Is this a lingering effect of dreams, or do I need glasses?
Wow, what a huge fierce tiger!
If Fatty Orange knew Senior Sister praised it like that, it would probably die laughing on the spot.
"Not scared, not scared... As long as Junior Lin Yu is here in the dream, then... then there's no need..."
Tang Yimian buried her head in Lin Yu's arms, her words trailing off before she sank into a deep sleep again.
Lin Yu: "..."
She’s really asleep?
Or just pretending for now?
As he walked, Lin Yu gave her a slight shake.
But Tang Yimian, now fully asleep, didn’t stir at all.
Starting off with a forceful kiss—he thought there’d be something bigger coming after.
But this is it? It’s over already?
All that anticipation for nothing—what a waste of emotions!
Lin Yu entered the designated apartment building, giving up on further interaction with Senior Sister Tang.
Walking this slowly, Senior Sister Fang Xinran should be done tidying up by now, right?
He was just here to drop someone off, not stay the night.
No need to be so nervous about it.
Besides, they’re all young people.
They naturally understand how things usually are.
Senior Sister Fang was being too formal—there was really no need to clean up the room.
Seeing the real, unfiltered version might’ve been even better.
Arriving at Room 312, the door was still closed.
Lin Yu knocked lightly twice, not calling out.
These apartment dorms were designed for working professionals—one unit per resident.
At this hour, shouting in the hallway would just disturb the neighbors.
Back when Lin Yu first started working, he lived in a similar single-occupancy apartment.
The conditions weren’t as good as here, and the neighbors… well, they never saw each other.
Not seeing each other didn’t mean no interaction, though.
Like the woman next door—her "conversations" were often heard late at night.
He wondered how soundproof Fang Xinran’s place was.
Click!
After a short wait, the door opened.
Fang Xinran, her bangs damp with sweat, finally appeared.
"Junior Lin Yu, huff… come… come in."
She stood behind the door, making space for him to enter.
Judging by how exhausted she looked, she must’ve just fought a "hard battle"!
Lin Yu hesitated at the doorway.
"Do I… need to take off my shoes?"
Fang Xinran waved her hand dismissively.
"My little place isn’t that fancy. Just come in—no need to change. Though…"
"It’s a bit cramped, so don’t laugh, okay?"
Lin Yu: "Of course not. My room at home is about the same size as yours."
That was the truth, not just flattery.
Fang Xinran’s single room had a layout similar to a hotel—small but fully equipped.
Of course, it felt much cozier than a hotel.
Bright and tidy, with a small dining table, bookshelf, wardrobe… everything neatly arranged.
Moving out of here would take a lot of effort.
The only downside?
Fang Xinran’s bed was a little too small.
Fine for one person, but a tight squeeze for two.
Lin Yu reached the bed and, with Fang Xinran’s help, carefully laid Tang Yimian down.
Fang Xinran even took off her shoes and covered her with a summer blanket.
The AC was on in the small room, keeping the summer night comfortably cool.
Given how Tang Yimian looked now, washing up was out of the question.
Fang Xinran was so familiar with her that she didn’t mind any of it.
After finishing everything, Lin Yu went to the bathroom to wash his face.
When he came out, he noticed Fang Xinran had poured him a glass of orange juice.
What did this mean…?
She didn’t want him to leave so soon?
"Thank you, Senior Fang. Should I take this cup and head back?"
"It’s late, you two should rest early."
"If we have time next time, the three of us can have a drink together."
"The atmosphere tonight was really great!"
Lin Yu took the disposable cup and proactively said his goodbyes.
There was absolutely no chance of anything happening tonight.
Besides,
The challenge mission with the cat was probably nearing its conclusion.
Lin Yu really wanted to go back and see for himself—who would emerge victorious between Aunt Ruxue and the cat?
So,
He chose not to linger any longer.
Fang Xinran nodded slightly, feeling a bit flustered, and said,
"Mhm, Junior Lin… thank you for the song you dedicated to me today."
"I never got the chance to ask at the bar—this song is your original, right? What’s it called…?"
Lin Yu looked at Fang Xinran’s evasive gaze and replied with a smile,
"The song is called… Fang’s Words. The ‘Fang’ in ‘dialect,’ and the ‘words’ in ‘dialect.’"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The profound meaning behind the Saint’s naming moved the Teleportation Array Attendant deeply!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Fang Xinran: "!!!"
Fang’s… Words.
Junior Lin’s song title… was that direct?
The meaning was obvious, wasn’t it?
He wasn’t giving her any room to play dumb!
Lin Yu watched Fang Xinran’s changing expression and the slight upturn of her lips.
He knew exactly what she was thinking.
Little did she know,
Lin Yu wasn’t lying.
The song really was called Fang’s Words!
It was all just a beautiful misunderstanding.
Of course,
It was also a misunderstanding Lin Yu had deliberately orchestrated.
"Senior Fang, then I’ll… head back now."
Seeing Fang Xinran lost in her thoughts, Lin Yu seized the moment to make a clean exit.
The subtext was clear:
If you want any sweet, lingering goodbyes, now’s your only chance.
Fang Xinran’s reaction was exactly what Lin Yu had hoped for.
"Wait, Junior Lin!"
Just as Lin Yu was about to step out the door, Fang Xinran immediately chased after him.
When she reached him, she even glanced back at Tang Yimian—
Checking if she was still sound asleep, if she had any reaction.
Such an obvious move naturally didn’t escape Lin Yu’s notice.
Come on, come on.
If there’s any grand gesture, just go for it—he was ready!
But at the critical moment,
Fang Xinran, surprisingly, didn’t hesitate. She boldly stood on her tiptoes and leaned in to kiss Lin Yu.
The next moment—
If Lin Yu had to guess, Fang Xinran had definitely been aiming for his lips.
But whether it was nerves or a miscalculation of her own height,
Her rushed attempt landed… on his chin!
Fang Xinran: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "…"
It had been rare for Senior Fang to act normal all day.
Lin Yu had almost forgotten her usual way of doing things.
But at the crucial moment… hah!
She had to pull off some awkward comedy, huh?
This time, it wasn’t just Lin Yu who was left cold—Fang Xinran herself was utterly mortified.
What an absolute idiot she was!
She’d wanted to mimic those romantic dramas, to properly express her moved and adoring feelings.
But instead of pulling off a grand, heartfelt gesture,
She’d completely fumbled it!
...
(Second update for today, with an extra chapter coming your way soon—stay tuned!)
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