"Maomao: Is that Yu?"
"ZerO: Yep, it's me. Maomao, you're still awake?"
"ZerO: Did you have a nightmare and wake up suddenly in the middle of the night?"
"Maomao: How did you know? I did dream, but it wasn’t a nightmare."
"ZerO: Did you dream about me?"
"Maomao: Mhm."
"……"
Lin Yu stared at their chat log: "!!!"
That rebellious little disciple of his, Ying'er, had taken advantage of him sleeping to flirt with Maomao under his name.
Luckily, their conversation didn’t last too long.
When Ying'er asked what the dream was about, Maomao didn’t give a straightforward answer.
If the content hadn’t been so… restricted, Maomao probably would’ve spilled everything.
Later in the chat, Maomao even let slip a bit of her feelings.
She mentioned dreaming about Lin Yu frequently lately—something that had never happened with anyone else before.
The rest of the conversation seemed to revolve around recent events and follow-up work on Project 860.
Ying'er lay sprawled on Lin Yu’s bed, wrapping herself in his summer quilt.
With a mischievous grin, she said:
"Relax, Master, hehe."
"I know what to say and what not to say."
"You don’t think I’m that socially clueless, do you?"
"When you brought that silly cat to the apartment, don’t tell me you had no thoughts about it. I wouldn’t believe you."
"And if it’s her… at least she’s healthy, no diseases!"
Lin Yu’s eyebrows twitched, his expression twisted as he stared at Ying'er.
In this kind of world, with this kind of social climate…
A girl who could say something like that so casually…
There was only one person in the entire world who’d do it—Ying'er.
Even if she said it outright, Lin Yu couldn’t possibly respond with something vulgar in front of her.
He walked straight to the cabinet and pulled out a brand-new white towel.
Then, he returned to the bed and tossed it at Ying'er.
Ying'er tilted her head, eyeing the towel suspiciously:
"???"
"Master, what’s this for?"
"I smell nice, don’t I? Do I need another shower?"
Lin Yu shook his head and explained:
"Don’t misunderstand. It’s not for bathing."
"It’s for… silencing you!"
Ying'er shuddered instantly: "!!!"
……
Not long after.
[Ding!]
[Heavenly Show of Skill—the Saint’s mastery of his Dao Partner’s reverse physique leaves her intoxicated with ecstasy!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Heavenly Show of Skill—the Saint’s…]
[Ding!]
[……]
The "roleplay as An Jiahe" that hadn’t been fulfilled in Maomao’s dream was thoroughly realized early in the morning… with Ying'er.
With every move Lin Yu made, the system kept rewarding him with positive feedback.
Doing this to Ying'er? No need to worry about traumatizing her.
The only concern was… whether she’d become addicted to this feeling!
Ying'er had some awareness of her own… special traits.
But she’d never asked Lin Yu to push them to the limit.
She had no idea just how deep that "bottom" really was.
Coming over this morning to "prank" Little Yu—did she really have no ulterior motives?
She’d specifically taken a shower before coming!
Who would’ve thought?
The combination of action and the chat logs had provoked such a… ferocious side of Lin Yu.
Not just ferocious in that way—he hit hard too!
If I had known Ying'er couldn't handle the stimulation so easily, I should have bought that universal key earlier.
If it weren't for Ying'er, why would she have bought such a thing in the first place?
"Hah... hah..."
Ying'er removed the towel from her mouth, gasping for fresh air.
Yet.
Before she could even catch her breath, another drop of wax—simultaneously cold and hot—landed on her skin.
Ying'er quickly bit down on the towel again: "!!!"
That's right.
It wasn’t her imagination!
The sensation was both icy and scorching, defying description.
Just how many hidden treasures did Lin Yu have?
They’d used something similar before, but the experience was nothing like this!
Lin Yu watched as Ying'er completely surrendered to the moment, his mind reeling.
Finally, it dawned on him why this little minx had come looking for him so early in the morning.
Clearly, the whispers circulating among the residents of the apartment had stirred up quite a storm of jealousy in her.
The more a girl claimed not to care, the more fiercely she cared deep down.
Lin Yu gripped Ying'er’s shoulders, turning her to face him:
"Ying'er, I have zero interest in any of the girls you’ve picked for me."
"But you..."
"You’re never allowed to leave me!"
"If I ever find out you’ve been eyeing someone else, I’ll make sure you regret it."
Ying'er momentarily released the towel, her eyes glazed with desire as she murmured weakly:
"Am I... not good enough for you now?"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Damn!
Ying'er really knew how to escalate things.
Having such a partner meant he’d better start working out.
Otherwise, one day, this terrifying little enchantress would devour him whole.
...
7:55 AM.
After carefully managing their time, the two finally wrapped up their morning antics.
"There’s food in the fridge. You can sleep in if you need to recover."
"Ying'er, I’m heading downstairs now. You can—"
Lin Yu trailed off mid-sentence.
He realized Ying'er wasn’t hearing a word he said.
Exhausted from the intense session, she had already fallen into a deep slumber.
Even in sleep, a satisfied smile lingered on her lips.
Lin Yu stepped closer, pulling the blanket over her.
He planted a soft kiss on her forehead before leaving, thoroughly pleased.
Nothing like good fortune to lift the spirits!
Starting the day like this was the perfect way to fuel an exciting morning.
Luckily, his perfectly timed descent didn’t make him miss anything important.
Maomao and Xia Yiwei were still waiting on the first floor.
In the kitchen, Aunt Qimeng spotted Lin Yu and immediately waved him over for breakfast.
This morning’s meal had been prepared by Chi Qingshui and another helper, leaving Aunt Qimeng to play the assistant.
By the time Lin Yu arrived, Chi Qingshui and the others were already eating with Aunt Qimeng.
"Aren’t Maomao and Sister Yiwei eating?"
"They look pretty serious—what’s going on?"
Lin Yu sat down, curiosity piqued.
Seemed like Aunt Ruxue was still upstairs?
The second challenge was supposed to be announced today, and everyone was eager to find out what it would be.
Chi Qingshui explained:
"I asked them, but they said they weren’t hungry."
"They’ve been up since really early."
"When I came down around 7, they were already here."
Lin Yu nodded, unsurprised.
Nervousness was inevitable.
Even though Maomao had cleared the first round,
the uncertainty of what lay ahead was enough to unsettle anyone.
...
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