Ye Feng couldn’t remember exactly when he had fallen asleep last night. The only thing he recalled was hearing a system notification in his mind just as he lost consciousness, though the content of that message remained a mystery to him.
"Haah~"
As the morning sun rose, Su Yuxin, refreshed and full of energy, rubbed her eyes and stepped out of her room, stretching lazily along the way.
Now living in Li Mucheng’s new estate—with her parents’ approval, of course—she had the luxury of sleeping in whenever she pleased.
But when Su Yuxin entered the living room, ready to greet Ye Feng, she noticed the uneasy expressions on Li Mucheng and Xie Yuyan’s faces. Puzzled, she quickly asked,
"Yuyan, Mucheng, what’s wrong with you two...?"
"Good morning, Yuxin," Li Mucheng forced a smile and patted the empty spot beside her. "Come sit down and have some warm water."
"Okay..."
Su Yuxin slowly took a seat next to Li Mucheng, glancing at Xie Yuyan, who looked utterly drained.
"What’s going on with Yuyan?"
"Well..." Li Mucheng hesitated, throwing an awkward glance at Xie Yuyan before explaining what had happened earlier.
"When I came out of my room, I found Yuyan sitting here looking completely exhausted. After talking to her, I found out that last night, the teacher and the others..."
To avoid upsetting Xie Yuyan further, Li Mucheng leaned in and whispered the last part into Su Yuxin’s ear.
Su Yuxin’s eyes widened in shock, her fair cheeks flushing crimson as she finally understood why Xie Yuyan and Li Mucheng were acting so strangely.
So something that outrageous had happened last night, and yet she had slept soundly, completely oblivious...
"So... Yuyan didn’t sleep at all?"
Her voice filled with concern, Su Yuxin carefully studied Xie Yuyan’s weary face.
"Probably not... And there’s still no movement from the teacher’s room. I’m guessing Mengli and the others last night..."
"Alright, Mucheng, that’s enough. We get the picture," Su Yuxin cut in, not really wanting to hear the details. Still, she couldn’t help but marvel at Shen Mengli’s stamina.
How did Mengli even manage that...? Or was it that Ye Feng had been holding back for too long? If it were me... could I have handled it?
......
As Ye Feng’s eyelids fluttered slightly, he finally woke up, his vision still blurry. His head throbbed with lingering dizziness.
"Haah... It’s already noon?"
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, fragments of last night with Shen Mengli flashing through his mind.
Things had gotten way out of hand. He didn’t know what had come over him—it was like he’d lost all control. Thankfully, Mengli seemed fine. That damn system’s "gifts" were just another way to torment him.
When he opened his eyes again, his vision cleared. He pushed aside the covers, about to nudge Shen Mengli awake, only to find her already gazing at him with bright, alert eyes.
"Me-Mengli... how long have you been awake?"
"Hmm... for a little while now," Shen Mengli replied softly, her lips curving into a smile.
Something about her tone felt off to Ye Feng, though he couldn’t quite place it.
"Then... are you feeling sore anywhere?"
"A little tired, and my whole body feels weak. But I know it’s because we went too far last night."
Shen Mengli nuzzled against Ye Feng’s shoulder, her cheeks warming as she spoke.
"I’m sorry... I should’ve controlled myself better..."
"It’s not your fault, Xiao Feng. I was the one who insisted... because I love you so much."
Her whisper brushed against his ear, tender and intimate.
"And after last night, I feel like something inside me has changed."
"What kind of change...?"
Though unsure why she’d say that, Ye Feng had a hunch. Taking advantage of the moment, he pulled up the system panel—and sure enough, Shen Mengli’s affection meter was now at 100%.
"Mengli, the system’s affection level..."
"It’s maxed out, right?"
She cut him off before he could finish, surprising him with how quickly she’d noticed. Still, he nodded in confirmation.
"Yeah. Yours is full."
"That’s wonderful. Now I can rest even easier."
Shen Mengli let out a long, relieved sigh, her heart brimming with joy and a deep sense of peace for Ye Feng. This was undeniable proof that her love for him had become completely selfless and unreserved.
"Feng, you should get up and freshen up first. I’m sure Mucheng and the others have been waiting in the living room for a while now. After all, today is a new day, and I’ve already had my fill of happiness."
"But Mengli, you..."
"I’d like to rest a little longer."
Shen Mengli tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, shifting slightly to make space for Ye Feng to leave.
"Besides... I need to properly savor last night’s... achievements. So hurry up and go, Feng."
"Alright... then rest well, Mengli. If you need anything, make sure to let me know, understood?"
"Mmm."
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