“Hmm?”
Ye Feng, who was sitting on the sofa playing with his phone, noticed Xie Yuyan sitting down beside him with her hair still wet. Her legs were trembling slightly, and her face was flushed as she leaned weakly against his shoulder.
“What’s wrong with you? Did you exhaust yourself just by taking a shower?”
“I... I stayed in there too long, so I feel a bit dizzy.”
Xie Yuyan spoke weakly, barely able to keep herself upright. If it weren’t for her sheer willpower, she might have already passed out in the bathroom.
Feeling the dampness of her hair, Ye Feng quickly stood up. Xie Yuyan looked at him with confusion. “Ye Feng, where are you going?”
“To get the hairdryer. Look at you, you didn’t even dry your hair properly.”
“Ugh... I didn’t have the strength...”
Xie Yuyan slumped lazily on the sofa, her voice soft and tired.
I should’ve... I should’ve controlled myself... But the moment I caught Ye Feng’s scent, I just couldn’t stop...
Soon, Ye Feng returned from the bathroom with the hairdryer and stood in front of her.
“Move over a bit. I’ll dry your hair for you.”
“For... for me?”
Xie Yuyan had thought Ye Feng was just bringing her the hairdryer, but she didn’t expect him to offer to dry her hair himself. This gesture suddenly gave her a burst of energy despite her exhaustion.
“Well, didn’t you say you were too tired? Come on, sit here properly.”
“Okay~”
Xie Yuyan shifted closer to Ye Feng, and soon the hum of the hairdryer filled the air, warm gusts of wind blowing against the back of her head.
“Honestly, you’re probably the only person in the world who can exhaust themselves just by taking a shower. And here I thought you were a skilled assassin. You didn’t seem this worn out when we fought before.”
“It all depends on the situation. This exhaustion is internal, and it’s all your fault...”
“My fault? How is this related to me?”
Ye Feng continued to gently dry her hair, silently relieved that she had short hair, which made the process quicker.
“If I hadn’t been so distracted by your scent and lost track of time, I wouldn’t be in this state.”
“Click.”
The sound of the hairdryer stopped, and Ye Feng began winding up the cord as he asked, “What did you just say? I couldn’t hear you.”
“I said thank you! Can you hear me now?”
“......”
Ye Feng didn’t understand why Xie Yuyan suddenly blushed, but he patted her soft hair gently.
“When you’ve got your strength back, go drink the soup on the stove. Don’t let your health suffer.”
“You... you know? When did you see that?”
Hearing Ye Feng’s words, Xie Yuyan tensed up, frantically trying to recall whether she had closed the door properly after taking his shirt earlier.
“Of course I know. You were eating cold food right in front of me. Did you think I was blind? I’ll go downstairs later to get you some stomach medicine, okay?”
“Are you always like this?”
“Like what?”
“Are you this nice to everyone?”
Ye Feng was caught off guard by Xie Yuyan’s sudden question, and the atmosphere in the room shifted subtly.
“Of course not. Do you think I’m some kind of saint, spreading love and kindness everywhere? I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours...”
Ye Feng picked up his jacket from the cabinet and put it on as he spoke. Just as he turned around to remind Xie Yuyan of something, he found her standing right behind him.
“!!!”
Ye Feng was startled by her silent approach and stumbled back against the door.
Xie Yuyan was wearing a thin nightgown Ye Feng had bought for her. Because she was still warm from the shower, the buttons at her chest were undone, and the sight made Ye Feng quickly turn his head away.
“So... Ye Feng, does that mean I’m special?”
“Well, you’re the first woman to stay at my place.”
“Fufu~”
Xie Yuyan, looking utterly delighted, threw herself into Ye Feng’s arms. His words were like a declaration that she was the first girl he had ever lived with.
Clearly, Ye Feng’s words had a profound effect on her, but her body began to tremble again.
“Ye... Ye Feng...”
“What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell again?”
Ye Feng noticed that Xie Yuyan’s body was shaking in an unusual rhythm. Just as he was about to push her away to get a better look, Xie Yuyan suddenly closed her eyes, tilted her head, and kissed his neck.
“Mmm...”
“Huh?!”
Ye Feng was stunned by the sudden kiss, and he immediately realized that the spot she had kissed was where Li Mucheng had left a mark on his neck. He quickly pushed her away.
“Ugh~”
Xie Yuyan’s face was flushed, and she looked at Ye Feng with a dazed expression, as if she were drunk. She reached up with slender fingers to touch her damp lips.
“Hehe... I kissed you... Ouch!”
While Xie Yuyan was still giggling foolishly, Ye Feng gently tapped her head, and she blinked at him while clutching the spot.
Is this woman out of her mind? She seemed fine just a moment ago. What’s going on?
As Ye Feng stared at her flushed face, he suddenly remembered that when Xie Yuyan had kissed his neck, her cheek had brushed against his chin, and he had felt a burning heat.
Wait... could it be...
Ye Feng pulled Xie Yuyan closer, and she, clearly surprised by his action, opened her arms as if asking for a hug. “Kiss me~”
“Kiss you? Not a chance!”
Ye Feng quickly pressed the back of his hand to her forehead and felt the intense heat radiating from her skin.
“Damn it... she’s got a fever! Was it really the food?”
Ye Feng had no idea what Xie Yuyan had been doing in the bathroom, so he blamed her condition on the cold food she had eaten earlier. He felt increasingly guilty for not taking better care of her.
But in this urgent situation, he couldn’t just take her to the hospital. Instead, he decided to go downstairs to the pharmacy to buy some fever-reducing medicine.
“Xie Yuyan, stay here and wait for me, okay? You’ve got a fever, and you need to rest!”
Xie Yuyan tilted her head like a child, seemingly unable to comprehend his words, but her hands clung tightly to his clothes, refusing to let him go.
“Don’t... don’t leave me... don’t leave me alone...”
“I’m not leaving you. I’m just going downstairs to get you some medicine, okay? You’ve got a fever.”
Ye Feng stroked her forehead, the burning heat still unchanged. If he didn’t hurry and get the medicine, this woman might end up frying her brain.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
