Mrs. Zhang worked swiftly and efficiently, quickly preparing the small guest room.
Looking at the not-so-spacious double bed, Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier fell silent once again.
It's been a long time since the fairy and the witch slept in the same bed!
We used to argue a lot when we shared a bed, but now we're at Zhang Shaozhong's house!
Zhang Shaozhong was "assigned" to the sofa in the living room.
The old neighborhood was exceptionally quiet at night, with only the faint sound of the television coming from the parents' room and the occasional sound of a car passing by outside the window.
Lying on the unfamiliar sofa, Zhang Shaozhong was wide awake.
My mind was a jumble of thoughts. One moment I was seeing my parents' scrutinizing gaze, the next I was seeing the two big shots' various clumsy yet adorable antics today. I felt a mix of amusement, warmth, and an indescribable flutter in my heart.
He could clearly sense two completely different, yet equally turbulent, emotional fluctuations coming from the guest room—one tinged with irritability and awkwardness (Ye Meier), and the other a tension hidden beneath a facade of feigned calm (Ling Qingxue).
I don't know how much time passed, but the TV in my parents' room stopped, and the whole house fell into complete silence.
Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a small patch of soft glow on the living room floor.
Just then, Zhang Shaozhong heard the guest room door open with a very slight "click".
He immediately held his breath, closed his eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
A very faint, fragrant footstep approached. Without even opening his eyes, the familiar scent and the slightly guilty unease in his voice told him immediately that it was Ye Meier.
Ye Meier tiptoed to the sofa, squatted down, and looked at Zhang Shaozhong's "sleeping" face in the dim moonlight.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and Zhang Shaozhong could even feel her heartbeat quickening and the mix of impulse and shyness in her emotions.
Then, as if she had made up her mind, she quickly and lightly pecked Zhang Shaozhong's lips, like a dragonfly skimming the water!
The touch was soft and warm, carrying her unique and alluring fragrance, and they parted as soon as they touched!
"Hmph, you got off easy, you brat..."
Ye Meier muttered something almost inaudibly, her tone carrying a triumphant smugness and a hint of tenderness that she herself didn't even realize.
She squatted down and looked at him for a few more seconds, then, satisfied, like a cat that had successfully stolen some fish, she tiptoed and quietly slipped back to the guest room.
On the sofa, Zhang Shaozhong's heart almost jumped out of his chest the moment Ye Meier kissed him!
He barely managed to keep his guard up and not reveal any flaws.
The soft touch on his lips seemed to linger, instantly making his face burn.
That witch is incredibly audacious!
However, before he could calm his wildly beating heart, the guest room door was gently opened once again!
This time, the footsteps were lighter and more elusive, carrying a cool, icy aura like that of an ice lotus.
It's Ling Qingxue!
Zhang Shaozhong quickly pretended to be asleep again, but his mind was screaming: What's going on tonight?!
Why is a fairy out here too?!
Ling Qingxue walked to the sofa, but instead of squatting down like Ye Meier, she simply stood there quietly.
The moonlight outlined her slender, aloof figure.
Zhang Shaozhong could feel her cool gaze falling on his face, carrying a complex emotion he had never sensed in her before—curiosity, inquiry, and a hint of...tenderness.
Furthermore, upon sensing the lingering aura and emotions of Ye Meier, a faint, almost imperceptible, displeasure arose, like ice crystals shattering.
She gazed at him quietly for a long time, so long that Zhang Shaozhong's eyelashes almost trembled.
Just when Zhang Shaozhong thought the fairy was only there to visit and would leave, Ling Qingxue bent down slightly, her exquisitely beautiful face seemingly glowing in the moonlight, and slowly approached...
She doesn't want to...
Zhang Shaozhong's heartbeat went out of control again!
However, Ling Qingxue stopped a few centimeters away from his face.
She seemed to be hesitating, struggling.
The cool, refreshing scent brushed against Zhang Shaozhong's face, carrying a faint aroma of tea and an indescribable, cool fragrance.
Zhang Shaozhong could even count her slightly trembling eyelashes.
She could sense the internal struggle within Ling Qingxue, the fierce clash between her icy Dao heart and a quietly growing emotion.
Just as Ling Qingxue seemed to have finally made up her mind and was about to straighten up and leave—
Young Master Zhang is making a comeback!
He seemed to turn over unconsciously, and his arm "just happened" to wrap around her. Instead of letting Ling Qingxue leave, he made her lose her balance, let out a soft cry, and fell into his arms on the sofa with her!
At the same time, as Ling Qingxue looked up in surprise, and their eyes met so close to each other, Zhang Shaozhong quickly and impulsively raised his head, accurately capturing her cool, soft lips, and kissed her heavily!
"Hmm!"
Ling Qingxue's eyes widened suddenly, and her whole body stiffened instantly!
Her mind went blank, as if a thousand thunderbolts were exploding in her soul!
Those cool eyes were filled with disbelief, shock, and panic!
This kiss was different from Ye Meier's light touch; it carried an undeniable domineering and scorching heat, instantly shattering all of Ling Qingxue's composure and self-control!
She felt her Dao heart shake violently at this moment, as if it were about to shatter!
Instantly separate!
After kissing her, Zhang Shaozhong immediately "woke up," pretending to have just discovered someone in his arms, and released her with a "panicked" expression: "Xian...Qingxue? What are you doing here? Am I...am I dreaming?"
Ling Qingxue suddenly broke free from his embrace, staggered back two steps, and two unprecedented and extremely obvious blushes appeared on her cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears!
Her breathing was erratic, her chest heaving slightly. Her eyes, as she looked at Zhang Shaozhong, were filled with shame, panic, and a hint of annoyance at being offended. But deep down, there seemed to be a trace of... an unnoticed flutter?
"You...you're being insolent!"
She lowered her voice and rebuked him with a trembling tone, but dared not look Zhang Shaozhong in the eye again. She almost fled back to the guest room and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, the sound particularly clear in the quiet night.
On the sofa, Zhang Shaozhong touched his lips, which still seemed to retain the cool, soft touch. His heart was still pounding wildly, but a silly smile mixed with lingering fear, secret joy, and endless reminiscence appeared on his face.
He sensed it!
When Ling Qingxue fled back to her room, she was overwhelmed with an intense and almost uncontrollable sense of shame, anger, and confusion. Meanwhile, inside the guest room, Ye Meier was awakened by the sound of the door closing, and she could hear her drowsy and annoyed mutterings.
Oh no, after tonight, things will be completely unbalanced! And it seems he... has completely angered the fairy?
But why did he feel a mix of trepidation and indescribable sweetness and excitement?
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