Does the Honest Holy Father Have to be a Heartthrob Too? [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

The night was as thick as ink.

Outside the window, the sound of the rain pitter-pattered incessantly. It did not stop.

Lin Min was completely unaware of what had just occurred. After arranging the guest rooms on the second floor for the players, he picked up his blind cane and felt his way back to his own bedroom on the same floor to rest.

Perhaps because the rain was intensifying, even the indoor temperature seemed to drop. Lin Min felt inexplicably cold. When he emerged from the bathroom, water was still dripping from his hair. At his ear, the voice of 0766 chimed in: “Host, now is a great opportunity to increase your Saint Value!”

“Plot generating.”

“You notice the players have been caught in the rain. Out of concern, you decide to bring them a cup of ginger tea to ward off the cold. However, you fail to notice that your attire is somewhat inappropriate. In the dead of night, wearing only thin pajamas, you are misunderstood by the players as trying to seduce them.”

“They will mock you and then shut you out of the room.”

“Though you feel sad, you think of how they are not bad people but are simply misunderstanding your kindness. Therefore, you secretly swallow your grievance.”

“Mission Reward: Saint Value +15%.”

Listening to 0766’s announcement, Lin Min blinked his beautiful but hollow eyes sluggishly. His cheeks flushed slightly. He subconsciously lowered his head. Though he could not see anything, he could still feel the soft texture of the silk bathrobe against his skin.

“This bathrobe isn’t revealing. It is just a normal bathrobe,” Lin Min defended himself to the system in a small voice. How could this be considered seduction?

“Of course it cannot be this kind of bathrobe!” 0766’s electronic voice carried a tone of frustration. “You must wear the one in the wardrobe that looks very thin at a glance. Ideally, it should be silk, a thin layer with a loose collar that reveals glimpses of skin as you move. Only then can the plot effect be achieved! Host, the one you are wearing is too conservative. It does not meet the trigger standard for being misunderstood!”

Lin Min stood rooted to the spot in a daze. His wet black hair clung to his forehead, making him look even more helpless. Then, starting from his snowy-white fingertips, he began to tremble slightly with a crimson hue.

Did he have to go out wearing those kinds of clothes?

“For the mission, Host!” 0766 urged. “The system has already selected the appropriate outfit for you. It is the one in the small box at the bottom of the walk-in closet. It fits the plot requirements perfectly!”

Hearing that location, Lin Min’s face instantly exploded in a deep red. That outfit had been bought for him by Xie Mingyuan. Usually, no matter how much Xie Mingyuan begged him, he was too embarrassed to wear it.

Even though he could not see what it looked like, ever since he wore it once before, Xie Mingyuan had acted as if he had gone mad. Just thinking about it made Lin Min’s stomach feel uneasy. But since it was a mission, Lin Min bit his lip and eventually compromised.

He felt his way back to the closet and, following the system’s instructions, changed into the so-called “requirement-compliant” pajamas.

The fabric felt ice-cold and silky to the touch. It was indeed much thinner than the set he had just worn, and the neckline was cut rather low. As he walked, he could clearly feel the light fabric fluttering against his legs, creating a profound sense of insecurity.

Feeling uneasy, he pulled the lapels together. His blush spread from his cheeks down to his neck. “Is this really, okay?” Lin Min’s voice was weak and filled with uncertainty.

“Perfect! It will give the players a huge fright later. Let them pay for secretly playing tricks on the Host today!” 0766 affirmed, letting out an evil electronic chuckle. “Host, this outfit will definitely make that group of straight men cry!”

Lin Min did not care much about that. He just felt strange wearing such clothes. He suppressed the odd sensation in his heart, picked up his cane again, and headed toward the kitchen.

Because the kitchen had always been Xie Mingyuan’s domain, Lin Min expected it would take some effort to find the ingredients. To his surprise, he found them easily. However, the temperature around him seemed a bit off. The alternating sensation of hot and cold felt very strange.

Lin Min did not think much of it and started the fire to boil the tea. The steam from the ginger tea soon turned into mist. As he leaned closer, the mist drifted toward his loose collar. The moist heat felt as though it were lingering and entwining around him. When he unconsciously brushed it away, it felt as if something had licked him.

Smelling the spicy aroma of the ginger tea, Lin Min remembered that he rarely entered the kitchen in the past. The only other time he had brewed ginger tea was for Xie Mingyuan. He had not expected that the next time he brewed it, it would be for Xie Mingyuan’s subordinates.

He felt around to pour out the brewed tea. Carefully, with the help of 0766 and his own memory, he carried the tray barefoot toward the guest rooms on the second floor. With every step, the thin ice-silk fabric drifted and rubbed against his skin, feeling as though someone were licking his calves. It made Lin Min exceptionally sensitive and terribly ashamed.

He arrived first at Zhou Jin’s door.

Before knocking, Lin Min once again uneasily tugged at the collar that seemed far too loose. He knew Zhou Jin had always disliked him. He could already imagine how the man would mock him upon seeing him like this, but thinking of the mission, he bit his lip and knocked on the door.

From inside came the sound of impatient footsteps. Then, the door was pulled open abruptly.

Zhou Jin had just finished a shower. His lean, muscular upper body was bare, and water was still dripping from his hair. His face wore an expression of annoyance at being disturbed, but the moment he saw the person standing outside, his expression froze instantly and his pupils contracted.

Under the dim yellow light of the hallway, the beautiful husband wore a silk bathrobe that was clearly intended for a specific purpose. The soft fabric clung tightly to the contours of his slender body, outlining a thin waist and straight legs.

The collar hung loosely, revealing a large expanse of dazzlingly white skin and delicate collarbones. One could even vaguely see the supple curves underneath. His wet black hair clung to his cheeks, making that snowy-white face appear even more gentle and beautiful.

The husband’s bare feet stepped on the dark floor. His toes curled slightly. His hollow eyes held a trace of timid, unwitting confusion, exuding a sense of fragility that seemed easily broken.

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