I Promise You

"Ah, I don’t mean to blame you. I just hope you don’t overthink it. Since I promised you before, how could I abandon you?"

"Mmm..."

Xie Yuyan didn’t bother to reply, clinging to Ye Feng like a little sloth, refusing to let go.

"Ye Feng, will you forgive me?"

"Well... I can forgive you, but there’s a small condition."

"What condition?! I’ll agree to anything!"

Xie Yuyan’s eyes were filled with determination as she looked at Ye Feng, her heart also tinged with a hint of joyful anticipation.

"Alright, here it is..."

"Yes! I’m listening carefully!"

Ye Feng glanced at the half-eaten bowl of rice on the dining table, took a deep breath, and stated his condition: "My condition is... Xie Yuyan, can you get off my lap? I still want to finish my meal."

"......"

After Ye Feng’s words, the smile that had just appeared on Xie Yuyan’s face was instantly wiped away.

The two stared at each other for a moment before Xie Yuyan replied in a flat tone, "That’s... that’s it?"

"What else? I just want to eat."

"No! Ye Feng, you have to add another condition!"

"Hmm... then how about you wash my bowl too? How’s that?"

"......"

Xie Yuyan was completely out of steam. She shot Ye Feng a resentful glare before reluctantly sliding off his lap.

Just as Ye Feng was about to reach for his bowl and chopsticks, Xie Yuyan unexpectedly snatched them away first.

"Xie Yuyan, what are you doing? Your bowl is over there. Why are you taking mine?"

To Ye Feng’s surprise, Xie Yuyan held the bowl and, right in front of him, began devouring the remaining food in large bites. After finishing, she even gave him a smug look.

????

What’s wrong with this woman? Who ever heard of snatching food from someone else’s bowl? If you’re hungry, just serve yourself!

After swallowing the last bite, Xie Yuyan huffed, "Now that it’s finished, I’ll go wash the dishes. I’ve fulfilled your conditions."

Without waiting for Ye Feng to stop her, she stormed off toward the sink, leaving him sitting alone at the dining table in silence.

In the end, Ye Feng managed to convince Xie Yuyan to return his bowl and chopsticks, but the price was... letting her personally feed him.

Thinking about this, Ye Feng couldn’t help but recall how Li Mucheng had done the same thing a few days ago. Do all pretty girls have this strange fetish for feeding others?

"Ye Feng, stop spacing out! Open your mouth; here comes a delicious bite of rice~"

"Xie Yuyan, maybe we should just... mmm!"

Before Ye Feng could finish speaking, Xie Yuyan shoved a spoonful of rice into his mouth without hesitation. At that moment, Ye Feng realized this was nothing but Xie Yuyan’s blatant revenge. Her so-called feeding was just a cover—her real goal was to embarrass him.

"Alright, alright, stop... wait... you..."

Though Ye Feng wanted to resist, the sight of Xie Yuyan completely absorbed in the act told him he had no choice but to finish the meal. Otherwise, she wouldn’t let it go.

After everything settled down, Xie Yuyan called out to Ye Feng as he sat on the couch after his shower.

"Ye Feng, there’s something I want to talk to you about."

"Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to stay safe."

"That’s not what I’m talking about!"

Xie Yuyan pouted, feeling like Ye Feng wasn’t taking his safety seriously enough. While he was in the shower, she had pieced together some details about recent events. Based on her deductions, the group sent to carry out the mission this time was a team of mercenaries skilled in field operations. While she secretly hoped Li Mucheng would be taken away during the mission—preferably never to return—she also knew that Ye Feng, as Li Mucheng’s bodyguard, would be in danger. In the end, she came up with the safest solution:

"What? You want to come with me? No! Absolutely not!"

After hearing Xie Yuyan’s suggestion, Ye Feng firmly refused, not even giving her a chance to explain.

"I’ve let you have your way with other things, but there’s no room for compromise on this!"

Seeing Ye Feng stand up to leave, Xie Yuyan followed him and said earnestly, "I won’t expose myself. Those guys are no match for me."

"No! Even if you’re strong, you still ended up losing to me, didn’t you?"

"I did lose to you... but so what? If you run into that group, Ye Feng, you won’t be able to handle them alone. You need my help."

"Sorry, Xie Yuyan, but I can’t budge on this. You’re staying right here and not stepping foot outside."

"This is illegal confinement! I protest!"

"Your protest doesn’t matter. Even if your organization has withdrawn, who can guarantee it’s not a trap? Or that some of them stayed behind to keep watch? My first priority is ensuring your safety. If you cause trouble now, it’ll only distract me."

Xie Yuyan knew Ye Feng was looking out for her, but she couldn’t bear the thought of him being cornered. In her heart, Ye Feng had become her entire world. If anything happened to him, she wouldn’t want to live anymore.

"But I don’t want to see you get hurt..."

After Xie Yuyan said this, Ye Feng fell silent, simply gazing at her. After a long while, he finally spoke, "Xie Yuyan, you don’t have to go this far for me. You should have a better life, not just sacrifice everything to repay me..."

"Then why do you go so far for me? On one hand, you tell me to let go of danger, and on the other, you pull me out of it. Isn’t that contradictory?"

"......"

"Alright, Ye Feng, if you don’t want me to go, there’s one condition."

"What condition?"

"The condition is... defeat me, just like when we first met. If you beat me, I’ll listen to you. But if I win, you’ll let me secretly follow you."

It seemed the only way to make Xie Yuyan obey was to make her concede completely. But was he really a match for her at her full strength?

"Fine, I agree."

In the end, Ye Feng accepted Xie Yuyan’s condition.

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