Holy crap!
Good thing this was just a dream question and not something asked in real life.
Isn’t this basically asking, "Who do you usually picture when you jerk off?"
Who would’ve thought that cold, ditzy girl with those thick eyebrows was hiding such a rebellious side!
This isn’t just about being rude or not—this is straight-up probing into private boundaries!
If I actually named a specific person, wouldn’t that be…
A betrayal to all my other cultivation partners?!
Lin Yu steadied his mind and answered calmly, adopting the tone of "literary discussion":
"Indeed, some imagination is necessary."
"The characters I write are diverse, each with distinct personalities."
"When I meet interesting people, any of them could become the inspiration for my stories."
An answer that said everything and nothing at all.
He named someone, yet didn’t name anyone.
So… anyone around him could be a candidate?
Fang Xinran’s eyes darted around as she raised the liquor bottle to her lips, then lowered it again.
She repeated the motion several times, as if lost in deep thought.
Lin Yu had already silently cast his hook.
Now, it was up to Fang Xinran’s perception whether she’d take the bait.
Finally.
Fang Xinran rested her chin on her knees, tilting her head to ask:
"Am I… an interesting person?"
Lin Yu’s heart skipped a beat.
She finally took the bait!
Freedom at last!
This was the kind of dreamy atmosphere he’d been waiting for!
With the air of a royal advisor selecting a leading lady, Lin Yu responded:
"How could you not be?"
After his reply, the mood between them on the little dirt slope grew subtly charged.
A gentle breeze brushed past them.
This wind hadn’t been there before—nor had Lin Yu conjured it.
Which meant only one thing:
Fang Xinran’s subconscious was now feeling… giddy.
Lin Yu knew… the timing was just right!
He scooted a little closer.
But then—
"Clink!"
The sound of glass colliding interrupted his thoughts again.
Before Lin Yu could react, Fang Xinran tilted her head back and chugged the liquor like there was no tomorrow.
Lin Yu: "…"
Are you just a damn alcoholic?!
Such a perfect moment, and you’re still guzzling booze?
Can’t we talk about something… poetic and romantic?
And now you’re clinking away like it’s a damn addiction?!
Lin Yu couldn’t even muster the energy to complain, let alone stop her.
Resigned, he picked up his half-empty bottle and prepared to take a sip.
Then—something shocking happened.
"CRASH!"
Lin Yu flinched violently: "!!!"
Fang Xinran smashed her empty bottle right in front of them.
Before he could even process it, her warm body pressed against him, her soft lips sealing over his before he could take a drink.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Holy shit?!
Who knew this jumpy senior of his had such a wild side?!
Still drinking?
Drink my ass!
"CRASH!"
Lin Yu mimicked her, hurling his own bottle aside.
Liquor splattered across the ground, scattering like glittering droplets.
He wrapped his arms around Fang Xinran, who was now straddling him, and kissed her back with equal fervor.
In this kind of atmosphere, there was no room for finesse.
This was raw, untamed passion—the kind found in rustic tales, where rugged masculinity met delicate femininity, where vast landscapes intertwined with pure, unfiltered human desire.
Fang Xinran: "Hah… come on."
Lin Yu: "Let’s go!"
They tumbled onto the ground, rolling over each other in a heated embrace.
Lin Yu didn’t even know why they were rolling so much.
But rolling felt right, so they rolled.
As they spun, his jacket and Fang Xinran’s shoes were shed along the way.
Finally, they landed in a shallow dip in the earth, coming to a stop in the perfect position.
Lin Yu quickly went to work on his belt.
Wait.
Something wasn’t right.
Since when did he have a belt?!
He wasn’t even wearing long pants today!
Was this another subconscious quirk from Fang Xinran?!
Just when things were heating up, she had to add an extra layer of "earthquake difficulty" to the situation.
"Goddammit, who tied this so tight?!"
Lin Yu kept her pinned, but his belt-fumbling slowed the momentum.
No matter.
No challenge was too great for someone wielding the power of cosmic laws.
Just as he was about to invoke his abilities to bypass this obstacle—
Fang Xinran, lying beneath him, suddenly sat up, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"I’ll undo it!"
Lin Yu’s mind blanked for a second.
Huh?!
This scene… these lines… why did they sound so familiar?!
Are you… are you freaking Bai Jingjing from Journey to the West?!
Sure enough.
After yanking fruitlessly at the belt a couple of times, Fang Xinran suddenly burst into drunken sobs.
"Wahhh… AAAAAH!"
She cried like her heart was being torn apart—as if she’d completely forgotten she was the one who initiated this whole thing, not him!
Lin Yu: "…"
Well, that’s ruined.
If they kept going while she was crying like this, it’d leave a terrible impression in the dream.
He knew exactly what to say—the script was already in his head.
"Senior Fang, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to push you."
"I was just going along with your energy."
"I’m no saint, but I’d never take advantage of someone."
"If you don’t want to… we can stop."
Fang Xinran wiped her tears and leaned closer.
"That’s not it… I just suddenly thought…"
"If we go through with this, would you write me as some promiscuous mountain girl in your novel?"
Lin Yu: "…"
We’re at this point, and you’re still worried about your fictional portrayal?!
Lin Yu was at his wit’s end.
Playing along, he offered a compromise:
"How about this, Senior…"
"You lie back, close your eyes, and don’t move a muscle."
"Leave the rest to me. That way, it’s all on me, right?"
"You’ll still be the profound, idealistic, adventurous literary girl in my story!"
[Ding!]
[Masterful maneuver! The Saint’s sincere praise moves the heart of the Teleportation Array Attendant!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Your relationship with the Teleportation Array Attendant has deepened, advancing to the fourth realm—"Silken Threads of Fate"!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Fang Xinran lifted her head, blinking at him.
"Really? My image… is really that good in your eyes?"
The system’s dual notifications confirmed it—Lin Yu’s words had struck a chord.
Gently, he placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her back onto the earth, murmuring:
"Of course. We’re both young, and we’ve had some drinks."
"Isn’t it natural to do things that defy stuffy old rules?"
"Relax… leave it to me."
…
(Second update today! There’ll be an extra chapter tonight. If you have time, spare a few seconds to watch an ad or toss a free "Power of Love" vote my way—much appreciated!)
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