"Um... calm down! Everyone, calm down!"
He tried to mediate the fight, his voice trembling.
Ling Qingxue's aura grew increasingly cold, and icy blue spiritual light began to gather at her fingertips, clearly indicating that she was truly enraged.
Ye Meier also suppressed her smile, her demonic energy surging as she confronted Ling Qingxue without showing any weakness.
The air in the living room felt frozen, or as if it were about to explode at any moment.
Ling Qingxue exuded a chilling aura, and her eyes were so cold they could scrape ice shards off.
Night Enchantress was surrounded by demonic energy. Although she was still smiling, her smile had taken on a sharp, confrontational edge.
Zhang Shaozhong was caught in the middle, feeling like his blood was about to stop flowing.
He had no doubt that these two big shots would tear down the newly renovated courtyard again in the next second!
"Wait! Wait!"
He steeled himself, spread his arms, and stood between the two men, his voice trembling, "We're all on the same side! Don't fight! Let's talk this out!"
"One of our own?"
Ling Qingxue's icy blue eyes swept over him, a look that sent a chill down Zhang Shao's spine. "You also consider her 'one of us' for what she just did?"
Ye Meier scoffed, hands on her hips: "What? What's wrong with touching it? It's not like I'll lose a piece of flesh! You're just being a hypocrite, aren't you? You can't handle this."
Seeing that the tension between the two was about to escalate, Zhang Shaozhong had a sudden inspiration. He suddenly clutched his stomach and let out an exaggerated groan: "Ouch! My... my stomach hurts! It must be because the hot pot I ate was too spicy!"
His acting was so exaggerated it couldn't be more exaggerated, but it worked surprisingly well at this moment.
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier were both taken aback and turned to look at him.
Ling Qingxue frowned slightly and subconsciously took half a step forward: "Could it be that the cold has entered your body?"
She thought it was her coldness that affected him.
Ye Meier also curled her lip: "Tch, so weak! Can't even handle this little bit of spice?"
Taking advantage of the situation, Zhang Shaozhong quickly climbed down the pole, grimacing as he said, "Maybe...maybe! I can't take it anymore, I need to go to the toilet! You...you guys continue...uh, just stop hitting me!"
Without waiting for their reaction, he clutched his stomach, bent over, and sprinted into the bathroom at top speed, slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside.
Leaning against the cold door, Zhang Shaozhong let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if he had just walked through the gates of hell.
He pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds outside.
An eerie silence fell over the living room.
After a while, Ye Meier snorted, seemingly losing interest in fighting, and her footsteps headed towards her own room.
After a while, light footsteps were heard from Ling Qingxue's side, indicating that she had returned to the spirit-gathering array.
Zhang Shaozhong finally relaxed completely and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
Being the "head of household" is like dancing on a knife's edge!
He sat on the toilet for a long time, figuring out that the storm outside should have subsided for the time being, before cautiously opening the door and peeking out half his head.
Sure enough, no one was in the living room.
Ling Qingxue sat cross-legged with her eyes closed in the spirit-gathering array in the courtyard, while Ye Meier's door remained tightly shut.
He tiptoed back to his room, locked the door, and only then did he feel safe.
Lying in bed, Zhang Shaozhong tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.
Her mind was filled with the breathtaking scene from just now—Ye Meier's fiery seduction, Ling Qingxue's icy anger, and that damned, heart-pounding touch...
"Damn it, who can withstand this..."
He buried his face in the pillow and let out a wail.
On one side is a bewitching witch, and on the other is a pure and aloof fairy. This choice is more difficult than advanced mathematics!
Moreover, after that commotion, he clearly sensed that Ling Qingxue didn't seem to be as completely indifferent as she appeared.
Otherwise, why would he get so angry just because Ye Meier kissed him (even though she didn't actually kiss him) and pinched her?
And then there's Ye Meier, this witch acts recklessly, but she seems to care a lot about Ling Qingxue's reaction?
This complicated relationship is a complete mess!
Just as he was lost in thought, a faint fluctuation of emotion, tinged with grievance and dissatisfaction, suddenly came from the soul contract—it was Ye Meier.
Immediately afterwards, there was a gentle knock on his window.
Zhang Shaozhong's heart tightened. Could it be? Again?
He walked to the window, pulled back a corner of the curtain, and saw Ye Meier standing barefoot in the moonlight, wearing only a sheer black silk nightgown, her curves faintly visible. She pouted, looking at him with a resentful gaze, and silently mouthed, "Open the window~"
Zhang Shaozhong felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively tried to close the window tightly.
But Ye Meier was faster; with a light touch of her finger, the window latch clicked open by itself.
She pushed open the window and slipped in as lightly as a night elf, bringing with her a fragrant breeze.
"Dear homeowner, how could you be so heartless?"
As soon as Ye Meier came in, she threw herself onto the bed, hugged Zhang Shaozhong's neck, buried her head in his chest and rubbed against him, her voice trembling with tears, "I was bullied by that hypocrite, and you didn't even help me~ You just hid away~"
Zhang Shaozhong's body stiffened, unsure of where to put his hands: "Big...Big Sister...please don't..."
"I don't care!"
Ye Meier looked up, her eyes actually a little red (she wasn't sure if it was from holding her breath), "You have to make it up to me tonight! Sleep with me! Otherwise I'll... I'll cry right in front of you!"
As she spoke, she actually squeezed out two tears, which clung to her long eyelashes, making her look pitiful.
Zhang Shaozhong had never seen anything like this before, and he immediately panicked: "No, no, no! Don't cry! I...I..."
Just as he was at a loss, about to succumb to the witch's "tears offensive"—
The doorknob suddenly turned.
After discovering the door was locked from the inside, there was a moment of silence outside.
Immediately, Ling Qingxue's cold voice came through the door, revealing no emotion:
"Shao Zhong, I just circulated my Qi through the body and seem to have gained some new insights into the chaotic Qi. Would you like to study it with me?"
Zhang Shaozhong: "!!!"
Night Enchantress: "!!!"
Ye Meier instantly dropped her pitiful act, her eyes sharpened, and she silently gritted her teeth as she looked towards the door.
Zhang Shaozhong felt like he was about to split open again! On one side was a witch with tears streaming down her face, demanding to sleep with him; on the other side was a fairy who used the excuse of discussing cultivation to actually come and "check up" on him!
What kind of human suffering is this?!
What should he do?!
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