Zhang Shaozhong looked at Ye Meier, who was standing in front of his bed in a sexy nightgown and threatening to "sleep with him," and his brain went blank. The blood seemed to rush to his head, and his face turned bright red.

"Big...Big sister! You...you must be joking! The fairy is still next door!"

His voice changed, and he subconsciously pulled the blanket up higher, as if that would shut out the overwhelming temptation.

"Who's joking with you?"

Ye Meier raised her eyebrows, yanked off his blanket, and sat directly on the edge of the bed, causing the soft mattress to sink in.

She leaned closer to Zhang Shaozhong, her warm, fragrant breath brushing against his face. "If that hypocrite can kiss me, why can't I? I'm definitely sleeping with him tonight!"

As she spoke, she actually started to crawl into the covers!

Zhang Shaozhong was terrified and scrambled back, pleading, "No, no, no! Big sister! Calm down! Let's talk this out!"

Just as chaos erupted and Zhang Shaozhong was about to be forcibly raped by Ye Meier—

With a soft creak.

The bedroom door was pushed open once again.

Ling Qingxue, dressed in a plain white nightgown, stood quietly at the door like a solitary orchid under the moon.

Her cold gaze swept over the two people struggling on the bed, especially lingering for a moment on Ye Meier's extremely revealing nightgown and Zhang Shaozhong's panicked face.

The air froze instantly.

Zhang Shaozhong felt like he'd been caught in the act of adultery, wishing he could dig a hole and disappear right then and there! Oh no!

This is a mess I can't clear my name even if I jump into the Yellow River!

When Ye Meier saw Ling Qingxue, she was taken aback at first, but then, as if she had found a target to provoke, she not only did not restrain herself, but instead became even more smug and hugged Zhang Shaozhong's arm, resting her head on his shoulder. She raised her chin at Ling Qingxue and said, "Oh? Pretending to be high and mighty, you can't sleep either? Too bad, you're too late. Tonight, the head of the household is mine!"

Ling Qingxue didn't speak, she just watched them quietly.

That gaze was calm and unwavering, yet it made Zhang Shaozhong feel even more uncomfortable than having a knife held to his throat.

Just when Zhang Shaozhong thought Ling Qingxue would storm off or reprimand him coldly, she did something that left both of them dumbfounded.

She slowly walked into the room and gently closed the door behind her.

Then, under the stunned gazes of Zhang Shaozhong and Ye Meier, she calmly walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the blanket, and sat down as well.

"Since that's the case!"

Ling Qingxue's voice remained cool, yet carried an undeniable calmness: "Then let's sleep together."

Zhang Shaozhong: "!!!"

Night Enchantress: "!!!"

Sleep together...?!

Zhang Shaozhong felt like he was about to have a heart attack!

To his left was a bewitching witch in a black lace nightgown, alluring as fire, clinging tightly to his arm; to his right was a fairy in a plain white nightgown, aloof as snow, who had just calmly announced that they would "sleep together"!

What... what is this? Two women fighting over a man? Or... sharing the joys of family life?!

What the hell is this situation?!

Ye Meier was also dumbfounded; she hadn't expected Ling Qingxue to pull this stunt!

This is completely unpredictable!

"You...you..."

Ye Meier pointed at Ling Qingxue, her chest heaving with anger, her already revealing nightgown billowing with each breath. "You hypocrite! Have you no shame?!"

She hugged Zhang Jinshao tightly, glaring at Ling Qingxue: "You hypocrite! What do you mean?!"

Ling Qingxue had adjusted to a comfortable position, lying on her side with her back to the two of them, leaving only a cool and elegant silhouette and a light, airy sentence:

"With a contract connecting them, their breaths mingling, and them sleeping in the same bed, it is beneficial to their cultivation."

"What the hell is this beneficial to cultivation?!" Zhang Shaozhong internally cursed. This reason was even more outrageous than the "oily face" excuse from before!

Zhang Shaozhong stood frozen in the middle, not daring to move, his body as stiff as a stone. (Have you ever seen a fairy take the initiative?)

On the left, there was the scorching heat and rich fragrance emanating from Ye Meier, while on the right, there was the refreshing plum blossom scent and cool touch from Ling Qingxue.

Two completely different auras enveloped him, and the soul contract also heated up slightly due to the close contact between the three, conveying an indescribable restlessness that made people feel uneasy.

How can I calm my mind?! How can I concentrate?!

This is fucking more exciting than fighting the Ghost King for three hundred rounds!

Ye Meier was furious at Ling Qingxue's "taken-for-granted" attitude, but she couldn't actually kick Ling Qingxue off the bed (the contract didn't allow for internal strife).

Her eyes darted around, and suddenly an idea came to her.

She released Zhang Shaozhong's arm and wrapped herself around him like an octopus, her arms encircling his waist, and one of her smooth, jade-like legs unceremoniously draped over his lap. She nuzzled her head against his neck and whined in a sickeningly sweet voice:

"Honey~ I'm a little cold, hold me tighter~"

Zhang Shaozhong felt his bones go weak at the sound of her calling him "husband," and the feeling of her warm, soft body in his arms made his blood surge.

He instinctively reached out to respond, but when he caught a glimpse of the aloof figure on his right, he abruptly stopped.

Although Ling Qingxue had her back to them, the slightly tense shoulder line showed that she was not completely unaware.

Seeing that Zhang Shaozhong didn't react, Ye Meier became even more brazen, her little hands starting to wander, drawing circles on his chest, and continuing in a whisper, "Master~ look, even the hypocrite is asleep~ can we... do something... um? Something interesting?"

Her fingers seemed to carry an electric current, igniting clusters of flames wherever they touched.

Zhang Shaozhong's breathing suddenly became heavy, his reason teetering wildly on the edge of desire.

Just then, Ling Qingxue's cold voice rang out again, carrying a hint of chill that was barely perceptible:

"Night Enchantress, if you disturb my peaceful sleep again, I will set up the 'Mystic Ice Tranquility Array' around you."

Ye Meier froze, reluctantly withdrawing her hand and muttering under her breath, "Tch, boring! All you do is scare people!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Shaozhong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt a little inexplicably disappointed.

An eerie silence fell over the room.

The only sounds were the slightly rapid breathing of the three people and the shared feeling of their hearts racing, transmitted through their soul contract.

Zhang Shaozhong lay in the middle, with a fiery and alluring abyss on his left and a cold and dangerous snow-capped peak on his right. He felt as if he were walking a tightrope, and the slightest mistake would lead to his utter destruction.

After an unknown amount of time, perhaps due to exhaustion, or perhaps due to the nerve-wracking effect of this strange balance, the three of them finally began to breathe steadily.

In his drowsy state, Zhang Shaozhong felt that Ye Meier on his left seemed to have fallen asleep, and her arms and legs that were wrapped around him had loosened a little, but she was still snuggling up to him.

On the right, Ling Qingxue's breathing was long and steady, as if she had truly entered a state of complete absorption in the world.