137: Chapter 137 I "played" too late last night

Soft jade in his arms, warm fragrance lingering all around.

Lin Yun slept exceptionally soundly, even his dreams tinged with a faint, ambiguous allure.

When he slowly drifted awake, the sunlight outside the window had already slanted westward; before he knew it, it was already afternoon.

In the quiet master bedroom, a lingering, ambiguous scent still permeated the air, clinging to the tip of his nose and refusing to dissipate.

He shifted his body slightly.

Beside him, Su Yingxue, Shen Youqing, and the others were sleeping soundly.

Their brows carried a hint of languid fatigue, and their long eyelashes drooped slightly, creating a beauty that was indescribable.

As his gaze swept across the corner of the bed, Lin Yun couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth—

Scattered there were various types of shy-inducing clothing.

There were lace nightgowns and sheer stockings—all intimate apparel meant to enhance their relationship.

It was messy, yet imbued with a lingering tenderness, the very traces left behind after the excitement of last night.

Lin Yun's lips curled upward unconsciously as he moved his arm gently, taking care not to wake the beauties in his arms.

He glanced at the time displayed on the holographic clock in the room—a quarter past two in the afternoon.

It seemed that the Combat Technique guidance he had scheduled with Qiao Shiyu, Bai Lulu, and Qiao Feifei today was completely ruined.

It wasn't that he didn't want to go, but seeing his wives sleeping so soundly, they really had "played" a bit too late last night, and... were a bit tired.

He really didn't have the heart to wake them up right now.

Besides, after that whole series of events last night.

He vaguely felt that giving each other a little time to buffer and process today might not be a bad thing.

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

Lin Yun's gaze swept over the "trophies" at the corner of the bed again, then looked at his sleeping wives in his arms, a flash of mischievous amusement crossing his eyes.

He gently withdrew his arm that was being used as a pillow, moved his body with extreme caution, and got out of bed without disturbing anyone.

Picking up his communicator from the floor, he aimed it at the bed and the corner where the clothes were scattered.

He adjusted to an angle that wouldn't capture his wives' sleeping faces but could clearly display the "scene."

"Click."

A faint shutter sound.

A highly "impactful" photo was captured—

The large bed, which looked messy yet filled with warmth and sweetness, and the various seductive garments scattered on the exquisite carpet.

As well as the lingering, romantic aftertaste that one could almost feel through the photo.

Looking at the photo, Lin Yun couldn't help but touch his own nose.

It seems... I've really been corrupted by Yingxue?

He shook his head and chuckled, but his fingers had already quickly opened the chat interface with Qiao Shiyu, Bai Lulu, and Qiao Feifei.

He sent this photo to the three of them individually.

Then, he attached a text message:

【Sorry, Shiyu/Lulu/Feifei. The older sisters also tried on new "clothes" last night and played until very late; they still haven't woken up yet.】

【The originally scheduled teaching guidance will likely have to be postponed until tomorrow.】

【See you at the usual place tomorrow.】

He checked it; there were no typos, and the tone was natural enough (and full of implications).

Send!

After doing all this, Lin Yun put down the communicator and returned to the bed.

He found a comfortable spot among his wives to lie down, preparing to take a nap with them for a while longer.

Hmm, as for what reaction the three young ladies will have upon receiving the photo and message...

That is not something he needs to worry about right now.

Or rather, he was looking forward to it with a bit of naughty mischief.

Qiao Family villa, pink bedroom.

Qiao Shiyu was hugging a pillow, rolling back and forth on her bed.

Her mind was still replaying the scene from last night where, as if possessed, she had put on that "surprise" outfit and then, in front of the mirror... the scene.

The sense of shame still surged like a tide, but it seemed to be mixed with a trace of...

A secret thrill that even she was unwilling to admit.

Just then—

"Ding-dong!"

The notification sound of the communicator exploded in her ears!

Her body stiffened, and her heart skipped a beat.

At this time... could it be...

She practically lunged over and grabbed the communicator.

Sender: Lin Yun!

Qiao Shiyu took a deep breath, held it, and tapped it open.

The first thing that caught her eyes was an image.

The moment the image loaded, Qiao Shiyu's pupils constricted sharply, and her little mouth opened slightly, unconsciously.

The background of the image was clearly a bedroom, with soft lighting.

The large, soft bed was slightly messy, clearly indicating that someone had just gotten up.

But what truly made her blood rush to her head instantly were the... clothes scattered on the corner of the bed and the carpet!

Those styles, those colors, those fabrics... they were clearly the types that the robot had brought in at the store yesterday!

She could even vaguely recognize one or two particularly familiar styles!

The older sisters... also wore them...

And... by the looks of it...

"Boom—!"

A massive wave of mixed shame, shock, panic, and an indescribable sense of excitement, as if she had caught a glimpse of an intimate secret, instantly engulfed Qiao Shiyu!

Her cheeks, ears, and neck were rapidly dyed a shocking crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She looked like a boiled shrimp, curled up on the bed, with steam seemingly rising from the top of her head!

Before she could recover from the impact of the photo, the text message she saw immediately after made her completely "smoke"!

【The older sisters also tried on new "clothes" last night and played until very late; they still haven't woken up yet.】

New "clothes"... played until very late...

These words, combined with that highly suggestive image, instantly triggered countless romantic and shaming associations in Qiao Shiyu's innocent little head!

The older sisters and Big Brother Lin Yun... last night... wearing those clothes... playing until very late...

That... what kind of picture was that...

Then, she associated it with herself last night... having also worn something similar...

Could it be... Big Brother Lin Yun sent this to me... is he... is he hinting at something?

Or is it... just a simple "explanation" for why it was postponed?

All kinds of messy, blush-inducing thoughts.

Like wild horses unleashed, they flew crazily through her mind.

They crashed into her, making her dizzy, almost to the point of fainting.

She buried her face tightly into the pillow, letting out repressed, tiny whimpers, her toes curled up in shame.

Meanwhile.

In Bai Lulu's cool-toned room and Qiao Feifei's more casually decorated room.

Almost identical scenes were playing out.

When that "scene photo" and that text message appeared on their communicator screens.

Both young ladies similarly went through the entire process from shock to exploding with shame, and then to brain overload and mental confusion.

Bai Lulu threw herself directly into the soft beanbag chair.

Covering her head with a pillow, her long legs kicked unconsciously, a vague, annoyed groan escaping her lips.

Qiao Feifei dove directly under the covers, wrapping herself up like a silkworm cocoon.

Rolling around inside, her face burning hot, her heartbeat so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

This afternoon, none of the three young ladies could calm down.

Lin Yun's photo and that message were like a giant rock thrown into the lake of their hearts.

It didn't just stir up ripples; it created monstrous waves.

Making their minds, already chaotic from last night's events, even more tangled and impossible to sort out.