Chapter 258: Want to See the Legs?

A radiant figure appeared, taking the stairs two at a time before leaping down to land before Ye Ye Qingfeng; Zhe lifted his gaze toward the doorway, and the scene before him made his heart skip a beat.

No... no way? Is that Ling?!

Who dressed her like this? Ye Ye Qingfeng!!

"I'm here—Ye Qingfeng, come look at these legs!"

Ling had swapped her usual casual attire for a tight black hip-hugging long skirt, its hem extending down to her calves; she wore black silk stockings, with a high slit running up the outer thigh, displaying an elegance that was utterly captivating.

She simply wanted to wear it out to show off before Ye Ye Qingfeng, hoping to elicit a stunned, entranced expression from him, only to immediately return to her room and change back into her normal clothes once she had plucked his heartstrings.

Today's tease~ She truly was an unrepentant bad woman!

Ling was completely unaware of Zhe's return.

She lifted her leg onto the table, tilted her head back to look down on all beings like an arrogant queen, then bent forward, letting her fingertips land on her toes, glide over the partially concealed black silk, travel all the way up, and finally pry open the slit at her thigh.

Ye Ye Qingfeng was dumbstruck; who said Baby Ling couldn't be seductive! This ascetic-style outfit paired with such alluring movements was simply magnificent.

Playing the role of the cold queen from films and television, Ling felt a secret surge of triumph upon seeing Ye Ye Qingfeng's reaction, yet she kept her facial expression perfectly still.

She spoke icily, "Bark like a little dog, and this Queen will allow you to touch my leg."

Ye Ye Qingfeng broke out in a cold sweat, his heart trembling.

His eyes kept signaling for Ling to turn around; Brother Zhe's face had turned pitch black.

"Heh! Trying to divert this King's attention so you can pounce when I'm off guard? Do you think I'll fall for that?"

It was a pity Ling didn't become an actress; completely oblivious to anything amiss, she became even more immersed in her role.

"Ling, stop playing around, hurry upstairs and change your clothes," Ye Ye Qingfeng said, his voice trembling.

Ling gave a teasing smile, propped her elbow on her knee, rested her palm beneath her arrogant head, and shouted with utter disdain:

"Which man in this world hasn't fallen to his knees before this King's pomegranate skirt? Trying to play hard to get? Do you think I'll buy that?!"

Ye Ye Qingfeng was nearly on the verge of tears; in the room directly behind Ling, Zhe expressionlessly drew out a kitchen knife and waved it back and forth in the air.

It was as if he were saying: Should I slice down from here in a moment, or chop right here?

"Since you possess some degree of beauty, it matters little if this King takes the initiative."

Ling approached with a catwalk stride, kicked over the chair beside Ye Ye Qingfeng with a lifted leg, and planted those silk-clad legs upon it, perfectly outlining the length and slenderness of her leg lines.

A delicate hand slowly rose, suddenly grabbed his collar, and yanked him downward until their lips were nearly touching, halting at an ambiguous distance.

"Little Feng~ Sister's patience has its limits; either submit to this King, or don't force Sister to use strength!" Ling's pale pink lips exhaled warm breath.

The veins on Zhe's hand gripping the knife handle bulged violently; he clenched his teeth, and the look in his eyes directed at Ye Ye Qingfeng seemed capable of spitting fire.

Ye Ye Qingfeng trembled uncontrollably; where was the time to enjoy Ling's performance? Seizing the opportunity as she drew near, he prepared to tell her that Zhe was behind him, but the moment he opened his mouth, a finger pressed against his lips.

Ling's cunning eyes darted within their sockets; feeling the trembling body before her, the emotion of her performance grew even more intense.

Little sample~ Won't this hook Ye Qingfeng until his mouth turns up? Now you know the power of this King, don't you!!

"I understand~ You want to taste some sweetness first, right?"

Ling grabbed Ye Ye Qingfeng's hand and placed it on her black-silk-clad thigh; a shy blush rose to her cheeks, but as a professional actress, she absolutely could not let her inner emotions affect her.

"How is it? Soft?" Ling cupped Ye Ye Qingfeng's cheek with her other hand, forcibly making him look straight at her. "This Queen has granted permission; go ahead and touch~ Even inside is~ al~low~ed~!"

Ye Ye Qingfeng's breathing grew heavier; he lightly bit the tip of his tongue to stay clear-headed, yet the tactile sensation at his fingertips felt so real—mere touching was a hundred times more stimulating than watching while touching.

His hand involuntarily tightened; what reached his fingertips was a silky smooth texture, without the slightest obstruction, delicate and soft, making one unable to resist lingering a moment longer to feel that unique quality.

"Reluctant in words, yet your body is so honest~ Heh!"

Ling's tone was teasing, yet the ending carried a hint of utter disdain.

"Baby Ling, stop talking."

Ye Ye Qingfeng (っ°Д°;) っ

"What? Can't hold back and about to pounce on this King?" Ling teased. "Wait until Sister has eaten and drunk her fill, then I'll satisfy you properly~"

"Or perhaps—someone is already impatient?"

As she spoke, Ling's fingertip touched Ye Ye Qingfeng's chest, slid all the way down to below his abdomen, and she lifted her head with a playful smile.

"Or is Little Little Feng unable to endure, needing this King's consolation?"

Ye Ye Qingfeng's face stiffened; if this continued, Ling would never realize the gravity of the situation. Staring straight ahead, he saw Zhe expressionlessly pull out his phone, lowering his head to edit a message, while not forgetting to glance up at the situation every now and then.

He pointed behind him, his voice trembling, "Why don't you take a look behind you?"

"Playing this trick again? Tsk!"

Ling indicated she didn't believe a word; he definitely wanted to divert her attention to take advantage and do something improper—did he really think she would fall for it again?

Her resolve hardened for an instant; noticing that Ye Ye Qingfeng's expression didn't look acted, she turned around with the thought that no one stood behind her.

Zhe, wearing an amiable smile, burst into her line of sight, making her heart skip a beat.

"Brother?!!!"

Ling (? Д? *)?

"Go upstairs immediately and change your clothes right now."

Zhe spoke in a tone that brooked no refusal.

"Okay..."

Ling responded softly, without a shred of reluctance or psychological burden, quickly turned around, and fled upstairs, leaving Ye Ye Qingfeng awkwardly standing in place.

"Zhe, um... if I say this has nothing to do with me, will you believe me?"

Ye Ye Qingfeng pulled up the chair with an apologetic smile and beckoned for him to sit there.

Zhe's steps were light yet brought heavy pressure; as he drew nearer, this pressure reached its peak, causing Ye Ye Qingfeng to involuntarily lower his head, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Call me Brother."

He supported the chair and sat down following the motion, uttering a single faint sentence.

"Hello, Brother Zhe!"

Ye Ye Qingfeng acted almost on instinct, snapping to attention and shouting loudly.

Zhe nodded slightly, then spoke with profound implication:

"I can fully understand a young couple being lovey-dovey during their honeymoon phase; next time, find a place with no one around, alright?"

Though clearly a question, it brought Ye Ye Qingfeng a heavy sense of oppression, and he hurriedly agreed along with his meaning.

"Yes, what Brother Zhe says is right."

"Alright, it's no big deal; sit down and wait for Ling to arrive so we can eat together."

The oppressive aura emanating from Zhe vanished; he offered a warm smile, like a kind and approachable big brother next door, then added one more sentence.

"Don't stay up too late tonight; barring any surprises, Victoria Housekeeping will contact us tomorrow."

"No problem..."

Ye Ye Qingfeng couldn't help but feel a bit guilty, while also feeling puzzled by Zhe's sudden change.

He stole a glance over, only to be immediately discovered; Zhe responded with a faint wink, and noticing there was no follow-up, Ye Ye Qingfeng's confusion reached its peak.

That's it? Just this?

The sword was already drawn, yet the result was just a couple of words of advice and then nothing more.

Has Brother Zhe seen through the mortal world?

It's probably a good thing, after all; he has thoroughly gained his approval.

(One more update tonight~)