The response I wanted isn't this one

"Yes? Is there a problem?"

Xie Yuyan narrowed her eyes, her tone unyielding, as if she had absolutely no intention of backing down on this matter. Her words didn’t sound like a question to Ye Feng—more like a declaration.

"How could there not be a problem?! How can the two of us possibly sleep in the same bed..."

Ye Feng was stunned. He hadn’t expected Xie Yuyan to say it so casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But how could he let her sleep beside him? He was a healthy, red-blooded man—if Xie Yuyan slept next to him, something was bound to happen. Shen Mengli’s situation could be considered a special case, but even then, her teasing often left him flustered. He had originally planned to sleep separately once Shen Mengli recovered, but now Xie Yuyan had returned unexpectedly.

"Why can’t we sleep in the same bed?"

Xie Yuyan tilted her head, her expression full of confusion. When she first met Ye Feng, she had to sleep on the sofa. The one time they shared a bed, she had to leave soon after. Now, some random girl could just waltz into his bed without a second thought—how could that not bother her? But what truly shocked her was that despite all this, Ye Feng still refused her request.

Why? How was this fair? She had worked so hard to earn Ye Feng’s affection, yet others could have him so easily. Why was she the exception? Why couldn’t she, when others could without issue? Why...

The blanket she had been clutching tightly slipped from her arms and fell to the floor. The light in her eyes dimmed as she stepped over it, slowly advancing toward Ye Feng before suddenly pushing him down onto the couch.

"Xie Yuyan?"

The sudden movement tore open Ye Feng’s wound, and crimson blood immediately seeped through his abdomen. He tried to resist, but the more he struggled, the darker Xie Yuyan’s gaze became—and the tighter her grip grew.

"Why... why... why are you treating me like this, Ye Feng? Did I do something to make you hate me? Or has that girl cast some kind of spell on you? How come she gets to, but I don’t? How is that fair?!"

Her body trembled violently, her voice rising with each word until she was practically shouting, pouring out all the injustice she felt.

"No... that’s not it, Xie Yuyan. The reason I did that... is because that girl has a physical condition."

"Oh~ A condition? So that’s the excuse for sharing a bed with you?"

At this, Xie Yuyan released her grip on Ye Feng and slowly sat up. Right in front of him, she pulled out a bloodstained dagger from her waist, then let out a soft, chilling laugh.

"Hehehe~ So, by your logic, if I just... maim myself, you’d let me into your bed too, right? Or maybe~"

She paused, placing a finger on her lips as she narrowed her eyes and smiled. But that smile sent a shiver down Ye Feng’s spine.

"Or maybe I should just cripple you instead. Then I’d have to take care of you, and naturally, sleeping beside you would be perfectly reasonable, wouldn’t it?"

"Xie Yuyan, calm down! That’s not what I meant!"

Ye Feng struggled, trying to break free, but her grip was like an iron vice. And judging by the look in her eyes, if he didn’t give her an answer she wanted, there was no way this would end peacefully.

"If that’s not what you meant, then what is? Did you really think I’d let you brush me off that easily?"

The dagger in her hand gleamed coldly, as if ready to strike at any moment.

"..."

Ye Feng fell silent for a long moment before finally speaking his mind.

"The reason I did this... is because of you, Xie Yuyan."

"Hah~"

She let out a scornful laugh, clearly not believing a word he said.

"Because of me? Really? What, do I have some kind of curse where I’ll drop dead the second I climb into your bed? Or maybe—"

"Because it’s you, Xie Yuyan..."

Ye Feng cut off her sarcastic remark, turning his head away in embarrassment, his voice growing quieter.

"If it were anyone else, I could keep my cool... but you’re different. We... we..."

"......"

"We’ve done things we shouldn’t have, haven’t we? I remember it clearly. Every time I think about it, I can’t even bring myself to say it out loud. Because... because you were my first..."

It was hard to imagine Ye Feng stumbling over his words like this, each sentence taking effort to force out.

Finally, he stopped speaking, and the room plunged into dead silence.

A long time passed. The pain from his wound was becoming unbearable, and just as Ye Feng turned his head to ask Xie Yuyan to get off, he noticed something strange.

The Xie Yuyan who had been staring at him with bottomless darkness in her eyes was now blushing furiously, her head bowed like a bashful young girl.

"Xie... Xie Yuyan?"

He called out hesitantly, unsure when she had even changed like this. For a second, he wondered if he was hallucinating.

"Mmm..."

Xie Yuyan bit her lightly tinted lips, then tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Every movement was delicate, cautious. As for the dagger? It had vanished without a trace. Now, she looked like a lovestruck maiden, her shy demeanor utterly disarming.

"Are... are you okay?"

Even Ye Feng felt his heart waver at the sight, but the memory of her earlier frenzy sent a chill down his spine, helping him regain his composure.

"Ye... Ye Feng..."

She slowly lifted her head, her bright blue eyes sparkling as she gazed at him with undisguised affection. Clutching his clothes tightly, she whispered shyly:

"I... I was also... my first..."

......

Hearing this, Ye Feng’s lips twitched involuntarily, his emotions a tangled mess. As endearing as Xie Yuyan was right now...

This was NOT the response he was hoping for!!!!!