The hot pot meal ended in an extremely eerie atmosphere.

Ye Meier was so angry that she didn't speak to Ling Qingxue for the rest of the meal. She just fiercely simmered the meat, as if she regarded the bubbling red oil as an imaginary enemy. Every now and then, she would glare at Ling Qingxue, who seemed calm but whose ears were still red, with murderous eyes.

Ling Qingxue maintained her aloof fairy persona, eating her food in small bites. Occasionally, her chopsticks would accidentally touch the edge of her bowl, making a soft, crisp sound, revealing that her heart was not entirely unmoved.

Zhang Shaozhong huddled in the middle like a quail, trying to minimize his presence, focusing only on eating and wishing he could bury his face in the bowl.

The spot on his face where he had been kissed still seemed to retain the touch of Ye Meier's burning lips, and was still surrounded by Ling Qingxue's cool, soft kiss and faint plum blossom fragrance. The interplay of ice and fire made him feel confused and his mind was like a mess.

After finally finishing the meal, Zhang Shaozhong practically jumped up to clear the dishes: "I'll wash the dishes!"

He rushed into the kitchen with pots and pans, turned on the tap, and let the rushing water drown out his still-pounding heart and chaotic thoughts.

"Damn it...who can handle this..."

As he mechanically washed the dishes, he relived the thrilling scene that had just unfolded.

The fairy kissed him!

Even though it was a face, and even though the reason was so lame it made you want to complain, it was still a kiss!

And then there was the witch's kiss, a kiss that seemed to assert her dominance...

Zhang Shaozhong felt like a poor boy who had suddenly been hit by a huge lottery prize; he was a little dizzy, a little lightheaded, and a little at a loss.

Outside the kitchen, inside the living room.

Ye Meier hugged her half-person-high plush bear, plopped down on the sofa, vigorously squeezed the bear's ears, and said angrily to Ling Qingxue, who was sitting opposite her reading a book: "You hypocrite! You're so cunning! You always act like you're above worldly affairs, but you're quicker to strike than anyone else!"

Ling Qingxue turned a page of her book without even lifting her eyelids: "Nonsense."

"You're still pretending!"

Ye Meier tossed the plush bear aside, moved closer to Ling Qingxue, lowered her voice, and gritted her teeth, "Don't think I didn't see through you! You did it on purpose! What are you doing with the oil? You just want to kiss him!"

Ling Qingxue paused slightly as she turned the pages of her book, finally raising her eyes. Her cool gaze met Ye Meier's fiery stare, and she said indifferently, "So what if it is?"

Ye Meier was momentarily speechless at her self-righteous attitude, then became even angrier: "You! You're cheating! That's not fair!"

"fair?"

Ling Qingxue's lips seemed to curl into a very faint, mocking smile. "Talk to you about fairness?"

"you!"

Ye Meier's chest heaved with anger as she pointed at Ling Qingxue, "Fine! Very well! You hypocrite, just you wait! Let's see who can outmaneuver whom!"

She angrily picked up the teddy bear, turned around and rushed back to her room, slamming the door shut.

Ling Qingxue stared at the closed door, remained silent for a moment, then slowly lowered her head, her gaze falling on the pages of the book, but she didn't turn the page for a long time.

She reached out a finger and gently touched her lips, where the warmth of the boy's cheek and... a strange touch that made her heart race.

She closed her eyes, sighed softly, and a rare hint of confusion and...shyness flashed across her usually cool and aloof face.

After washing the dishes, Zhang Shaozhong dried his hands and came out of the kitchen. He saw that only Ling Qingxue was left in the living room, sitting quietly reading a book. Her profile was as beautiful as a painting under the lamplight, but the lingering blush on her earlobes added a touch of earthy charm to her.

"Um...where's the eldest sister?"

Zhang Shaozhong asked cautiously.

"I'm going back to my room."

Ling Qingxue didn't even raise her head, her voice remaining calm.

Zhang Shaozhong said "Oh," sensing that the atmosphere was still somewhat awkward.

He scratched his head, trying to make conversation: "The weather's nice today..."

Ling Qingxue finally looked up from the book at him, her icy blue eyes seeming to see right through him: "Are you happy?"

"Huh? No...no!"

Zhang Shaozhong felt a pang of guilt and quickly denied it, but his face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Seeing his flustered state and flushed cheeks, Ling Qingxue's coldness seemed to melt away slightly.

She put down her book, stood up, and walked over to Zhang Shaozhong.

As she approached, Zhang Shaozhong's heart began to race uncontrollably, and he instinctively took a half-step back: "Fairy... Fairy?"

Ling Qingxue reached out, not to hug him like Ye Meier had, but to gently straighten his collar, which had become slightly crooked while he was washing the dishes.

Her movements were very gentle; her fingertips occasionally brushed against the skin of his neck, bringing a slight chill.

"During the Foundation Establishment stage, one must diligently cultivate to stabilize one's realm. Do not... indulge in external things."

She spoke softly, her tone still as cold as ever, but the meaning behind her words made Zhang Shaozhong's heart skip a beat.

Indulging in external things? Does it refer to... women?

He looked up and met Ling Qingxue's eyes, which seemed to hold a sea of ​​stars, and there seemed to be some kind of emotion that he couldn't understand flowing in them.

"I...I understand, fairy."

He answered hesitantly.

Ling Qingxue nodded, said nothing more, and turned to go back to her room.

Zhang Shaozhong was the only one left in the living room. He touched his collar, which Ling Qingxue had just straightened, and then touched his cheeks, feeling like he was dreaming.

The events of that night were so overwhelming that he needed time to process them.

However, before he could sort out his thoughts, a violent surge of emotion, filled with grievance and anger, suddenly came from the soul contract—from Night Enchantress's room!

Immediately afterwards, his door was pushed open with a loud bang!

Ye Meier had changed into an extremely sexy and alluring black lace nightgown, which accentuated her devilish figure. Barefoot, she stormed in with an imposing aura!

She was also holding a... pillow?

"Head of household!"

Ye Meier stood with her hands on her hips in front of Zhang Shaozhong's bed, looking down at him with a spoiled expression that said, "I'm angry and need to be coaxed." "I'm sleeping here tonight!"

Zhang Shaozhong: "!!!"

He stared at Ye Meier's almost transparent nightgown and her ample bosom, nearly spitting out a nosebleed. He stammered, "Big...Big sister! This...this isn't quite right, is it?"

"What's wrong with it?!"

Ye Meier threw her pillow onto his bed, and said righteously, "That hypocrite dared to sneak away, but I can't come openly? I don't care! You have to sleep with me tonight! Otherwise... otherwise I'll go around saying you molested me!"

Looking at the alluring witch before him and listening to her unreasonable demands, Zhang Shaozhong felt like he was suffocating.

This seemingly perfect life of having two women on each side... seems to be heading in an uncontrollable direction?!

What should I do? I need help urgently!