Chapter 252: Fire the Cannons

With that, Ling raised her brow triumphantly, noticing Ye Qingfeng’s stunned expression—she assumed he was awed by her brilliance, and smiled smugly as she praised herself:

“How’s that? Aren’t I incredibly foresighted? Your little brain couldn’t dream of it in a lifetime.”

“Can’t say… it’s… really…”

Ye Qingfeng was left speechless.

The truth was, he hadn’t thought of it at all—even if he had, he’d never actually do it.

No wonder she’s Zhe’s little sister! She pulls off things he could never imagine—wait, are they even blood-related?

Taking advantage of Ye Qingfeng’s daze, Ling eagerly reached for his pants.

“Wait, don’t rush.”

“If you can’t do it, just say so!!”

Pathetic provocation!

“Tsk! Let’s be clear—you won’t regret it later, once the arrow’s on the string, it’s already fired.”

“Hah! I’ve already knocked your brother out—I’ve already burned the boats. Afraid? Not possible!”

“Eh? Huh!!!”

Ling watched the entire transformation—from little thing to big thing—her excited smile froze, her eyes spun in their sockets, her heart trembled with dread.

No... not...

Nobody told her it’d be this big!

“Oh? Scared? Then just say you can’t!”

Ye Qingfeng propped his hands behind his head—he wasn’t easily baited, but Ling Bao? Maybe she was.

“Scared? I don’t even know how to write the word!” Ling blustered, though inside she was still uneasy; she took a deep breath.

Ye Qingfeng never expected Ling to move so fast—he couldn’t stop her in time.

Half an hour later, her cries turned to pained moans; another half hour passed, and she was utterly lost in it, unable to pull away.

Deep into the night, Ling collapsed, exhausted, her arms tightly wrapped around Ye Qingfeng’s waist, eyes closed in peaceful slumber.

Ye Qingfeng leaned against the bed, feeling a void—not physical, but spiritual. Before, he’d been evenly matched with Catyou on drugs.

Ling’s constitution couldn’t compare to Catyou on drugs, not even to Nico’s—she lasted barely an hour; the rest of the time, he carried the burden alone.

Even so, Ling exhausted herself first and collapsed without a second thought—she was satisfied… but Xiao Qingfeng remained erect…

Ye Qingfeng suppressed the blazing fire in his chest, gazing listlessly at the ceiling and sighing deeply.

He, a man who never smoked, now wanted nothing more than a cigarette—this was too frustrating!

Carefully prying open Ling’s arms, he rushed straight to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Now that she was sound asleep, Zhe was probably sleeping even deeper.

Ye Qingfeng had no qualms—he turned the faucet to the coldest setting, full blast. The icy water drenched his head, slowly dousing the fire within him.

Ling was the classic type: weak but eager. Her animal spirit form gave her no boost; her combat power couldn’t match Catyou’s single finger, and unlike Nico, she had zero self-awareness.

Others knew when to retreat when outmatched—Ling only grew more determined, ignoring all exhaustion, which led to this situation.

Ye Qingfeng was certainly annoyed—could this thing just stop on command?

Unless Zhe suddenly burst in!!

Wait—did he just jinx himself?!

With no temptation nearby and the cold water washing over him, Ye Qingfeng gradually calmed down.

He dried himself quickly, threw on his clothes, and rushed to Zhe’s room—confirmed he was deeply asleep—then turned back to Ling’s room.

As soon as he entered, he heard heavy snores—no surprise; when someone is utterly exhausted, they often sleep like this.

Ye Qingfeng slipped quickly under the covers. Ling, as if sensing him, immediately wrapped her arms around him, one leg draping over his body like a curled hedgehog, snuggling into his chest, her head naturally resting on his sternum.

Her soft, warm body was like a furnace, instantly melting away his chill; after prolonged exertion, she radiated a rich, heavy scent.

Her natural scent, mixed with sweat, was sweeter than usual, faintly damp and clinging.

Lowering his head, bathed in moonlight, he caught the faint outline of her face—the upturned corners of her lips, proof she slept peacefully.

Ye Qingfeng’s mind was now clear. He lay flat, letting Ling press against him, feeling the soft, yielding warmth, and drifted slowly into sleep.

The next noon, the first to wake was still Ye Qingfeng. Logically, he should’ve been drained—but the opposite was true.

The moment he opened his eyes, he felt brimming with energy—the Tizhijinjieyaoshui was still active.

He struggled to sit up, but the arm draped over him tightened suddenly—like a python coiling, squeezing the breath from him—her serene face paled slightly.

Ye Qingfeng froze, gently stroking the top of her head, an unconscious smile tugging at his lips.

Ling Bao really is adorable—so sweet to look at~

Sensing her prey had gone still, Ling relaxed the muscles around him, her lips pressing together, then softly pouting.

It melted Ye Qingfeng’s heart.

“Qingfeng~”

Ling’s cloying voice suddenly sounded. Ye Qingfeng replied gently: “What is it? Hungry?”

“Mmm…”

Was she… sleep-talking?

Ye Qingfeng called her several times—no response. Confirmed: it was pure dream-speech.

Seeing her still sleeping soundly, he exhaled in relief and decided to get up and prepare lunch. From past experience, she’d be useless all day.

Strange—last time with Catyou, the intensity was over twice this, yet she woke up fine the next morning.

Nico suffered all day—Ling, weaker than Nico, should’ve been weak for two or three days, right?

It wasn’t just his guess—his eyes could see it: Ling’s once-rosy cheeks had lost most of their color.

She looked pitiful—such a little Kelian .

If she’s hungry when she wakes, we’ll serve beef or lamb for lunch; if not, just porridge.

After all, eating meat is more practical than gulping goji berries and red dates.

Ye Qingfeng gently pried open the thigh resting on his abdomen, then unhooked the arms wrapped around him, lifting her head onto the pillow.

It should’ve taken ten seconds—he spent nearly a minute, and when he finished, he wiped sweat from his brow. To an outsider, it looked like he’d performed a complex surgery.

“Mm—Qingfeng—!”

As Ye Qingfeng opened the door to leave, Ling’s voice suddenly called from behind.

He jumped in alarm, then realized she might be unwell—he dashed to the bedside, frantic:

“Ling, are you sick? Where does it hurt? It’s okay, it’s okay!”

After revising it repeatedly and failing approval, he finally deleted it entirely.