I Was Very Happy When I Was With Xiaofeng

"Mm..."

Ye Feng gradually opened his groggy eyes, feeling a stifling heat in his chest.

Did I fall asleep?

Before he could gather his thoughts, a pair of crimson eyes met his gaze from the pillow beside him. Outside, night had already fallen, plunging the wooden cabin into endless darkness. Only those glowing red eyes stood out vividly in the shadows.

"Mengli, you..."

"Xiao Feng."

Ye Feng had barely spoken when Shen Mengli interrupted him, her melodious voice sending a tingling warmth through his heart.

"Do you know? When I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was you... I was so happy..."

Her bangs partially obscured one of her eyes, and under the faint moonlight filtering through the window, her hazy beauty left Ye Feng momentarily speechless.

Then, Shen Mengli gently rested a hand on his cheek, her flushed lips exhaling scorching breaths that instantly charged the atmosphere with tension.

"Xiao Feng... I really like you..."

Ye Feng knew that if he didn’t say something now, Shen Mengli would undoubtedly steer things her way.

"Mengli, I accidentally dozed off earlier, and the bowl by the bed hasn’t been washed yet. It’s late—why don’t you rest a bit longer? I’ll be right back..."

Shen Mengli saw right through his excuse to escape. Without hesitation, she wrapped an arm around his waist and pressed herself even closer against him.

"Men... Meng..."

"Shh~"

She placed a finger lightly on his lips, leaning in until their mouths brushed against opposite sides of her finger. Though their lips didn’t touch, the visual impact was overwhelming for Ye Feng.

"Gulp."

Watching his Adam’s apple bob nervously, Shen Mengli finally murmured, "Xiao Feng... may I?"

"Mengli, please don’t do this. We’re way too close right now."

"May I?"

"Mengli..."

"May~ I~?"

Her words coiled around his mind like a spell, an inexplicable warmth urging him to make a choice.

"No... Mmmph!"

Clearly, Ye Feng had no right to refuse. The moment he uttered the first word, Shen Mengli removed the barrier between them, and the cabin was soon steeped in an even more intimate atmosphere.

"Haah... Hah..."

"Mmm~"

"Ngh..."

......

"Let me stay here?"

Xie Yuyan eyed Li Mucheng, who was clad in sleepwear, a flicker of confusion in her gaze. After the three of them had finished talking, Su Yuxin had returned home. Just as Xie Yuyan expected Li Mucheng to send her back to the basement room, she was instead invited to remain in the manor.

"Is that not allowed?"

Li Mucheng handed her a spare set of pajamas, meeting Xie Yuyan’s calm stare head-on.

"That’s not what I meant. Aren’t you afraid I might... do something to you?"

"I told you—I trust you. Let the past stay in the past. We’ll find our teacher together, right?"

Without waiting for an answer, Li Mucheng patted the pajamas in Xie Yuyan’s arms and continued,

"Get some rest. We’ll have a lot to do soon—for our teacher, and for ourselves."

"......"

With the sound of slippers shuffling away, Li Mucheng disappeared, leaving Xie Yuyan standing alone in the living room.

"I never expected... things to turn out like this. How could she be so willing to act this way? Doesn’t she fear one of us might steal Ye Feng away? How did she even come to terms with this mindset...?"

Though riddled with questions, Xie Yuyan knew now wasn’t the time to dwell on them. Clutching the pajamas, she retreated to the room Li Mucheng had prepared.

......

"Ngh... Mmmph..."

"Haah... Hah..."

Shen Mengli panted heavily, resting her forehead against Ye Feng’s shoulder, her dazed eyes savoring the lingering euphoria of their kiss. The intoxicating sensation seemed to melt her mind, leaving only the bliss of being with him.

Feeling the heat radiating from her, Ye Feng licked his own slightly swollen lips, her taste still clouding his thoughts. Thankfully, his resolve held firm against temptation.

"Xiao... Xiao Feng..."

Shen Mengli nuzzled her face against his shoulder, her body pliant as if she wanted to merge into him.

"I’m... so happy..."

"Ahem... Mengli, you should rest. I need some fresh air."

"No~"

The moment he mentioned leaving, she clung to him like an octopus, her voice growing even more coquettish in her delirium.

"I... I know my stamina isn’t as good as yours, but... I’ll work hard! I’ll improve just for you, to make you even happier."

She blinked earnestly, pecking his cheek between words. Yet her trembling limbs betrayed her exhaustion—even that brief kiss had drained her. Seeing her push herself like this, Ye Feng couldn’t help but feel guilty.

"Mengli, you don’t have to force yourself."

He wrapped his arms around her, partly to immobilize her and partly to soothe her restless energy.

"Mmm... Xiao Feng..."

Cradled in his warmth, Shen Mengli finally relented, too spent to continue. All she wanted now was to rest in his embrace. The fleeting pleasure of their kiss had left her exhilarated yet frustrated by her own frailty.

"I just... wanted to make you happy. Did I disappoint you again?"

"Not at all! You’ve already... done more than enough. Being with you feels so freeing."

Hearing his earnest words, Shen Mengli’s worried expression brightened instantly. She adored it when Ye Feng spoke of their happiness together. Looping her arms around his neck, she planted another kiss on his cheek.

"Me too! Every day with you is wonderful!"

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