Chapter 91: I Can Do Anything!

The instant the “message sent successfully” notification beeped, the reply came back instantly.

Lin Yu suspected that his little sister on the other end had been sitting there with her phone in hand the entire time, watching the drama unfold.

[Sister]: “Don’t worry, I saw everything through the micro-camera on your wristband just now. The situation is still under control. Your good brother there… at the last moment, he actually managed to hold himself back.”

[Lin Yu]: “Hold himself back? Uh… what do you mean? He really wanted to get on top of me just now!? 😰”

[Sister]: “Aiya, bro, I already told you to tone down your charm a bit. Look at yourself right now — for a man being devoured by desire, you’re way too stimulating.”

[Lin Yu]: “Tone down your big-headed ghost! Is this a charm problem?! He locked himself in the room now — what am I supposed to do? Should I just break the door, knock him out, and pour the medicine into him?”

She angrily hammered out the line.

[Sister]: “Bro? What are you even thinking? What I made is a suppressant, not some instant antidote you can just dump into someone.”

[Lin Yu]: “…Then what now?”

[Sister]: “Easy. Just sleep on the sofa for tonight. Set an alarm, get up early tomorrow morning, and show off the cooking skills you learned recently. Make a nutritious breakfast full of love for your beloved friend. Then… (^_^) slip the first dose of the medicine into the cup of milk you give him, and everything will be fine~ ( ´▽` )ﾉ”

Lin Yu stared at the screen in silence for a while.

[Lin Yu]: “Oh… that simple?”

[Sister]: “That simple. After that, just find a way to make sure he takes it once a day. I’ll adjust the formula based on your daily reports. Okay, that’s all for now — go rest, Lulu-chan. Tomorrow is a big day~ ❤”

“……”

Lin Yu put her hand down and stared blankly at the wristband’s standby screen.

A love-filled breakfast?

Drugging someone?

Hmm…

It sounded strange, but… it might actually work.

“Sigh…”

She rubbed her sore shoulder. Her current transformed state definitely added a lot of burden.

“Whatever, just trust that brat. Since we were kids, her suggestions were almost always right… huh?”

She suddenly felt something was off.

Didn’t Xiaoxue just say… once a day?

She opened her terminal and sent another message.

[Lin Yu]: “What did you just say?! Once a day?! What do you mean by that? Don’t tell me I have to cook for him every day?! 😰”

This time, Lin Xue didn’t reply immediately.

The “typing…” indicator flashed stubbornly on the screen, as if intentionally keeping him in suspense, savoring his anxiety.

After a long ten or so seconds, a new message finally popped up.

Not text — but a sticker.

A giant Hakimi face with a mischievous, human-like smirk.

Then, finally, text appeared unhurriedly.

[Sister]: “What else would it be? As a helpless JK girl taken in overnight by a kind older man, shouldn’t you repay his hospitality by taking care of his daily meals and chores…? Isn’t that a very logical and touching development?

(＾▽＾)”

“……”

Yeah right, screw you.

——

Luo Shaotian snapped awake. A hangover-like fog surged through his mind, making everything double.

It took him several seconds to recognize the familiar crack on his bedroom ceiling.

“ Tch…”

He smacked his dry tongue in irritation and sat up, his head pounding like it was splitting apart.

The power inside him was like a pack of caged beasts — after a whole night of being repressed, they were ramming against the bars, restless and wild.

But just before that ferocity could take over his mind, a mouthwatering aroma drifted into his nose.

Convenience store bentos definitely didn’t smell like this…

He frowned. The violence coiled in his chest was actually… dissipating slightly from the scent.

Still dizzy, he shook his head, got out of bed barefoot, and stepped out of the bedroom.

He hadn’t even changed before collapsing last night. Looks like he really shouldn’t drink before bed…

Eh?

A strange silhouette appeared in his vision.

In his long-unused open kitchen, a petite figure stood at the stove, wearing an apron, back turned to him.

Morning light filtered through the blinds, bathing her in soft gold that shimmered along her long hair.

She was on tiptoes, reaching for something on top of the cupboard. With that movement, the oversized T-shirt she wore lifted slightly, outlining the curve of her slender waist, while her smooth legs gleamed almost blindingly under the morning sun.

The sudden sight made Luo Shaotian’s brain stall.

“Who?!”

His voice came out rough and alert.

The silhouette jolted in fright, nearly dropping the plate in her hands.

She turned around in panic — and when she saw it was Luo Shaotian, the pale tension on her face softened with relief.

It was her.

That “Lulu” girl.

Memories of last night finally fell into place.

“G-good morning… sir…”

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito. She clutched the apron nervously, those deer-like eyes staring at him timidly, like a kitten caught doing something wrong.

“I… I saw you weren’t awake yet, so… so I, um… used your kitchen without asking… I’m sorry!”

Luo Shaotian didn’t answer.

He just stared at her.

At the oversized T-shirt that somehow looked good on her. At the tiny guest slippers on her feet.

A ridiculous feeling washed over him.

There was… actually a breakfast-making girl in his apartment?

“Um…”

Seeing him silent, she grew even more nervous. She pointed shyly at the dining table, her voice small and careful:

“I… I made breakfast… as… as thanks for letting me stay last night.”

“I… I can only make simple things… I hope… you won’t mind…”

He followed her gesture.

On the table lay a perfectly arranged western breakfast.

Golden toast, a soft-boiled egg, crispy bacon, and a small cherry-tomato salad.

Most noticeable of all was the steaming hot cup of milk, droplets sliding slowly down the porcelain.

Everything looked normal.

So normal it made him inexplicably irritated.

(…Kick her out.)

His inner voice urged.

(…Tell her your charity is over. Make her leave right now.)

(…Or finish the breakfast and then “eat” her next!)

“Um… sir?”

Her soft call snapped him back.

She had already set the breakfast down and retreated a step, standing like a maid awaiting inspection, head bowed timidly.

“Aren’t… you going to eat?”

He looked at her, then at the breakfast, then finally let out a cold, unreadable snort.

He pulled out the chair and sat down.

Silence.

Suffocating silence.

He picked up the fork stiffly.

Cut a piece of sizzling bacon, stuffed it into his mouth.

Savory, fragrant — perfectly done — waking up his appetite.

He chewed without expression, but his eyes were cutting the girl apart like scalpels.

She just stood there quietly, gripping the apron with both hands, head low — like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

The meal felt like an interrogation.

Eventually, Luo Shaotian broke the silence.

“Hey, kid.”

He took a big gulp of milk, the warmth soothing his sandpaper-rough throat.

“One question. Answer honestly.”

“Mm…”

“Last night, I didn’t… violate you, right?”

“…Huh?”

Her expression froze, eyes going wide.

“……”

A cold sweat broke down his back.

His instincts told him he wouldn’t do such a thing — but drunk, his self-control was unreliable.

Better to confirm.

“Hey, say something.”

“Uh… n-no, of course not.”

Relief washed through him.

Good… good…

She looked cute, sure — but she clearly wasn’t an adult.

Doing something like that would be too monstrous.

He took another sip of milk.

“Then who are you? Why’d you run away from home?”

“I…”

Her head dropped at the perfect angle, her voice small, soft, trembling…

“My… my parents… they… they want to force me to marry someone I don’t like…”

“An arranged marriage?”

He raised a brow. It fit the stereotype of that elite private school nearby.

“…Mm.”

She nodded weakly, shoulders trembling as if recalling trauma.

“They said… his family is rich… helpful for my dad’s company… But… but he’s so old I could call him ‘uncle’…”

Her eyes reddened as tears rolled down.

“So you ran away?”

“…Mm. I secretly sold the engagement dress and jewelry they prepared… got some money… I wanted to live on my own but…”

She lifted her watery eyes to him, full of fear.

“…But the money was stolen… and my ID and student card too…”

“That’s why you were in that alley last night?”

“…Mm.”

Luo Shaotian went silent.

A rich girl rebelling against a forced marriage… only to be crushed by reality.

Classic. Cliché.

But something still felt off.

Did this really happen in real life?

He almost asked why she didn’t go to the police — didn’t the law forbid forced marriage?

But he stopped.

Law was one thing. Enforcement was another.

From his years as a cop, he knew too well how these “family matters” usually went.

Meaningless to ask.

So instead, he asked—

“Kid.”

His tone sharpened. He leaned forward, eyes like a wolf.

“You’re not out here doing that kind of work… are you?”

He emphasized “that.”

“…Eh?”

She looked up, dazed and confused.

“I mean,”

He stared into her eyes.

“One of those girls who find kind older men online, and trade their bodies for money and shelter? A ‘compensated dating’ girl?”

The moment he asked, Lin Yu — disguised as Lulu — almost broke character.

She expected this question. Lin Xue even prepped her.

But actually hearing it out loud was unbelievably embarrassing.

Her face flushed burning red.

“N-no!!”

She practically yelped.

“H-how could you think that of me?! I’m not that kind of person!”

Seeing her look so offended and flustered made his suspicion fade.

He leaned back, wiped his mouth, tone easing.

“Good.”

A few minutes later, he’d cleared the entire table.

The headache faded… his body felt lighter…

“Not bad cooking.”

He gave a rare, honest compliment.

“…Thank you.”

She replied softly, still sulking from being wrongly accused.

Her wristband buzzed.

Of course — his sister urging her to proceed to the next step.

“Um…”

She hesitated, then raised her head, eyes pleading softly.

“Sir… can… can I stay here… a few more days?”

“No.”

He rejected her instantly.

As nice as daily breakfast would be, the kid was way too cute.

If she stayed longer… he might actually lose control someday…

On the other side, Lin Yu panicked.

Hey hey HEY, don’t screw this up!

If you don’t let me stay, how am I supposed to drug you!?

“Please!”

“No! One night is the limit!”

“But don’t you think my breakfast was delicious?”

“You—!”

That indescribable irritation rose in him again.

“I said no.”

He made his voice colder.

“This isn’t a shelter. I have no obligation to help you. It’s daylight. You’re leaving.”

“P-please…”

Her eyes reddened with tears — which she pretended, but convincingly.

“Sir… I know you’re a good person, so—”

“Good person?”

He let out a bitter laugh.

Good person?

Kid, if you saw how I break bones one by one, you wouldn’t say that.

“I’m no good person.”

He stood, towering over her, eyes icy.

“I just don’t want trouble. A random underage girl in my house — what would people think?”

“I… I won’t cause trouble! I won’t tell anyone!”

Panicked, Lin Yu grabbed his sleeve.

“I have nowhere else to go! I can cook, clean, do laundry — I can do anything! Just let me stay!”

He shook her off.

“I’ll count to three. If you’re still here, I’m calling the police.”

“Hey, wait—!”

“Three.”

“I—”

“Two—”

Holy sh*t!!!

Lin Yu was losing it.

This wasn’t in the script at ALL.

Her brain was exploding.

What the hell?!

Game over?!

Are you a damn eunuch, Luo Shaotian!?

A beautiful woman begging you like this and you’re STILL rejecting her!?

If it were me I’d have agreed ages ago!!!

“One!”

I’m done for! Done for!

He’s going to be lost!!!

I— I—

Ahhhhhhh—!!

“I SAID I CAN DO ANYTHING!”

Her mind blanked completely, logic evaporating.

She only remembered what happens in trashy novels and adult comics in situations like this.

“You… you don’t believe me?”

“You think… I’m lying?”

“Fine!! Then I’ll prove it!!”

In Luo Shaotian’s stunned gaze, the girl suddenly grabbed his hand—

And shoved it hard against her own chest.

“—!”

Time froze.

The sensation in his palm was overwhelming.

Through the thin fabric, he could feel her heart pounding wildly from nerves and adrenaline.

“Th-this… should prove it, right!?”