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!)
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...
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?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
