Mao Ruirui's mind went completely blank.
She didn't dare turn around to face Lin Yu.
She could sense that Lin Yu was probably looking at her.
She could even imagine the utterly perplexed expression on his face.
What she never expected was...
While keeping her head down and her back to him, she suddenly saw Lin Yu's arms wrapping around her waist!
"What's wrong, Ruirui?"
"Why are you bumping into me like you're throwing a tantrum?"
Lin Yu's voice whispered by her ear.
An unbearably intimate question!
An unbearably intimate position!
For a fleeting moment,
Mao Ruirui forgot her nervousness, feeling instead a sweet warmth bubbling in her chest.
At the very least,
The ice between them had broken, hadn't it?
Awkward as the gesture was, it was still progress.
"I'm... I'm not throwing a tantrum," Mao Ruirui muttered under her breath.
A tantrum—
That made no sense at all!
What would she even be sulking about?
That Lin Yu paid attention to a dog instead of her?
Besides,
Mao Ruirui wasn’t the petty type.
But her behavior just didn’t leave her with a good excuse to explain herself to Lin Yu.
Seizing the opportunity, Lin Yu pressed further:
"If you're not sulking, why are you so stiff and keeping your distance?"
"You’re the one who bumped into me with your back!"
Mao Ruirui: "..."
He was right.
She had been the one to collide with him.
Now that he had taken the initiative to embrace her, why was she freezing up?
Summoning her courage, Mao Ruirui leaned back slightly,
Nestling like a delicate bird against Lin Yu's shoulder.
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! The Saint's broad-mindedness and magnanimous heart ensnare his destined partner!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Everything was unfolding exactly as Lin Yu had planned.
Earlier in the park, his attempt to push further had been thwarted by Mao Ruirui’s rationality.
In a non-private setting, people instinctively put up psychological defenses—
That was only natural.
After leaving her alone for a while, watching her stew in frustration, he knew she must have been replaying the rejection in her mind.
Now,
Using her own collision as the opening, Lin Yu resumed his mischief.
When someone is up to no good, patience comes easily.
Though Mao Ruirui now lay in Lin Yu’s arms like a couple in a drama,
The tension in her body hadn’t eased in the slightest.
Because she could feel it—
Lin Yu’s hand was moving!
Gliding along her waist, slipping beneath the hem of her top.
This time,
It was even more dangerous than in the park!
Back then, she could only sense his touch—she couldn’t see it.
Now?
With just a slight downward glance, she could witness every minute detail of his actions.
Then came something even more nerve-wracking...
"Ruirui, if you feel uncomfortable, just say the word, and I’ll stop."
Lin Yu’s gentle whisper brushed against her ear.
Mao Ruirui’s breathing hitched, her lips parting and closing wordlessly.
Rejection?
Was she really going to push Lin Yu away again?
If she spoke up now...
Would this be the last time?
Just moments ago, when they weren’t talking, she had already steeled herself mentally.
Boys his age tended to develop an inexplicable fixation on a girl’s body.
Once a relationship crossed into something beyond friendship, some boundary-pushing behavior was normal.
But mental preparation was one thing—
Actually seeing Lin Yu act on it left Mao Ruirui utterly flustered.
Her brief hesitation gave Lin Yu all the time he needed.
With a slight tilt of his head, he effortlessly captured her lips.
He had given Ruirui-jie a chance to speak.
She hadn’t taken it.
If she wanted to say something now?
Too late!
Opportunities are fleeting—miss one, and you’re entirely at someone else’s mercy.
Except,
What fell into Lin Yu’s grasp wasn’t an opportunity.
It was Ruirui-jie’s not-so-generous bosom.
Since returning to the sect, Lin Yu and his antique-collecting sister had become something like colleagues.
With just a touch, he could discern authenticity, size, quality, and texture—all in an instant.
A broad embrace wasn’t the only mark of excellence.
The springy resilience honed by years of exercise was rare and invaluable.
After his appraisal,
Mao Ruirui’s heart seemed to unlock completely.
No longer passively receiving Lin Yu’s kiss,
She turned toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck, responding with fiery passion.
When emotions run high,
Every movement and intensity speaks volumes.
Right now,
Lin Yu could sense Ruirui-jie’s near-surrender.
Because he didn’t even need to take the lead—Ruirui-jie was practically trying to suck out his soul.
If he had known it would be like this,
Why bother with dinner plans?
He should have booked a larger, more comfortable room and made his move right then and there.
"Hahaha, is this the private room?"
"There’s a beauty and a young man inside, right?"
A hearty laugh shattered their intimate moment.
Even Mao Ruirui, who was hard of hearing, caught it loud and clear.
Like a cheating wife about to be caught,
She sprang away from Lin Yu in a panic.
In a hushed, urgent voice, she whispered:
"Xiao Yu, that’s Sister Chunxia!"
The lucky dog’s reaction confirmed Mao Ruirui’s words.
Hearing its mistress’s voice,
It wagged its tail excitedly and dashed to the door:
"Woof! Woof woof!"
Its barks announced its presence.
Lin Yu met Mao Ruirui’s gaze and nodded firmly,
Acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
But a downward glance revealed—
Her T-shirt had been hiked up like a sports bra, barely concealing what lay beneath...
Mao Ruirui followed his line of sight.
Only then did she realize—
In the heat of the moment,
She hadn’t noticed Lin Yu had...
Pushed it up!
Both of them scrambled to adjust her clothes, rustling frantically.
The moment the door swung open,
They shot up from their seats, plastering smiles on their faces.
Mao Ruirui: "Sister Chunxia, you’re here!"
Lin Yu: "Sister Chunxia, nice to meet you!"
Song Chunxia sported short, permed hair and a gray mid-length ice-silk dress with embroidered cuffs and collar.
A pair of gleaming pearl earrings and a matching pearl necklace adorned her.
At first glance, her appearance screamed one thing—
"I’m loaded!!"
Compared to the slovenly Wang Biao,
Song Chunxia perfectly fit Lin Yu’s image of a wealthy matron.
"My apologies, my apologies! I’m a bit late—kept you waiting."
"Sit, sit, let’s chat properly."
"Oh my..."
"You must be Lin Yu, right?"
"Biaozi’s always bragging about this young friend of his—how outstanding, how handsome he is. I never believed him."
"But seeing you today, I realize I’ve wronged my husband!"
...
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