Lin Yu was not surprised at all by Little Fufu's reaction.
He was more concerned about the buzzing sound from just a moment ago.
As expected.
As Little Fufu woke up, the buzzing sound faded away.
This meant that the dream world had finally stabilized.
Taking advantage of Little Fufu's apologetic state...
Lin Yu finally could not suppress the restless little beast in his heart.
He walked over to Little Fufu, gently stroked her cheek, and smiled.
"Haha, why are you apologizing to me?"
"Falling asleep when we are alone together just shows that you trust me completely. That is why you can be so relaxed, right?"
"I am more than happy about it. I am not the least bit upset."
[Ding!]
[Brilliant move. The Holy Son's love and sincerity have deeply touched his Dao companion!]
[Reward: 100 Spirit Stones]
Seeing that the mood was just right.
Lin Yu gently pulled Little Fufu into his arms.
Being so moved, Little Fufu naturally would not refuse him.
She leaned comfortably into his embrace.
Immediately after.
Came their familiar, lingering passionate kiss. Everything fell into place naturally...
...
A long time later.
Ye Mengfu woke up in her own bedroom.
Her mind was still filled with images of Lin Yu by her side.
In her groggy state, she reached out and hugged whatever was in front of her tightly.
"Little Fu, oof!"
An exclamation instantly snapped the half-asleep Ye Mengfu back to reality.
She sat up abruptly in bed, relying on muscle memory to turn on the small lamp on the nightstand.
Mo Shangying rubbed her eyes with a wronged expression, slowly sitting up in bed beside her.
"Little Fufu, did you have a terrible nightmare?"
"You squeezed so hard just now!"
"I really almost suffocated, cough, cough..."
Ye Mengfu's head spun. "!!!"
She even stopped breathing, not daring to make a sound.
The things she had done with Lin Yu in her dream...
Ying'er did not notice anything strange, did she?
She had slept so soundly that she completely forgot Ying'er was sleeping in her bed today!
If she had only made some weird movements, that might still be a good thing.
She could easily cover it up with an excuse.
But if she had said something strange in her sleep, or made some weird noises...
The consequences would be unimaginable!
Ye Mengfu's brain completely short-circuited. She did not dare respond to Ying'er.
She had no idea what Ying'er might say next.
In reality.
Ye Mengfu was completely overthinking it.
While she was sleeping, Mo Shangying had been fast asleep as well.
Even if she had mumbled something, with Ying'er's ability to sleep through a thunderstorm, there was no way she would have heard it.
Ye Mengfu normally knew Ying'er's habits very well.
But the current situation made her far too nervous.
So much so that Ye Mengfu did not have the time to think things through.
How could she remember any habits at a time like this!
Initially, Mo Shangying had not thought much of it.
But seeing Ye Mengfu's anxious appearance now, she immediately sensed that something was off.
She revealed a sly smile, touched her own neck, and deliberately said:
"Hmm? Little Fu, is this mark on my neck from you kissing me in your sleep?"
"So it turns out you like... my type?"
It had to be said.
When it came to handling a flustered Ye Mengfu, Mo Shangying definitely had her ways.
With just a simple bluff, she baited Ye Mengfu into completely exposing herself on the spot.
Ye Mengfu quickly leaned closer to Mo Shangying, waving her hands repeatedly as she said:
"No, it is not..."
"Ying'er, I was not... I was just, just dreaming..."
This time, it was Mo Shangying's turn to be shocked.
She understood Ye Mengfu too well.
She would only show this kind of expression and rush to explain when she was caught red-handed.
Moreover.
Listening to Ye Mengfu's tone, she did not even question the claim about leaving a mark on her neck.
She simply pushed the blame for the action onto the fact that she was dreaming!
So that means...
What kind of dream would cause someone to do such a thing?
The answer was self-evident!
So it turns out that even the innocent Little Fufu would have such wild, youthful dreams!
What Mo Shangying was even more curious about was...
Who could be the male lead in this dream?
Maintaining a look of having expected this all along, she said casually:
"So it was a dream. That is fine, I forgive your rudeness."
Hearing Mo Shangying's words, Ye Mengfu visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
Right after that.
Mo Shangying pressed further:
"As a condition for my forgiveness, Little Fu..."
"At least tell me, what exactly were you dreaming about?"
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