Chapter 251

Ling strode back to her room, gently pushed open the door, and peered inside—Ye Qingfeng was curled up under the covers, staring blankly at the ceiling.

She leaned against the doorway, taking deep breaths, then gathered her courage and walked to the bed, not bothering to hide her footsteps; yet Ye Qingfeng didn’t even glance her way.

Ling narrowed her eyes, curious about what he was thinking.

A flicker of confusion passed through her eyes; she propped herself up on the bed with both hands, lifted her leg to kneel on the mattress, tilted her head slightly forward, her body leaning in like a curious little puppy, staring fixedly at him.

“Qingfeng~ Qingfeng! What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?”

Gradually, Ye Qingfeng snapped back to reality at Ling’s repeated calls; as his pupils focused, the scene before him left him stunned once more.

Ling’s delicate face came into view—her fair skin flushed with pink, as if she could be squeezed for water, her soft, plump lips tinged with pale pink, glistening under the light.

She rarely wore makeup, a natural, energetic girl—though by personality, she was fairly homebound.

In Ye Qingfeng’s memory, she dressed conservatively, her figure appearing plain and unremarkable beneath layers of fabric—but the truth was otherwise.

She surely didn’t wear all that while sleeping; mostly she wore short sleeves and long pants, sometimes a nightgown, its fabric wrapping from her shoulder blades down to just above her ankles.

Whatever she wore, the fabric was never thick—her hidden figure was laid bare, though still nowhere near those natural talents.

But compared to Qingyi, she easily outshone her—estimated at exactly one hand’s width; the right fit is the best, this saying was truly accurate!

As for why he suddenly brought up this topic, it all started with Ling’s current outfit.

The style of the nightgown she wore felt oddly familiar to Ye Qingfeng—very similar to Nico’s several nightgowns.

Right now, Ling was as alluring as he had once described Nico.

The nightgown fit perfectly because of support—but her current posture clearly had none, exposing large... no, already a vast area...

Nearly half of her skin was exposed to the air, fine blood vessels clearly visible, rising and falling with her breath.

The visual impact was overwhelming—his heart raced uncontrollably, his breathing grew heavy and rough.

Praise the Northern Hemisphere!

Ling felt a small sense of pride at Ye Qingfeng’s fixed gaze.

She really did have something to offer—his eyes were completely glued.

Hot breath brushed against his face; whether from heat or embarrassment, her cheeks flushed crimson, like a ripe tomato.

You don’t think this is over, do you?

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze drifted downward—two long legs entered his view, her thighs soft and plump, her calves evenly muscled.

I have to admit, Lingbao's outfit is incredibly alluring; he swallowed hard.

They’d shared a bed for so many days—their emotional bond had long reached its breaking point; sometimes Ling even subtly hinted at him, but each time he dodged the topic, leaving her dissatisfied.

Their relationship couldn’t progress further—his main reasons for holding back:

First, he’d been too busy lately; second, the person staying in the next room—though he had spatial barriers to block sound, he couldn’t block vibrations.

The wall beside Ling’s bed was pressed right up against Zhe’s; instead of playing it safe, he’d recently considered taking Ling out to stay elsewhere for a night.

The quest to find Rui’en arrived as promised.

Looking at the alluring Ling, Ye Qingfeng forced down his desire, turned his head away, and prepared to change the subject.

Ling saw his reaction—exactly as expected—and silently grumbled about Zhe in her mind: all because of her brother, making her nearly thirty without ever experiencing love.

She suddenly sat up straight, knelt on the bed, and lunged at Ye Qingfeng, gripping his cheeks firmly and forcing his face to meet hers.

The already prominent peaks swayed before Ye Qingfeng’s eyes, towering less than five centimeters from his nose—he stood at the mountain’s base, unable to see its summit even when he tilted his head back.

This blood-boiling sight sent Ye Qingfeng’s entire body surging with heat, his mouth parched, his skin burning.

Squeeze it? Bury his face in it? Or bite it?

His thoughts were chaotic, primal instinct completely overtaking his mind.

Ling felt the scorching heat of his body beneath her—so hot it nearly burned her hands; only now did she truly understand Ye Qingfeng’s beastly nature.

It might hurt a little... but it would be incredibly satisfying!!

Ye Qingfeng’s strong male pheromones flooded into Ling’s nostrils, acting like a trigger for her desire—her whole body burned with unbearable heat.

Her thighs unconsciously rubbed together; her voice came out breathless and hoarse, “Qingfeng~ come on, I can’t wait anymore!”

“What about Zhe?” Without hesitation, Ye Qingfeng reached out, gripping Ling’s cheeks firmly, a flicker of calm in his eyes: “Should I go knock him out right now?”

“Don’t rush~ let me finish~” Ling’s voice dripped with seduction, as if it could stretch.

Ye Qingfeng half-lidded his eyes, confused, watching her for an explanation.

“Last time I went shopping with Nico, I bought this nightgown on her advice—what do you think? Pretty?”

Ling remained kneeling on the bed, her thigh muscles aching fiercely; she finally sat down, settling comfortably on Ye Qingfeng’s abdomen, then lifted her chest proudly.

Her face screamed: COMPLIMENT ME!

“Beautiful! Super beautiful! I’m already hooked by Lingbao!” Ye Qingfeng nodded vigorously.

“Hehe!” Ling grinned mischievously, feeling the hardness rising behind her—her expression froze for a moment, then returned to a sly smile as she traced circles on his chest, teasing:

“Feels like little Qingfeng is so eager~ But you have to wait till I’m done!”

“Yeah yeah! Go on!” Ye Qingfeng urged.

He planned to wait until she finished, then pull out his baseball bat, storm into Zhe’s room, and give him a solid whack on the head—just in case, he’d even hit him again before leaving, then rush back to let this woman experience the bat’s power!

“Alright—then~”

“Hurry up and tell me!”

Ling noticed Ye Qingfeng’s impatience, deliberately dragging out her words; seeing his frustrated expression, she couldn’t help but smile smugly.

“Cough! After splitting up with Nico, I went to the pharmacy and bought a bottle of sleeping pills—I ground them into powder and mixed them into water, then gave them to Brother...”

Ling herself was equally impatient; she stopped teasing and spoke rapidly, then took a deep breath and continued:

“To make sure Brother doesn’t wake up halfway, I used double the dose—he won’t wake up until noon tomorrow!”