After massaging and rubbing the legs of the two ladies all morning, Zhang Shaozhong felt that he had almost used up all his Chaos Golden Elixir to loosen his muscles and bones, and he was exhausted.
He was just about to change out of that shameful maid outfit when Ye Meier, with her legs crossed, leisurely spoke up:
"Hey~ Husband, don't rush to take your clothes off~ We agreed on a whole day! This is only the beginning!"
Zhang Shaozhong's face turned green: "Madam Mei'er! Killing someone is just a matter of beheading! I've been pressing down on her all morning!"
Ling Qingxue, holding a cup of tea, sat in a wicker chair by the window. Upon hearing this, she gently blew away the foam on the tea and said calmly, "Husband, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond. Since it's a day, you should never forget it."
Zhang Shaozhong almost spat out a mouthful of blood: "Qingxue! Why are you also... There are no outsiders in our little courtyard, do you have to be so serious?"
"That won't do!"
Ye Meier jumped up and grabbed Zhang Shaozhong's arm to prevent him from running away. "We have to keep our word! We'll wear it right here in our little courtyard, so all the flowers and grass can see how 'trustworthy' our husband is!"
Zhang Shaozhong was on the verge of tears, looking at the two women, one smiling like a flower (with ill intentions) and the other aloof like an immortal (tacitly approving and indulging), he knew that he could not escape this calamity today.
"Fine! I'll wear it! I'll wear it, okay?"
He stamped his foot in anger and resentment, wearing a crooked bow, a tight maid's outfit, and ill-fitting fluffy slippers, and strode confidently toward the stone bench in the courtyard.
He plopped down, crossed his arms, and glared angrily at the flowers and plants in the yard.
Ling Qingxue and Ye Meier also arrived at the courtyard.
Ling Qingxue continued her cultivation in the Spirit Gathering Array, exuding an ethereal aura far removed from worldly affairs.
Ye Meier, meanwhile, pulled out a bag of sunflower seeds from somewhere, crossed her legs, and munched on the seeds while enjoying Zhang Shaozhong's awkward and uneasy state, occasionally offering a comment:
"Tsk tsk, husband, your posture is not good. A maid should be dignified, legs together! Yes, hands on your knees!"
Zhang Shaozhong glared at her fiercely, but still awkwardly adjusted his sitting posture, the short skirt making him feel uncomfortable all over.
"What a hypocrite! Look at him, doesn't he look like a big bear forced into a flowery outfit? Haha!"
Ye Meier ate sunflower seeds and struck up a conversation with Ling Qingxue.
Ling Qingxue didn't even lift her eyelids, only giving a soft "hmm" in response.
Zhang Shaozhong: "..." I'll endure it!
After a while, Ye Meier started again: "Husband, don't just sit there! As a maid, you have to be observant! Go and sweep up those fallen leaves over there!"
Zhang Shao was furious: "Ye Mei'er! Don't push your luck!"
"Oh~ You're not convinced?" Ye Meier swung her toes. "The bet included 'serving you all day,' and sweeping the floor is a service too! You're just being hypocritical, aren't you?"
Ling Qingxue paused for a moment, as if she had been thinking, and then... gave a soft "hmm".
Zhang Shaozhong was practically spitting blood!
What's wrong with Ling Qingxue today?
Have they joined forces with that vixen, Mei'er?
Seeing Ye Meier's smug smile and Ling Qingxue's seemingly detached but actually "aiding and abetting" attitude, Zhang Shaozhong was seething with anger. He stood up abruptly, walked to the corner of the wall, picked up the bamboo broom, and began sweeping the fallen leaves with a clattering sound.
He was dressed in a maid outfit, moving with large, sweeping movements, his skirt fluttering, wearing white stockings and fluffy slippers, and waving a large broom in his hand... Even Ling Qingxue couldn't help but steal a glance at the scene, her lips twitching slightly.
"Yes, yes, that's it! Sweep harder!"
Ye Meier clapped and cheered from the side, as if watching a monkey show.
As Zhang Shaozhong scanned the clothes, he mentally raged: "Wait till I take these clothes off tonight, and I'll see how I deal with you two! Especially Ye Meier, the culprit!"
After finally finishing sweeping the floor, Zhang Shaozhong was covered in sweat. The maid outfit was made of non-breathable fabric, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He was just about to go back to the stone bench to rest for a while when Ye Meier spoke again:
"Oh, well done! Here's a reward for you. Go, brew me and that hypocrite a pot of tea! I want you to brew it yourself!"
Zhang Shaozhong gritted his teeth: "Night! Enchantress!"
"Um?"
Ye Meier blinked her innocent big eyes, "Husband, do you have a problem with that?"
Ling Qingxue also stopped cultivating, picked up her empty teacup, looked at Zhang Shaozhong, her eyes calm and expressionless, but the meaning was clear - I want some too.
Zhang Shaozhong looked at the two of them. One was a celestial being who once looked down upon all living beings, and the other was a future demon king who almost stirred up the storm in the demon realm. Now they were actually joining forces to order him, a "little cultivator" dressed as a maid, around to serve tea and water...
This world is truly outrageous!
He took a deep breath and told himself to stay calm; revenge is a dish best served cold!
Then, he forced a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Alright! Ladies, please wait a moment! I'll go make some tea right away!"
He walked stiffly into the house to make tea. After a while, he came out carrying a tray with a teapot and two teacups on it.
He walked to the pavilion, poured Ling Qingxue a cup first, and his movements were quite proper.
When it was Ye Meier's turn, he deliberately shook his hand, and a few drops of scalding tea splashed onto the back of Ye Meier's hand.
"oops!"
Night Enchantress let out a soft cry.
Zhang Shaozhong was secretly pleased, but on the surface he feigned panic: "I'm so sorry! Is my wife alright? I didn't mean to!"
Ye Meier knew perfectly well he was doing it on purpose. She gave him a flirtatious glare, showing no anger whatsoever. Instead, she reached out and gently licked her splashed hand with the tip of her tongue, looking at Zhang Shaozhong with a seductive gaze: "It's alright~ Even if the tea is a little hot, I'll still enjoy it as long as my husband brewed it himself~"
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