Chapter 229: The Continuous Emotional Shifts of Qingyi

Ugh... the most heart-wrenching episode ever....

“Don’t rush—let me savor my masterpiece!”

Ye Qingfeng stepped back to take in Qingyi’s full appearance, then pulled out his phone from his pocket and kept snapping photos of her.

She wore a navy-blue sailor uniform, with a white collar and a playful blue bow tied at the neck; the pleated skirt ended just above her knees.

Her long calves were wrapped in sheer white stockings, thin as cicada wings, glowing with a soft pearlescent sheen that traced every graceful curve of her legs.

The cuffs hugged her ankles like delicate petals blooming in snow.

The only downside? She can’t move~ But Qingyi’s expression—trying so hard to act indifferent while clearly caring—is pure gold!!

Huh? Wait, wasn’t my original goal just to threaten Qingyi into keeping quiet?

This situation’s gotten... oddly delicate. Honestly, this isn’t good at all!

Do I keep going down this wrong path—or stop right here?

“By the way! Qingyi, I recall this kind of thing doesn’t count as a crime against robots!” Ye Qingfeng suddenly said.

Qingyi froze for a moment, realizing he was right.

So she’s been subjected to this—and she’s just supposed to swallow it silently?

“Are robots not people?!” Qingyi’s eyes flashed with disappointment as she shouted in anger.

For some reason, her emotions spiraled out of control, her voice too loud—causing the shop staff to hear it.

This is weird~ Extremely, utterly weird!

Dressing room! A young girl’s voice dripped with resentment!

This looks exactly like a crime scene...

But in the end, she’s just a robot. As the staff hesitated whether to call the police, the dressing room curtain was pulled open from inside.

“Wah~ It’s all your fault. The staff outside are definitely wondering whether to call the cops,” Ye Qingfeng glanced at the curtain, as if reading the staff’s thoughts, then returned his gaze to Qingyi, who was trembling, and said with casual complaint.

He wasn’t worried about being caught—he had several escape plans ready to get Qingyi out.

But more than that, he was concerned about Qingyi’s state. He’d dressed her in this sailor outfit, and yet she hadn’t even gotten angry.

And yet...

He’d originally planned to dress her in every outfit he’d picked out, photograph them all as keepsakes—but with Qingyi’s current mental state, clearly he couldn’t continue.

Ye Qingfeng stared at Qingyi, who had remained silent for a long time, head bowed, expression hidden, like a lifeless doll.

He quietly approached, restored control over her limbs, then slowly began to undress her—first the sailor uniform, then the white stockings.

Throughout, Qingyi didn’t move at all—whether her body hadn’t recovered yet, or whether she’d shut down and refused to act, he couldn’t tell.

Seeing Qingyi still vacant, Ye Qingfeng wrapped his arms around her waist, hoisted her up against his side, then pulled open the curtain.

He saw the staff standing nearby, watching him with wary eyes. Ye Qingfeng gave a faint smile, gesturing toward the dressing room.

He carried Qingyi out of the clothing store without looking back, turning into the nearest alley.

The narrow alley was cool and damp.

After confirming no one was around, Ye Qingfeng gently set Qingyi down, ready to catch her if she fell—but she stood steady, though her condition remained unchanged.

He awkwardly withdrew his arms, staring at the silent Qingyi, his head throbbing.

“Look, Qingyi... don’t overthink it. If I become head of state, you can add whatever laws you want!”

Ye Qingfeng poked her forehead playfully, trying to comfort her.

“Then abolish polygamy. That way, I won’t have to see you gloating!” Qingyi took a deep breath, suddenly lifting her head to glare at Ye Qingfeng.

“I refuse. Try another.”

Seeing Qingyi finally speak, Ye Qingfeng exhaled in relief.

“Then delete the photos first!” Qingyi shot him a withering look and added irritably.

“After all my effort taking these photos? You think one sentence from you erases them? Not a chance!”

Ye Qingfeng went full actor, clutching his phone and backing away dramatically.

“Tsk tsk. If you’d put that effort into something else, you’d have results by now.”

“Doing things you hate? Might as well just eat and wait to die!”

Ye Qingfeng retorted, head tilted back.

“Nothing you do is right—do all men act like this?” Qingyi sighed helplessly, spreading her hands in sarcasm.

Ye Qingfeng stiffened, visibly stunned.

It wasn’t that her words cut deep—it was that he never imagined Qingyi would say something like this. It was unthinkable... like she’d become someone else...

“Fine, do as you please. I’m going home,” Qingyi said, turning on her heel and walking away.

Watching Qingyi’s decisive steps, Ye Qingfeng didn’t hesitate—he rushed after her and grabbed her wrist.

“What? Trying to force me again?” Qingyi turned her head, sighing.

Ye Qingfeng’s face froze, his lips twitching involuntarily.

Seeing his reaction, Qingyi smirked triumphantly, “Looks like I guessed right~”

“So what? Even if I go forceful, you can’t stop me...”

Ye Qingfeng’s voice rose sharply, but his tone lacked conviction.

“Heh. I rarely see you flustered like this,” Qingyi curled her lips, eyes half-lidded with playful amusement.

Ye Qingfeng was stuck—neither advancing nor retreating. He never thought he’d be so thoroughly controlled by Qingyi...

His lips stiffened as he scrambled for a countermove—when suddenly, something changed!

Qingyi suddenly rose onto her toes, fingers gripping the fabric of Ye Qingfeng’s collar, knuckles whitening with force. Before he could react—

She leaned in without hesitation, pressing her lips firmly against his.

Her teeth grazed his lip corner with reckless intensity; her breath, mingled with his scent, flooded his nose; her lashes cast trembling shadows beneath her eyes, like butterflies on the verge of flight.

One hand gripped his waist, the other pressed against his chest, her body leaning forward relentlessly, forcing him to step back.

Until his back hit the wall, and he involuntarily let out a muffled groan.

The groan was swallowed by her biting his lower lip—her fingers slowly traced down his chest, sliding lower.

They stopped just below his abdomen.

Qingyi lifted her gaze, eyes gleaming with triumph as she stared at Ye Qingfeng’s tense face.

Who knew this guy had a side like this? Hmm... why do I feel... excited?

Could this mean I’m not just a robot—but a true, autonomous self?!

Thinking this, fire blazed in Qingyi’s eyes. Her fingers circled his lower abdomen, clearly feeling his body tremble beneath her touch.

Unconsciously, she extended her tongue, reaching toward his damp, pink flesh~~~

(40 pulls, 0+1 Vivian! She’s finally back!!)