Such Great Evil

Watching Su Yuxin cover her mouth and hurry away, Ye Feng furrowed his brows in confusion.

"Is Yuxin... not feeling well?"

"Ah... well... maybe. She insisted on trying the fruits from the orchard today. Probably ate too much and now can't stand the sight of them," Shen Mengli explained without batting an eye.

"Is that so..."

Noticing the lingering concern in Ye Feng's gaze, Li Mucheng quickly spoke up.

"Don’t worry, Professor. I’ll take care of Yuxin. If anything comes up, I’ll be there for her."

"Then I’ll leave it to you, Mucheng."

Just as Ye Feng was about to say something, Xie Yuyan cut in first. She knew exactly what Li Mucheng was implying—this was her way of creating a chance for Xie Yuyan and Ye Feng to be alone.

"Relax, Ye Feng. Mucheng and Yuxin have been close friends for ages. There’s no one better to look after her."

"If you say so, Yuyan..."

Though still uneasy about Su Yuxin’s condition, Ye Feng chose to trust Li Mucheng.

"But if you need my help, make sure to tell me, alright?"

"Of course, Professor. I’ve had enough for dinner, so I’ll excuse myself now."

With that, Li Mucheng rose from the table, offering Ye Feng a soft smile before leaving the dining room. On her way out, she even threw a playful wink at Shen Mengli, who was quietly focused on her meal.

"Ahem..."

Shen Mengli cleared her throat, downed the last of her soup, and stood up as well. Her sharp eyes locked onto Xie Yuyan.

"Y-Yuyan, I need to talk to you."

"Sure."

Xie Yuyan nodded thoughtfully, sensing the urgency in Shen Mengli’s tone. Whatever it was, it must be important.

Ye Feng watched the two depart with a resigned shrug. Now that tensions between them had eased, he didn’t dwell on it. Instead, he quietly finished his meal, lost in thought about the day’s events.

"What did you want to tell me, Mengli?"

Once Shen Mengli led Xie Yuyan to the balcony on the first floor, Xie Yuyan couldn’t help but ask.

"Well, my progress reached 100% today. You already know that..."

"Of course. You mentioned it earlier. Congratulations, Mengli—you’re one step closer to ensuring Ye Feng’s safety in the future."

"Right. So... I wanted to share some things that happened yesterday. It might be useful for you later."

"Wait... is this something you’re allowed to talk about?"

"Oh, come on! Not that kind of thing! I’m talking about mission progress and related stuff!"

"Oops, my bad. I thought you were going to share some... experience with me."

"Ugh, listen up!"

Shen Mengli rolled her eyes before seriously explaining how Ye Feng had received a new reward from the system.

"So... the system judged that our current living situation no longer poses a threat, so the reward is actually something to help us grow closer to Ye Feng?"

"Mm-hmm."

Shen Mengli nibbled her lower lip, deep in thought.

"Since this is the first time it’s happened, I’m not entirely sure about the mechanics. It’s just a hypothesis for now, but I thought telling you might help."

"I understand. Thank you, Mengli."

Xie Yuyan nodded gratefully, her eyes warm with appreciation.

"Alright, tonight’s your stage with Ye Feng. I won’t interrupt—just try not to go too wild, okay?"

"You’re one to talk! Last night, you and Ye Feng were so loud I couldn’t sleep! I still haven’t settled that score with you!"

"Eep—!"

Shen Mengli’s face instantly flushed crimson, and she let out a tiny whimper.

"Fine, I admit I went a little overboard. But it wasn’t entirely my fault! Anyway, enough of this—I’m heading to bed!"

With that, Shen Mengli scurried back to her room, leaving Xie Yuyan alone on the balcony.

But Xie Yuyan didn’t immediately return to Ye Feng. Instead, she stood quietly, soaking in the stillness of the night.

Can I really do this? If I fail, will everyone blame me? But I... I just don’t know how to handle this...

Her delicate brows furrowed as she gripped the railing tightly. A chilly breeze swept past, sending a shiver through her slender frame.

I should head back soon. It wouldn’t do to keep Ye Feng waiting.

Just as she turned to leave, she suddenly sensed someone behind her. Instinctively alert, she spun around, her gaze sharp.

"Oh... caught me."

Ye Feng grinned and shrugged at the icy look on Xie Yuyan’s face.

"Ye Feng?"

Realizing it was him, Xie Yuyan immediately softened, retracting the killing intent around her. She hurried over, pressing herself against him and burying her face in his chest before murmuring softly,

"What are you doing here?"

"Just worried about you."

He patted her back, though the pressure against his chest made it hard to breathe.

Such sin... such overwhelming sin!

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