Hearing the title of the TV series "Don't Talk to Strangers," Maomao visibly panicked!
As someone who has watched countless films and literary works in the entertainment industry, how could Maomao not have heard of this show?
The challenging role Lin Yu mentioned—who else could it be but the childhood nightmare "An Jiahe"?
Maomao tensed up, unsure how to respond.
So… was she about to… experience domestic violence?
The atmosphere had shifted from peaceful and lighthearted to something far darker in the blink of an eye!
What if Lin Yu got too into character and actually beat her up?
But faking it would go against Maomao’s serious and meticulous nature.
Lin Yu wasn’t surprised by Maomao’s reaction.
In fact, a faint buzzing echoed in his ears, making him hesitate to press further.
He didn’t want to push too hard and risk the dream world collapsing.
All he needed to do now was wait patiently.
From Maomao’s reaction, it was clear she had guessed what kind of scene was coming.
Today’s two dream sessions had left Lin Yu with a lot of pent-up frustration.
He’d been beaten up by his senior and nearly ended up as Maomao’s son.
The emotions he couldn’t release in the previous dream—
Well, he could finally let them out on little Maomao.
It was just a dream, after all. It wouldn’t affect reality too much.
As long as he kept things under control, it wouldn’t damage Maomao’s impression of him.
After at least two minutes, Maomao finally spoke hesitantly:
"Yu… are you going to… abuse me?"
"No, no, that’s not the right way to say it."
"Are you going to act out abusing me?"
Lin Yu scratched his head, putting on a troubled expression:
"Ah, maybe this request is too much. It’s fine, really…"
"I was already mentally prepared for you to refuse. It’s okay, I expected this."
"We had fun playing house today—no need to ruin the mood."
"This is just a problem I ran into while filming my assignment. I’ll figure out a way to overcome it slowly."
With that, Lin Yu forced a bitter smile, his face full of disappointment.
Seeing this, how could Maomao just sit there?
She quickly stood up—
Thud!
Before she could finish speaking, her head smacked straight into the ceiling.
"Oww… Why is this puzzle so well-made?"
Clutching her head, she crouched back down, her face red as she corrected herself:
"Yu, I—I can do it. I can act it out."
"If there’s any performance hurdle you can’t overcome, you can use me to practice!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
If Maomao was saying this, then…
Well, how could he refuse? Haha!
"Really? You’re really willing to act this out with me?"
Seeing Lin Yu’s slightly unhinged grin, Maomao felt a chill down her spine.
Was… was this still the Yu she knew?
Wait—
Had the performance already started?
That obsessive, deranged vibe was way too convincing!
But she’d already agreed.
She couldn’t back out now.
Besides, even if they acted it out, Yu wouldn’t actually hit her… right?
Maomao nodded, confirming Lin Yu’s question.
Just as she was seriously considering how to perform, she saw—
Lin Yu pulling out a "Seven Wolves" belt from his waist?!
Maomao’s lips trembled: "!!!"
A belt?!
Where did that come from?!
Lin Yu was wearing shorts today—how could he possibly have a belt on him?!
"Maomao, I’ve been carrying this around because I’ve been wanting to find someone to practice with…"
"Don’t worry, don’t worry! If it’s too much, we can just fake it a little. No pressure."
Without thinking, Maomao blurted out:
"How can we just fake it?!"
The moment she said it, she regretted it.
Maybe…
Faking it sometimes wasn’t so bad.
Her mouth seemed to move faster than her brain, completely forgetting what she was about to face.
Whap! Whap!
"……"
Lin Yu clapped with an intoxicated expression:
"Maomao, you really are different from the others."
"What I admire most about you is your dedication!"
"That’s why I’m willing to be your rival, to always accept your challenges."
"Only someone like you can become an opponent I truly respect."
"I know you’ll surpass me one day—I’ve been waiting for it!"
Ding!
[Brilliant move! The Holy Son’s respect and recognition fill the outer disciple’s heart with honor!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Maomao froze, stammering:
"R-Really?"
"Yu, you really think I’m a worthy rival?"
Lin Yu’s gaze was unwavering:
"Truer than the cigarettes at the convenience store!"
Maomao: "!!!"
Only those who truly understood life knew the weight behind those words.
He really understood life!
Hearing this, Maomao cast aside her hesitation.
She spread her arms and lay flat on the ground, striking a bold, starfish-like pose:
"Yu, go ahead. I’m ready—start whenever!"
Lin Yu’s heart raced.
Damn!
This "Lord Zhou, please whip me" display was way too stimulating.
Especially that pristine white dress—it practically invited sin!
For a brief moment, Lin Yu even wondered if he was actually a deranged abuser.
At the same time…
He couldn’t bring himself to lay a hand on a girl who was offering herself up so willingly.
Sigh.
If only he’d dreamed of Ying’er instead.
Her reversed personality would’ve been eager, not fearful.
Lin Yu gently reminded her:
"Maomao, your vibe’s a bit off."
"An Jiahe’s wife wasn’t like this."
"You’re making it hard for me to… you know."
Maomao was a quick learner.
She sat back up, locking eyes with Lin Yu, who was also seated on the floor—
Then, in one swift motion, she slid forward and clung to his legs.
"H-Hus…"
"H-Hus…"
"……"
She tried three times but couldn’t force out the rest.
She thought she’d overcome her acting block, but deep down, hesitation remained.
At the critical moment, Lin Yu stepped in to help.
"Maomao, your expression and movements are perfect!"
"I believe no one else in the apartment could pull this off like you."
"Scene partners like this—only the strongest rival can make it feel real!"
The moment he said this—
Flash!
The light returned to Maomao’s eyes.
All mental blocks and reservations vanished.
In a trembling voice, she pleaded:
"Husband… I was wrong… I’ll never do it again… Please don’t hit me…"
……
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