Lin Yu put on an innocent expression and retorted,
"What overthinking? I didn’t say anything."
"You’re rushing to explain—what are you so guilty about?"
Shen Buyao’s face flushed red: "…"
She knew Lin Yu was deliberately teasing her.
The "big mother cow" was right.
On a psychological level, she was completely outmatched by Lin Yu—utterly at his mercy.
If she couldn’t win mentally, surely she could physically?
Shen Buyao raised her slender hand and clenched it into a fist right in front of Lin Yu.
She deliberately tucked her thumb between her index and middle fingers, leaving a sharp point exposed.
It was clearly the stance of someone who threw punches often.
With nails of any length, a punch like that would come with built-in piercing damage!
Lin Yu dodged slightly to the side, feigning weakness:
"Shen Buyao, what are you doing? Trying to murder your husband?"
With a fierce, bratty expression, Shen Buyao growled:
"If I can’t out-talk you, can’t I just beat you up?"
"First lesson: your kidneys!"
Lin Yu dodged even farther away, warning her:
"Hey hey hey, we’re about to start the game."
"Stop messing around~"
After being verbally outplayed by Lin Yu repeatedly, Shen Buyao couldn’t care less about the game.
She rolled her wrist and continued:
"You started it. You’re getting a lesson."
"Let me show you who’s really in charge here!"
…
Half a minute later.
Shen Buyao leaned against the wall, a fine layer of sweat on her forehead, pleading:
"Damn Lin Yu, I was wrong. Undo it, please."
"How… how do you even know pressure points?"
"Isn’t that just made-up novel stuff?"
Just moments ago, she’d been boasting about teaching him a lesson.
But before she could even strike, Lin Yu had tapped her arms twice each.
All while chanting dramatically:
"Sunflower Point-Sealing Technique!"
Honestly, who would take a grade-schooler’s game seriously?
Shen Buyao’s first reaction was:
"Are you a child? Should I play along too?"
However.
After her sarcastic remark, she realized both arms had gone completely numb, as if she’d slept on them wrong.
No matter how hard she tried, they wouldn’t budge.
What a joke!
The perfected Bone-Softening Fist was far from some childish taunt.
Yelling "Sunflower Point-Sealing Technique" was just to avoid unnecessary explanations.
Pretending it was pressure points made it easier for Shen Buyao to understand.
Lin Yu glanced at the dance game’s event screen and the ready-to-start room.
He said to Shen Buyao:
"Yao Yao, we’re about to dance. You’d better behave, or Rongrong might catch on."
"I’m turning the mic back on now…"
Before the mic activated, Shen Buyao hurriedly begged:
"Okay, okay! Lin Yu, Lin Yu, stop messing around, please?"
"If this lasts too long… will there be side effects?"
"Undo it, and I’ll listen to you from now on, okay? Everything you say!"
"Please? Please…"
Lin Yu ignored her pleas.
Slowly, he turned the microphone back on.
Seeing this, Shen Buyao immediately shut her mouth, terrified Huang Feirong might overhear something.
"Rongrong, ready? Let’s take your dance team to new heights!"
Hearing Lin Yu’s voice again, Huang Feirong was thrilled:
"Ooooh, finally back on mic!"
"Dayu, you and Yao Yao muted for a few minutes…"
"That was way too fast! All show, no stamina, huh?"
Lin Yu replied calmly:
"Honestly, a customer just walked into the shop."
"Rongrong, stop teasing us, or Yao Yao might curse you out."
As he spoke,
Lin Yu "checked" Shen Buyao’s conscience.
Though there wasn’t much to check, it was better than nothing.
He gave a little squeeze, signaling Shen Buyao to speak up and clear his name.
Shen Buyao desperately wanted to kick Lin Yu for shamelessly copping a feel!
But she feared her leg might get "sealed" mid-kick.
Having experienced it once, she now understood her helplessness.
If Lin Yu dragged her into the back room right now, she probably couldn’t resist.
So,
she had no choice but to play along, snapping at Huang Feirong:
"Rongrong, if you’re that thirsty, go find someone. Stop thirsting over college kids."
"Just spend some money! It’s not that much!"
Huang Feirong wasn’t fazed, firing back like a grade-schooler:
"Nyah nyah~ Not gonna! Not gonna!"
"You don’t like Dayu anyway, right? If you don’t want him, I’ll take him!"
"Dayu’s fingers are so quick! I love a man with skill!"
Shen Buyao glanced down at her "conscience"…
That much was true—his hands were fast, and they packed a punch!
Not daring to speak, she mouthed urgently at Lin Yu:
"Li… gh… ter…"
Lin Yu made an "O" shape with his mouth, moving his hand from her "conscience" to her thigh.
Shen Buyao fumed silently: "…"
Tsk tsk.
What’s a man’s ultimate goal in life, really?
Just having enough to eat, a home full of warmth, games to play, and thighs to touch.
A simple rhythm game was child’s play for Lin Yu.
He’d already shown off his skills to Shen Buyao and Huang Feirong multiple times before.
Today, his lightning-fast reflexes and combo-perfect streaks were still on point.
Except,
despite his flawless technique, his perfect-hit count was lower than usual.
Huang Feirong couldn’t help but ask:
"Dayu, feeling the pressure?"
"You used to chain dozens of perfect hits without breaking a sweat."
"What’s up today? Running on empty?"
Lin Yu flexed his fingers, waiting for the next round:
"Just off my rhythm today. My hands aren’t syncing right."
Little did she know,
Lin Yu had been playing one-handed the entire time.
As for the other hand…
Shen Buyao’s breathing grew ragged as she hooked her foot around the table leg.
Mid-game, Lin Yu’s relentless teasing pushed her to the brink—she tried to kick him.
The result?
Her right leg joined her arms in total numbness, as if detached from her body.
By the song’s second half, staying upright in her chair took all her strength.
If not for her left foot anchoring her to the table leg, she might’ve slid right off!
Huang Feirong kept teasing Lin Yu:
"Off your rhythm? Ahahaha!"
"Maybe Yao Yao should strip to help you get in the groove~"
Shen Buyao cut in immediately:
"Ugh! If you want him naked, come do it yourself!"
Lin Yu smirked.
If only the queen of dirty jokes knew—
he was already getting "in the groove"!
…
(First update today! Two more coming later!)
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