Chapter 239: Knee Pillow~

Lina slightly pouted and sighed softly: “Sigh, sometimes I really don’t understand men’s thoughts...”

“But~ Young Master Qingfeng is truly different~”

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s clearly a single-choice question, yet someone insists on treating it like a multiple-choice one.”

“Hahaha...” Ye Qingfeng chuckled awkwardly, then grew serious: “By the way! Miss Lina is also very adorable!”

“Adorable?!” Lina raised a finger in confusion, pointing at herself: “Me? Young Master Qingfeng doesn’t need to flatter me just to cheer me up.”

Even so, the slight upturn of her lips and the sparkling joy in her narrowed eyes revealed she was in excellent spirits.

Ye Qingfeng seized the moment and firmly rebutted: “What are you talking about? Miss Lina has plenty of adorable traits!”

Before he finished speaking, Ye Qingfeng froze for a moment—he genuinely couldn’t think of any adorable traits Lina possessed.

Just as she herself said, aside from her appearance, where was there even a hint of cuteness in her behavior?

Maybe there were... but Ye Qingfeng had met Lina too few times to understand her well; perhaps he simply hadn’t seen them yet.

Ye Qingfeng turned his body slightly and met Lina’s gaze directly, his mind racing.

Since there were no actual traits to cite, he’d have to start making things up!

Ye Qingfeng spoke slowly: “For example, the first time I met you, I had a fever and couldn’t taste anything... so you added extra seasoning to the fried rice!”

“......”

“Young Master Qingfeng, maybe you should just stop. I don’t even believe that!” Lina twitched her lips, took a deep breath, “Never mind. Would you like to rest for a bit?”

“I could, but there’s no place for me to rest.”

“If you don’t mind, Young Master Qingfeng can rest your head on my lap.”

Saying this, Lina smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt and patted her thigh: “Please!”

“C-Can I? Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?”

Ye Qingfeng swallowed hard, his anxiety dissolving the moment his gaze met Lina’s bright eyes.

Upon receiving her affirmative response, his gaze slowly drifted downward, following the curve of her petal-like lips.

Her tall, slender figure, seated gracefully, exuded a natural air of nobility in every gesture.

Her waist was slender, easily encircled by a hand, perfectly proportioned against her ample curves, forming a captivating S-shape.

His gaze finally settled on her long legs—smooth lines, white silk stockings faintly visible beneath the hem, making Ye Qingfeng’s eyes linger.

Ye Qingfeng’s sweeping glance didn’t make Lina the least bit uncomfortable; instead, she seemed quietly proud.

It seems my figure still holds great appeal for Young Master Qingfeng~

“There isn’t much time left for Young Master Qingfeng to rest, so...” Lina suddenly reached out, looping her hand around his ear, “Forgive me!”

No sooner had she spoken than her fingertips brushed his hair, gently curling her fingers to grasp his head, pulling him slowly toward her.

A flicker of surprise crossed Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, but he made no resistance; his body leaned forward with her motion, his pupils widening as her face filled his vision.

Sniff sniff~

A faint, sweet fragrance drifted into his nose—Lina’s scent!

Her breath came quick and warm against his ear.

As the distance closed, Ye Qingfeng could clearly feel the rapid pounding of her heartbeat, like a drumbeat.

Lina’s motion reached its end—his head settled firmly on her lap. Her tense nerves eased slightly, her lips curved into a satisfied smile.

“Sleep now~ sleep now~ Good afternoon, Young Master Qingfeng!”

She raised her hand and gently stroked his forehead, brushing aside his stray locks.

Ye Qingfeng felt the softness beneath his neck, the blinding light mostly blocked by her towering form, her gentle voice surrounding his ears, the rich fragrance lingering in his nostrils.

In the quiet room, only his own breathing could be heard; his eyelids grew heavier, and without realizing it, he drifted into sleep.

In his dream, Ye Qingfeng didn’t know what he dreamed of, but a faint, elusive smile curled at his lips.

He didn’t know how long he’d slept.

A soft voice called his name, each whisper like a kitten’s claws gently scratching his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes; the bright light made him squint. He raised an arm to shield his forehead—then a dark shadow blocked the light.

Ye Qingfeng opened his eyes fully, seeing Leik’en’s towering figure before him, with Lina standing beside him. He shifted his gaze again.

Kelin lay sprawled on the sofa, her head poking out, staring fixedly at Ye Qingfeng. Noticing his gaze, she hastily pulled her head back.

Looking up, he met a cold, composed face—Ai Lian stood with arms crossed, studying him curiously, noticing his gaze.

Ai Lian pretended not to notice, turning her head away as if nothing had happened.

“Young Master Ye, did you rest comfortably?” Leik’en stepped back and spoke slowly: “I have contacted Master Rope, and you may prepare to depart at any time.”

“Understood... how long did I sleep?”

Ye Qingfeng rubbed his foggy head and pushed himself up from the sofa.

“I know! About thirty... thirty-five... ummm!!”

Kelin raised both hands, then stalled mid-sentence, embarrassedly ducking behind the sofa.

“Well, when I woke up, you were still snoring,” Ai Lian yawned casually.

“Whatever. Doesn’t matter.” Ye Qingfeng waved his hand, still half-asleep: “Haa—I’m ready to leave anytime.”

“......”

Lina’s smile froze instantly.

What does that mean? Why did they skip right over her?!

Was she not even a person? Nothing in the world was more painful than this...

Lina pouted, her resentful glances darting across Ye Qingfeng’s face without any attempt to hide them.

Ye Qingfeng couldn’t possibly miss it—Lina’s once-bright eyes now brimmed with grievance. He gritted his teeth and asked:

“Um... is something wrong, Lina?”

“Hmph! Nothing’s wrong!”

Lina snorted, sharply turning her head away.

“......”

Ye Qingfeng: I’m shattered!

Ai Lian, Leik’en, and Kelin all stared at Lina in shock, as if witnessing something utterly unbelievable.

Kelin, noticing Lina’s expression, immediately dropped her gaze to her toes, her pink lips moving silently: Don’t see me! Don’t see me!! Waaah...

Ai Lian quickly turned her head away, yawning as she looked elsewhere.