The sunlight, like a mischievous child, peeked through the gap in the curtains and landed precisely on Zhang Shaozhong's eyelids.
He moved groggily, feeling a heaviness in his body, as if he were being entangled by something.
As consciousness gradually returned, the absurd yet thrilling memories of last night flooded back like a tide—Ye Meier's forced "sleep with me," Ling Qingxue's calm participation, and the agonizing experience of being torn between ice and fire...
He suddenly opened his eyes!
The first thing that catches the eye is Ye Meier's beautiful face, so close yet completely unguarded in her sleep.
She was still wearing that sexy and alluring black lace nightgown, with one fair arm draped over his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, her red lips slightly parted, her breathing even, and you could even see the faint shadow cast by her long eyelashes under her eyes.
And to his right... Ling Qingxue lay on her side, facing him, the collar of her plain white nightgown slightly open, revealing a delicate, jade-like collarbone.
She seemed to be sleeping soundly, her cool face appearing unreal in the morning light, one hand gently resting on his arm, her fingertips slightly cool.
He was completely "held hostage" by these two powerful immortals and demons, one on each side, and was unable to move!
Zhang Shaozhong's brain went blank again, and all the blood rushed to his face.
The scene was so beautiful that his eyes almost popped out of their sockets!
My heart was pounding like a drum, pounding against my chest, and I felt like it was about to explode!
He carefully tried to pull his arm out of Nightmare's embrace.
The moment she moved, Ye Meier let out a dissatisfied whimper, not letting go but instead hugging him even tighter, muttering indistinctly, "Don't move... my Shaoxing wine-infused chicken..."
Zhang Shaozhong: "..." This witch dreams of eating?!
He had just calmed down when Ling Qingxue on his right seemed to have been alerted as well.
Her long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her icy blue eyes, which were initially misty with the light of waking, froze instantly when she saw the scene before her—she was actually nestled next to Zhang Shaozhong, her hand on his arm!
A blush quickly spread from her neck upwards, instantly staining her cheeks and earlobes, even her delicate collarbone seemed to be tinged with pink.
As if burned, she jerked her hand back and instinctively tried to sit up and move away.
However, just as she made a move, Ye Meier on her left was also completely awakened.
"Hmm~ What's all the noise about..."
Ye Meier lazily opened her eyes and yawned. When she saw Ling Qingxue's embarrassed and ashamed appearance and Zhang Shaozhong's flushed face, she immediately perked up and revealed a sly smile like a fox.
"Oh? You pretending to be high and mighty, you're awake now?"
Instead of letting go of Zhang Shaozhong, she deliberately snuggled closer to him, looking at Ling Qingxue provocatively, "How was it? Did you sleep well last night? Were you touched by the warm embrace of our lord?"
Ling Qingxue's chest heaved slightly from her words. She glared at Ye Meier with her cold eyes, then quickly glanced at Zhang Shaozhong, whose face was flushed. She bit her lower lip, unable to utter a word.
She wanted to get out of bed immediately, but her body felt like it was nailed to the spot; an inexplicable emotion prevented her from moving.
Zhang Shaozhong was sandwiched in the middle, feeling the burning body temperature and soft touch of Ye Meier on his left, and the shameful and helpless look in Ling Qingxue's eyes on his right. He felt like he was about to suffocate!
This is nothing short of sweet torture!
"Well... um... it's dawn... shouldn't we... should we get up?"
His voice was dry.
Why are you getting up?
Ye Meier wrapped her arms around his neck and said coquettishly, "It's nothing, let me lie down a little longer! Honey~ I'm not fully awake yet~"
She started using that sickeningly sweet voice to whine again.
Looking at Ye Meier's appearance, Ling Qingxue took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind.
Instead of leaving, she lay down again, and... she lay down facing Zhang Shaozhong!
She reached out her slender fingers and gently smoothed Zhang Shao's hair, which had been ruffled by Ye Meier. Her movements were gentle, but her eyes held an undeniable seriousness as she spoke softly:
"Since we are already sleeping in the same bed, there is no need to stand on ceremony. Calming the mind and regulating the breath will also benefit one's spiritual practice."
Zhang Shaozhong: "!!!"
Sleeping in the same bed? No need for formalities?
Fairy, what are you trying to do?!
Your reason is even more outrageous than "my face is oily" from last night!
Ye Meier's eyes widened in surprise; she hadn't expected Ling Qingxue to be so reckless!
She immediately retorted, practically clinging to Zhang Shaozhong and breathing into his ear, "Exactly! That hypocrite is right! Head of household, how about we have another 'morning exercise'? I guarantee it'll leave you feeling refreshed!"
As she spoke, her restless little hands began to slide downwards again...
Glug glug~~~~
Glug glug………………
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I don't know how much time passed, but the sun was already halfway up the sky!
A series of extremely loud, thunderous intestinal rumbling sounds came from Zhang Shaozhong's stomach!
All three of them were stunned.
Ye Meier was taken aback for a moment, then burst into a thunderous laugh: "Hahaha! Hahaha! Lord Head of Household! Your stomach... your stomach is growling loudly! Hahaha!"
Even the usually aloof Ling Qingxue couldn't help but smile slightly, revealing a faint but genuine smile, and her icy blue eyes rippled with emotion.
Zhang Shaozhong was filled with shame and indignation. He pushed away Ye Meier, who was lying on top of him, and jumped off the bed in a disheveled state, stammering, "I...I'll make breakfast, uh...make lunch!"
He practically fled, rushing out of the bedroom.
Only Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier remained in the room.
Ye Meier was still rolling around on the bed laughing: "I'm dying of laughter! Hahaha! This silly boy!"
Ling Qingxue also sat up, straightened her slightly disheveled nightgown, watched Zhang Shaozhong's fleeing figure, gently shook her head, but the smile in her eyes lingered for a long time.
She glanced at Ye Meier, who was still grinning foolishly, and said indifferently, "Aren't you getting up? Wait until he finishes cooking, then you can go eat."
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