.
Lin Yu checked the unread message:
Fang Xinran!
The “cold joke teacher” again?
She’d been messaging him a lot lately…
……
(Second update today—thankfully uneventful. An extra chapter coming soon, currently in progress~)
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