The Request Between Seniors, Holy Light Kitty

Late at night.

In the bathroom of Fang Xinran's bedroom.

"Whoosh… whoosh…"

The showerhead turned off.

Tang Yimian, wrapped in the towel Fang Xinran had prepared for her, dried herself halfway before stepping out.

The slightly cool water temperature had done wonders to soothe the restless heat inside her.

The time was already half past one in the morning.

Tang Yimian had woken up from her drunken state and insisted on taking a shower.

She had even ended up disturbing Fang Xinran’s sleep.

Feeling deeply apologetic, she kept murmuring apologies as she emerged:

"Xinran, I’m sorry, really sorry…"

"I thought I was in my own bedroom and got up to use the bathroom."

"It wasn’t until you turned on the light that I realized I wasn’t at home…"

"No wonder I couldn’t find the bedside lamp when I reached for it."

"If I’d known I was at your place, I would never have woken you up!"

Fang Xinran sat on the edge of the bed, smiling as she replied:

"Yimian, this time it really isn’t your fault. I just couldn’t fall asleep."

"You’re usually such a sound sleeper, and tonight you even had some drinks."

"What made you wake up so suddenly? Did you have a nightmare?"

Faced with Fang Xinran’s questioning,

Tang Yimian immediately grew flustered and stammered:

"N-no, no nightmare…"

"I just felt a chill all over, so I… woke up."

"Maybe it was because of the alcohol?"

Her hasty explanation was full of holes.

Truthfully, she couldn’t think of a better excuse.

But Fang Xinran didn’t seem suspicious at all.

Her mind wasn’t even on the matter.

When she said she hadn’t been asleep, she meant it.

She was brewing a "life-changing decision" in her heart.

She just hadn’t figured out the right moment or occasion to make it happen.

As for why her bedmate had woken up in the middle of the night, she didn’t give it a second thought.

"Oh, I see. A hot shower should help you feel better."

"Come on, Yimian, let’s get back to sleep."

"There’s something I’d like your help with tomorrow morning!"

Fang Xinran patted the empty space beside her, her voice brimming with anticipation.

Tang Yimian: "Mm, okay, okay, I’m coming."

Something she needed help with?

She hadn’t heard Fang Xinran mention anything urgent during the day.

But Tang Yimian didn’t press further. Instead, she quietly lay back down.

Right now, it was better to keep her mouth shut and sort out her own thoughts.

The shower had indeed made her feel much better.

Except—it hadn’t been a hot shower at all, but a cold one!

Just thinking about what had happened in her dream made her heart race uncontrollably.

What on earth had she been fantasizing about?

She had actually dreamed of guiding her junior Lin Yu in writing a novel?

And not just guiding him—she had used Lin Yu’s "demonstration teaching method" in the dream to instruct him.

In the dream, it was as if she had unleashed some wild beast inside her.

Thank goodness it was just a dream…

Tang Yimian settled in and reached over to turn off the light.

But then again…

That dream had been kind of interesting.

……

In Lin Yu’s bedroom.

What the hell kind of dream was that?!

Nineteen times…

In Tang Yimian’s dream, she had struck him nineteen times.

And not just that—

Every single time, it was the same punishment: copying lines!

Twenty times each!

Like some elementary school teacher’s disciplinary method.

Since when did high school teachers make students copy lines as punishment?

At one point, Lin Yu had even tried suggesting they switch things up—after all, teachers in novels had plenty of other things to do!

But what did he get in return?

A merciless strike from the pointer.

And a scolding for trying to run before he could walk.

Had he ever been that strict when teaching Tang Yimian how to write?

He’d been nothing but gentle!

Damn his own cursed kindness!

Before entering the dream, Lin Yu had thought he’d drawn the luckiest straw.

But no—he’d drawn the short one.

And boy, had it stung!

Several times, he’d almost reflexively fought back.

Fine, fine.

The grudge was officially set in the dream.

Later, he’d have to settle the score with his senior in real life!

"Haa…"

Lin Yu let out a long breath, trying to calm his agitated mood.

The first dream had been a complete waste.

Now, all his hopes for enjoyment rested on the second dream.

Surely Maomao wouldn’t let him down!

……

As his consciousness steadied,

the scene before him shifted rapidly once more.

Lin Yu blinked and took in his surroundings, then glanced at what he was holding.

Lin Yu: "???"

Foam floor mats?

The room looked unfamiliar—definitely not their apartment.

Considering the scattered new furniture around and the task Maomao had taken on…

Could this be…

Maomao’s newly purchased home?

"Yu, take a break. The foam mats can wait."

"Let’s have some ice cream instead."

Maomao’s voice came from the doorway.

Lin Yu turned toward the blindingly radiant "holy light."

Maomao, clad in a pristine white dress, stepped out of the glow.

In her hand was an ice cream bar meant for Lin Yu.

Lin Yu: "…"

He knew that holy light all too well!

Last time in Maomao’s dream world, wasn’t that the effect Aunt Ruxue had when she appeared?

What was this supposed to mean?

Had the holy light… been passed down after clearing one of Aunt Ruxue’s trials?

And Maomao’s suggestion to take a break

meant he must have been working in the new house for a while now.

What was up with these two dreams?

First, he got beaten up by his senior.

Now, he was doing manual labor in Maomao’s dream?

Was he just here to be everyone’s punching bag and pack mule?

He hadn’t come to be a laborer—he’d come to be a creeper!

Today, no more work.

If Maomao said it was time to rest, then rest he would.

Otherwise, he’d be doing a disservice to that "dazzlingly white" dress of hers.

"Thanks, Maomao."

Lin Yu took the ice cream and tossed the foam mat piece aside.

Then he plopped down right on the floor.

Aside from the one in his hand, there were two more stacks of mats nearby.

If they laid them all out, they could probably cover the entire master bedroom.

Foam mats weren’t exactly practical, though.

They looked cute in pictures and videos,

but anyone who’d actually used them knew—

however fun they were to assemble, cleaning them was a nightmare.

For someone with even a hint of OCD, they’d have to disassemble and wash them just as meticulously as they’d put them together.

If Maomao was dreaming about them, she must have bought some!

Now that he thought about it…

Hadn’t he seen them on today’s shopping list?

He hadn’t paid much attention at the time, so his memory was fuzzy.

As a friend,

Lin Yu felt obliged to offer some advice:

"Maomao, to be honest… foam mats in the bedroom are kind of a hassle."

Maomao blinked, tilting her head in confusion.

"Yu, what do you mean by ‘hassle’?"

Lin Yu pulled out one of the mats and patted the spot beside him.

Hinting for her to sit down.

Her standing there all radiant and lofty made him want to pull her down from her "divine pedestal."

……

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