In Chen Qimeng's bedroom.
"Ding! Ding!"
The moment the WeChat notification chimed,
she immediately grabbed her phone to check the message.
「Lin Yu: Qimeng, I was worried about disturbing your rest, but also afraid it might be too late to tell you. Since you’ll be preparing breakfast soon, I thought I’d send a message ahead of time.」
「Lin Yu: Qingchi’s comic convention time got moved up, so we’re leaving now. You should rest well—no need to rush out of bed. But make sure to eat breakfast, alright? Don’t skip it and head straight to the shop.」
「Lin Yu: (A flood of animated heart emojis)」
Chen Qimeng smiled sweetly at her phone screen as she read the messages.
Waking up from a dream and immediately receiving a message from Xiao Yu…
Wasn’t this what they called… telepathy?
For the first half of her life, no man had ever shared her pillow.
But Xiao Yu’s sudden "intrusion" had made her experience what true "romance" really felt like.
Earlier that morning, in the dream before she woke up,
she and Xiao Yu had been together in his room,
soaking their feet and chatting, reliving the wonderful afternoon they’d shared the day before…
During the dream, Xiao Yu had been even more intense than he’d been at the hotel.
It was as if he wanted to claim every inch of her, from head to toe.
Even though she knew it was just a dream, waking up didn’t leave Chen Qimeng feeling anxious or uneasy.
Instead,
a faint trace of anticipation bloomed in her heart.
Since Xiao Yu loved foot soaks so much, why not buy him a foot-soaking tub to keep in his room?
Who knows—
maybe then, the dream wouldn’t just stay a dream…
In a close relationship,
giving your partner a gift they’d love was perfectly normal, right?
After earnestly replying to Xiao Yu’s message,
Chen Qimeng quickly opened a shopping app and began browsing for the highest-rated foot-soaking tubs.
……
In Ye Mengfu’s bedroom.
"Ding! Ding!"
Still lying in bed, not yet having fallen back asleep, Ye Mengfu pulled her phone out from under her pillow.
She already knew exactly who would be messaging her at this hour.
「Lin Yu: Good morning, my little Fufu. I was worried about waking you up so early, but I also didn’t want you to wake up and feel like something was missing because I wasn’t there.」
「Lin Yu: I promised Qingchi I’d help her out at the comic con today, so I’m heading out now!」
「Lin Yu: Have you fully recovered yet? Take good care of yourself—otherwise, how are we going to go out and have fun in a couple of days?」
「Lin Yu: (A flood of animated heart emojis)」
Ye Mengfu tucked her blanket up to her chin, then rolled around joyfully on the bed, clutching her phone.
This feeling—dreaming about him and waking up to a sweet message—was something she found utterly intoxicating.
Last night’s dream had been of Lin Yu spending the entire day with her in the art studio.
In the dream, the two of them had painted and chatted, completely absorbed in each other’s company.
Their clothes had ended up splattered with colorful paint, but they’d been inseparable, wrapped up in their own little world.
By evening,
they’d locked themselves in the studio’s small back room.
On a long resting bench, they’d stayed tangled together from dusk till late into the night.
Her body had been covered in "red fruit marks" left by Lin Yu.
So much so that when she woke up, the first thing Ye Mengfu did was pull open her pajamas to check.
No new marks had appeared,
but the ones from Saturday hadn’t completely faded yet…
After rolling around, her blanket had wound itself tightly around her,
making her feel like a snug little silkworm cocoon—safe and secure.
But compared to the blanket’s embrace,
what she really missed was… that hug from the other day.
Ye Mengfu didn’t reply to Lin Yu’s message right away.
She was worried that responding too quickly
might make him think his message had woken her up.
After about ten minutes,
she finally couldn’t hold back any longer and began typing.
She wrote, deleted, rewrote, and deleted again.
From the tone of Lin Yu’s message, she searched for the perfect way to respond.
She typed out long paragraphs, but then worried they were too rambling—what if he missed the important parts?
In the end,
she decided to put the most crucial information in the second message.
Because the first one had to address what he’d specifically mentioned.
「Ye Mengfu: Good morning, hubby (sun emoji)」
「Ye Mengfu: Have fun today, but don’t overwork yourself. Don’t worry about me—I’m completely better now.」
「……」
After sending several replies in a row,
Ye Mengfu stared at their chat history.
Would sending too many messages still make it hard for him to catch the main point?
She sighed in frustration: "……"
Then,
she quickly typed out one more message.
「Ye Mengfu: Thanks for the special "medicine"—it worked wonders. I’m all better now.」
……
Downstairs in the living room.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your heartfelt morning greetings to your beloved have filled her with sweetness!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! Your heartfelt morning greetings…]
[Masterful move! Your heartfelt morning greetings…]
[……]
As Lin Yu sent out one WeChat message after another,
his system notification chimes rang out in rapid succession.
Leaning back on the couch, Lin Yu sipped his ice water with a smug grin as he watched the red notification dots light up one by one.
Seems like none of his beloveds…
had the bad habit of turning off their notifications or putting their phones on silent while sleeping.
Good, good. Very commendable.
Lin Yu only sent these morning messages to his "physically intimate" beloveds.
Before things reached that stage,
blindly sending affectionate texts wasn’t necessarily a good strategy.
For his "soul-intimate" beloveds,
disappearing for half a day now and then—letting them wonder where he was—
actually encouraged them to take initiative and seek him out.
As for his physically intimate beloveds?
Well, you couldn’t just walk away after getting what you wanted!
This wasn’t some one-time fling—if you didn’t know how to "warm their hearts," did you really expect there to be a next time?
After chatting on his phone for a while,
Chi Qingchi finally appeared in the living room, lugging several large bags.
Spotting her, Lin Yu stood up and took two of the heaviest bags from her.
Hefting them, he couldn’t help but wonder—
how did such a petite girl manage to carry so much?
Was pure passion really enough to fuel this kind of strength?
"Oof!"
"Qingchi, are you the event organizer or something? Why are you carrying so much heavy stuff?"
"Your club is all girls? Shouldn’t the guys handle the heavy lifting?"
As he spoke, Lin Yu studied Chi Qingchi’s appearance.
This outfit probably wasn’t her final cosplay for the event.
Even though she was one of the club’s organizers, Qingchi also had a character to cosplay.
It was like she was the only member handling everything—she had to oversee every little detail.
"No, no, we do have male members," she said, slightly out of breath.
"But I don’t trust anyone else with these things."
"I’ve been preparing for today for so, so, so long!"
Chi Qingchi spoke with infectious excitement.
……
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