After sending the voice message, Yan Miaozhu still felt it wasn’t secure enough.
She then snapped a photo of what she was watching on her computer screen and sent it to Lin Yu as well.
Shortly after,
she picked up her phone again and fired off a series of voice messages:
"Currently looping someone’s video—can’t get enough of it!"
"Wonder if there’s a chance to hear someone sing just for me once."
"Hahaha, just kidding. Getting older makes me dream a little too big sometimes."
"……"
With everything done,
Yan Miaozhu waited contentedly for Lin Yu’s reply.
A prim and proper teacher by day, secretly watching her male student’s videos—
any young man with a pulse would find it hard to resist such temptation.
Judging by their chat yesterday, this kid didn’t seem like the type to hold back.
Once they met,
it would definitely work.
Her period had ended just three days ago.
By her calculations,
today was absolutely perfect for creating a beautiful memory!
A one-time act would be enough to make the boy feel the crushing weight of "responsibility."
……
Meanwhile, in Taoyuan Village,
at Ye Mengfu’s home,
noon arrived.
A hoodie and shorts, mixed with Lin Yu’s clothes, were tossed onto the pool table.
The scoreboard by the window showed 10-8.
Thanks to Lin Yu’s "strategic use of the rules" and rapidly improving skills, he had narrowly defeated Xiao Fufu.
As for the winner’s reward and the loser’s punishment…
They were currently playing out in full swing on the sofa beside the table.
Lin Yu leaned back in the wooden armchair,
making as much space as possible in front of him.
"I… I really don’t know how,"
Xiao Fufu murmured, her back to Lin Yu. She wanted to try, for love’s sake,
but this challenge was way beyond her comfort zone.
Not being able to see Lin Yu’s expression only made her more flustered.
What if her clumsy movements annoyed him?
The overthinking sent her heart racing.
Boing—
Lin Yu unhooked the clasp from behind.
The snug straps snapped free, bouncing off Xiao Fufu’s back.
Gently tracing the faint marks left behind, Lin Yu whispered,
"Relax, Xiao Fufu. Take it slow."
"These must be too small for you now, right?"
"Wearing the wrong size isn’t good for you."
"Let me take you shopping for better-fitting ones later, okay?"
"If I can’t even take care of something this basic, what kind of boyfriend would I be?"
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke! The Saint is willing to do the unthinkable for his beloved, shattering her last defenses!]
[Reward: 100 Spirit Stones.]
Ye Mengfu: "!!!"
Buy… buy her underwear?
Lin Yu was willing to do that for her?
Right…
Wasn’t this what couples did—sacrificing pride to try new things together?
He hadn’t hesitated at all.
And yet here she was, ready to retreat at the first hurdle.
Compared to his love, hers felt so… selfish.
Biting her lip, Ye Mengfu straightened her posture.
No experience? Then she’d learn.
Staying in her comfort zone wasn’t love—it was cowardice.
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Hiss—
Exhale.
Watching Xiao Fufu’s tentative movements, Lin Yu couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath.
Her technique was awkward, slow, and uncoordinated.
But none of that mattered.
The psychological thrill of her surrender far outweighed any physical imperfection.
Sensing the difference from last time,
Xiao Fufu braced her hands on Lin Yu’s knees and whispered,
"Am I… doing it wrong?"
"Can you… tell me how to fix it?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
This—!
How could anyone hold back now?
"You’re doing great, Xiao Fufu."
"Give me your hand. I’ll help adjust just a little."
"Don’t worry. I’ve got you…"
Ye Mengfu nodded obediently.
Just as Lin Yu said,
with him here, her heart felt perfectly at peace.
……
By 1 p.m.,
another round of perfect "training" had further enriched Lin Yu’s spirit stone reserves.
Having her take the lead in her own empty house—
Lin Yu wasn’t ungrateful.
The least he could do was cook a proper meal to reward Xiao Fufu for her hard work.
Luckily, her parents often visited, so the kitchen was fully stocked.
As for ingredients?
Nothing but homegrown, pesticide-free veggies—nutritious and healthy!
Lin Yu’s mental cookbook was packed with signature dishes.
Time to impress Xiao Fufu with his skills.
Ye Mengfu walked into the kitchen, sketchbook in hand.
Watching Lin Yu sweat over the stove, she murmured guiltily,
"H-Hubby…"
Ever since their earlier "session," Lin Yu had insisted she call him that until they parted.
Being the obedient girl she was, she complied without question.
Especially now,
when he was cooking for her after… everything.
The guilt gnawed at her.
"What’s wrong, wifey? Hungry already?"
"Don’t worry, it’s almost done!"
Leaning against the doorframe, Ye Mengfu melted at the nickname.
If only time could freeze like this.
No matter how dazzling the outside world was,
wasn’t this the colorful life she truly wanted?
In this moment,
she finally understood her parents.
Why did they keep returning here, despite owning property in the city?
Because some things…
could never be found among steel and concrete.
Gathering courage, she asked,
"Can I… help? Please?"
Lin Yu immediately strode over,
gripping her shoulders.
With a swift spin, he turned her back to him,
then nudged her forward, saying,
"Didn’t I tell you? Your job is to paint. Mine is to cook and clean."
"You brought your sketchbook—don’t waste the opportunity."
"Keep arguing, and I’ll put you back on that pool table. Then neither of us eats—we’ll just train some more!"
[Ding!]
[Masterstroke! The Saint’s meticulous care leaves his beloved utterly smitten!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Ye Mengfu clasped her hands, smiling.
"O-Okay."
"I’ll… keep painting."
……
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