Chapter 257: For Example, Using the Legs

They called her “sister,” but it’s just Ding Ni? Utterly disappointing!

If you don’t get the result you want, learn to speak up boldly and fight for it.

“Sister Ling~” Ye Qingfeng leaned down, whispering close to her ear: “You just need to name the dishes—everything else is my job. But~ I’d like to try something at night...”

“Bang—!”

Ling’s head exploded instantly, her face flushing crimson as she shoved Ye Qingfeng away, crouched on the floor, hands clamped over her cheeks, steam rising in thin wisps from her head.

“Shameless... Wuwu ...”

Wow—it’s a Steam Maiden~

What’s the principle behind this?

Ye Qingfeng pinched his chin in thought.

Unlike his wild imagination, Ling recalled last night’s scenes—fresh, painful, lingering, pleasurable—and her spirit was profoundly satisfied.

But—! What exactly did Ye Qingfeng say by her ear?

She understood every word, yet together they felt utterly alien.

Little Ling, who still considered herself psychologically young, gritted her teeth and shook the filthy images from her mind—those poses were too bold; a child her age couldn’t possibly understand.

Besides, she had the will but lacked the strength!

After a long while, the steam valve shut automatically; the flush faded as she lifted her head and glared fiercely at him.

“No way! Even if I’m flexible enough, my body can’t handle it—don’t even think about it...”

She crossed her arms in front of her, firmly rejecting, then blushed and bit her lip, staring at the floor as she stammered:

“I-I—if Qingfeng really wants to try, you’ll have to wait a week... No! Two weeks!!”

Immediately after speaking, she regretted it.

Ooooh! I sounded like I wanted to try—I don’t care at all! Must be reserved!

After self-hypnosis, Ling stood up as if nothing had happened. Ye Qingfeng smirked and quickly leaned close, whispering softly:

“If you can’t handle it yourself, you can’t expect me to suffer—let’s try another way—say, for example~”

Ye Qingfeng’s gaze slowly drifted downward, lingering for seconds on Ling’s chest, then settling on her sneakers.

Tomorrow, I’ll stop by a clothing store and pick out a few pairs of thin silk stockings for Ling.

“Aaah—shameless!”

Ling pummeled Ye Qingfeng with fists and kicks.

Ye Qingfeng could only endure helplessly—had they been alone, not out on the street, he’d have definitely said a few cheeky lines.

After the commotion, Ling affectionately linked arms with Ye Qingfeng, snuggling close like a little bird. The question was: how did they reconcile so quickly?

Ye the Great proudly declared: With Ding Ni!

Money isn’t everything, but without money, you’re nothing.

Though Ling dressed sharply, she had almost no savings; the video store’s income barely covered food and living expenses. Did she really dislike 5000-Ding-ni ramen?

After eating, her body warmed up and her sleep improved—ultimately, it’s all because she’s broke.

The real income comes from rope-making work; whether the video tapes she imports or Ye Qingfeng’s salary, all funds come from Hollow missions.

This is only possible because over the years, Ling and Zhe have built the Fae Tong name, wielding the HDD system with Fairy’s dual assistance, placing them among the elite among all rope-makers and Hollow investigators.

Even so, they still constantly complain about being poor—the cost of living is too high!

(In this post-apocalyptic setting, New Aelido’s electricity bills aren’t high compared to food—electricity should be at normal levels, since power can be drawn from ether energy, which appears inexhaustible.)

Ye Qingfeng spent several thousand Ding Ni, plus he’d pick out a few outfits for her at the clothing store—naturally, he chose the types and styles; Ling could only pick which ones she wanted.

Ling, who’d never experienced hardship, gladly accepted, feeling like she’d hit the jackpot.

Maybe Ling did profit—but Ye Qingfeng never loses!

The two went to the supermarket, bought ingredients for dinner, then casually picked a clothing store on the way back. Ling walked in beaming, walked out frowning.

The city’s tricks are too deep! She’d unknowingly fallen into Ye Qingfeng’s trap.

He really was generous—he bought several pieces of every style: pantyhose, thigh-highs, black-and-white silk stockings, even some styles she, as a girl, had never heard of.

Not a single practical item was bought—all were thin, sheer, and breathable.

Ye Qingfeng carried the evening ingredients, satisfied; Ling dragged several heavy shopping bags, scowling, as they took the subway back to the video store.

The moment Ling stepped inside the door, she carried the bags straight to her room without looking back, as if a beast were chasing her.

Ling’s panicked escape is adorable~ This little life is getting more promising by the day.

Though Ling suffered through night work, Ye Qingfeng planned to reward her with dinner—he rolled up his sleeves and took the ingredients to cook.

Just before six, dish after dish of delicious food was set on the table; the sky darkened, the clouds on the horizon painted orange and red.

If white clouds were their work uniform, then orange-red must be their casual wear.

“Ling, come down for dinner!”

Ye Qingfeng yelled toward the staircase, then sent Zhe a message to check in—before he could send it, the front door swung inward.

Zhe walked in beaming, a bright red lip print visible on his neck—no need to guess who he’d been with; it was rare enough he came home at all.

“Didn’t spend the night with your girl? How’s it going?”

Ye Qingfeng teased.

“It’s fine,” Zhe instinctively scratched his head, then quickly recovered, puffing out his chest to appear casual: “It’s all good—by year-end, I’ll seal the deal!”

The aroma of food filled the air, triggering his primal hunger.

“Can we eat yet? Where’s Ling?”

Zhe seized the chance to change the subject.

A family can’t have two different kinds of people—aside from basic personality traits, emotionally they’re nearly identical.

Both are love idiots.

Zhe’s shy, reserved nature works fine on paper, and he’s okay with low-level opponents—but he fears facing a max-level master.

Someone could easily turn him into a lapdog without him even realizing it.

Zhe refused to reveal anything; Ye Qingfeng didn’t know the details, but seeing him float home in such high spirits, he guessed the second scenario was more likely.

“You can eat—sit down. Ling should be down any minute.”

Ye Qingfeng looked at Zhe with pity, filled his bowl to the brim with rice, then withdrew his gaze and sighed deeply.

Zhe: ??

What’s that supposed to mean? Why do I feel pitied?

“I’ll just put this down first.”

Zhe shook the package in his hand and walked into the first-floor room.

A loud crash came from upstairs—likely the door being thrown open—and his mind automatically conjured Ling’s lively image.

He smiled softly—what an eternally childish kid.

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