Morning. The sun was shining high in the sky.
A soft bed, a familiar scent, and a tickling itch in his nose.
Lin Yu was still half-asleep, and almost instinctively muttered,
“Quit it, Aunt Qin… Wasn’t last night enough for you, after so many times? Let me sleep a bit longer…”
Qin Wuyue, lying beside him, froze for a moment when she heard his words blurted out.
What’s this about ‘so many times’ being enough or not? What is this brat even talking about?
She wasn’t clueless—she quickly caught the meaning behind those words.
He… he… In his dream, could he be with me…
The mischievous smile she’d been wearing instantly turned bright red, and her entire body went stiff.
She’d been awake for a while already. Seeing Lin Yu still asleep, she’d thought about teasing him a bit, but she hadn’t expected the boy to be dreaming about this kind of thing. Several times, even…
Do I really come across as that desperate in your eyes?!
Uh…
She thought back to her own behavior these past couple days, and honestly… yes. She did seem exactly like a frustrated woman trying and failing to seduce an innocent boy.
Though she’d said last night that her image was already gone when it came to him, still!
Even if you dream about what you think about during the day, isn’t this a bit too fast?
Annoyance, embarrassment, and even a hint of anticipation she refused to admit swirled in her heart.
Anyway, feeling a mix of complicated emotions, she reached out and grabbed the brat who was busy having his dirty dreams.
“Get up, you! No more sleeping!”
Jolted by the sudden attack, Lin Yu’s body shot upright, though his soul seemed to be left behind on the bed.
“What’s wrong? Huh?”
He stared around blankly, his gaze finally settling on Qin Wuyue’s blushing face.
“Aunt Qin, what are you doing here?” He yawned, rubbed his eyes, and asked offhandedly.
“What do you mean, what am I doing here? What were you just…” The last word—“dreaming”—got stuck in her throat and never made it out.
“Just now I…” At that moment, his soul returned to his body. He mostly recalled what he’d just said, and his mouth twitched.
“Aunt Qin, I was just talking in my sleep, you believe me, right?”
“Hmph, do I believe you? Of course I do. Who ever lies when they’re talking in their sleep?” Qin Wuyue narrowed her eyes and smiled at him.
Lin Yu’s heart skipped a beat at her look, thinking she might have figured something out. He rushed to explain, but Qin Wuyue didn’t give him the chance.
Before he knew what was happening, he found his wrists pinned as he was forced back onto the bed, with Qin Wuyue straddling his waist and stomach.
“Xiao Yu~”
Her voice, soft and teasing, brushed his ears, but he was in no mood to enjoy it. “Uh, uh?”
Qin Wuyue flicked out her pink tongue and licked the corner of her lips. “See this nightgown Aunt Qin’s wearing? Lan Lan’s. Want to try what the Chief’s scent is like?”
To be honest, he didn’t. The style of this nightgown was very modest, with a top and bottoms, absolutely nothing sexy about it.
But at a time like this, his heart still thudded involuntarily, not because of any wild thoughts, but purely because the scene was all too familiar.
If he dared to say that line, it would feel even more like it—but he didn’t dare. Who knew what this woman would pull if he did.
“Aunt Qin, what are you talking about? Can you get up first? This is a bit…”
Mornings always brought a bit of awkwardness, especially in this kind of position.
Qin Wuyue seemed to notice as well, her blush deepening. But her resolve to embarrass the brat kept her firmly seated, and she even gave a little wiggle.
“Hiss…” That only made it even more awkward for Lin Yu, who turned away to avoid looking at her.
Seeing the tension on his face, Qin Wuyue thought she was finally getting the reaction she wanted and decided to press a little harder.
Bit by bit, she leaned down, their chests nearly touching.
“By the way, Xiao Yu, you had quite a nice dream last night. Several times, too. Is this the image Aunt Qin has in your heart, hmm?”
She thought for sure this teasing would leave the innocent boy thoroughly flustered, but she was wrong. The two of them were never on the same wavelength to begin with.
“Dream?” Lin Yu paused, struggling to recall what had just happened. It did seem like he’d been talking in his sleep.
So, she didn’t really know anything. She just thought I was having a spring dream, not anything else.
“Whew…” With that thought, he let out a long, relieved sigh.
But this only left Qin Wuyue confused, at a loss for words. “You… what’s with you…”
Lin Yu looked at her, his face filled with embarrassment and apology, but his eyes calm and unruffled.
“It’s nothing. Aunt Qin, I think you understand too—I’m a physically and mentally healthy young man, so having these kinds of dreams occasionally is normal, right? Sorry, I’ll try to be more careful next time.”
After saying this, he deliberately turned his face away again, as if he really was mortified.
His smooth and natural acting left Qin Wuyue completely at a loss.
This… this isn’t right. Just now, this brat seemed so flustered, but now he’s suddenly so… calm?
A huge wave of confusion swelled in her chest, leaving her feeling stuck and even more embarrassed the more she tried.
At that thought, Qin Wuyue grew a little angry—not just at Lin Yu, but at herself as well.
She’d always been competitive, never willing to lose. How could she accept this kind of humiliation?
How many times had she been tripped up by this brat already? This time, she had to get back at him. If he didn’t have to leave the room covering himself, she’d take his surname!
Her actions seemed contradictory, but on closer thought, they made sense.
As the saying goes, afraid he’ll come but also afraid he won’t; afraid he’ll tease, but even more afraid it’s only teasing.
She pressed down again, this time landing her full weight completely.
She could feel it—the boy beneath her looked calm, but his body was already taut with tension.
Hmph… hmph hmph…
He says no, but his body’s honest enough.
Though she was just as embarrassed herself, she still thought this way, as if she were the one getting the better deal.
“Xiao Yu~” Her hot breath brushed his reddening ear. “Don’t you want your dreams to come true~?”
Lin Yu’s forehead was slick with sweat. No way, she’s not really going to go that far, is she? Please, anything but that!
He sometimes suspected he had a touch of gynophobia. His mind could imagine plenty, but his body wouldn’t cooperate.
The difference in strength left him completely helpless.
To put it bluntly, he still didn’t really understand Qin Wuyue—not deeply, anyway. Back then, her attitude had ensured he could never truly see through her.
If he just said “I want to,” Qin Wuyue would have gotten up right away, teased him, and then cheerfully left.
But like this, the more Lin Yu tensed up, the more excited Qin Wuyue became. It was as if the two were locked in a standoff.
Seeing his continued silence, Qin Wuyue got stubborn. You little brat, not even a reaction from you now?
Caught up in the moment, she no longer cared about being the initiator. She was going to teach this mouthy kid a lesson.
She grabbed his face and made him look at her, forcing herself to meet his gaze and slowly inching closer.
Just as their lips were about to meet, the sound of the door unlocking rang out.
No need to guess—Lan Lan was finally home after her late shift.