Chapter 258: Check the Legs?

A stunning figure appeared, leaping down the stairs in three strides, landing before Ye Qingfeng. Zhe lifted his gaze toward the doorway—the scene before him made his heart tremble.

No... not? Is this Ling?!

Who dressed her like this, Ye Qingfeng!!

“I’m here—Qingfeng came to check your legs!”

Ling had swapped her usual casual attire for a black body-hugging long skirt that extended down to her calves, paired with black stockings, and a high slit along her outer thigh, revealing an elegant and alluring charm.

She simply wanted to wear it to show off to Ye Qingfeng, hoping to see his stunned, mesmerized expression, then immediately return to her room and change back into her ordinary clothes.

Today’s tease~ She’s truly a thoroughly wicked woman!

Ling was unaware of Zhe’s return.

She lifted her leg onto the table, tilted her head upward like a proud queen surveying the world, then leaned down, her fingertip tracing her toes, gliding over the half-concealed black stockings, upward until she pulled open the slit at her thigh.

Ye Qingfeng was stunned. Who said Ling couldn’t pull off a forbidden look? This restrained outfit paired with seductive movements was perfect.

Ling played the role of a cold, aloof queen from a drama. Seeing Ye Qingfeng’s reaction, she secretly delighted, her expression remaining icy.

She spoke coldly, “Bark like a dog, and the Queen will allow you to touch her legs.”

Ye Qingfeng flushed with embarrassment, his heart trembling.

His eyes kept signaling Ling to turn around—Zhe’s face had turned black.

“Hah! Trying to distract the Queen and sneak up on me? Do you think I’d fall for that?”

Ling should’ve been an actress—she noticed nothing unusual, sinking deeper into her role.

“Ling, stop playing. Go upstairs and change your clothes,” Ye Qingfeng said, his voice shaking.

Ling smirked, propped her elbow on her knee, cradled her proud head in her palm, and sneered:

“Which boy in the world doesn’t kneel at the Queen’s feet, playing hard to get? Do you think I’d fall for this?”

Ye Qingfeng was nearly crying—the room directly behind Ling, Zhe stood expressionless, pulling out a kitchen knife, slicing it back and forth through the air.

As if saying: Should I cut here, or chop here?

“Since you have some charm, I’ll make the first move.”

Ling approached with feline steps, kicked the chair beside Ye Qingfeng over, then stepped onto it, her legs encased in black stockings perfectly outlining their long, slender lines.

One slender hand slowly rose, suddenly gripping his collar and yanking it downward, her lips nearly touching his—stopping just short, hovering in an intimate distance.

“Little Feng~ my patience has limits. Either submit to the Queen, or don’t make me use force!” Ling’s pale pink lips exhaled warm breath.

Zhe’s grip on the knife handle tightened, veins bulging, his gaze toward Ye Qingfeng burning with fire.

Ye Qingfeng trembled, no longer enjoying Ling’s performance. As she drew closer, he seized the chance to tell her Zhe was behind her—just as he opened his mouth, a finger pressed against his lips.

Ling’s cunning eyes swirled in their sockets; sensing the trembling body before her, her performance grew even hotter.

Little guy~ This’ll hook Qingfeng for sure—he’ll finally know the Queen’s power!!

“I get it~ You want to taste a little sweetness first, right?”

Ling took Ye Qingfeng’s hand and placed it on her black-stockinged thigh, her cheeks flushing with shy redness—she was a professional actress; she wouldn’t let inner emotions show.

“How’s it? Soft?” Ling cupped his face with her other hand, forcing him to meet her gaze. “The Queen permits it—touch. Even inside~ can~ do~!”

Ye Qingfeng’s breathing grew heavy. He bit his tongue to snap back to reality, yet the touch on his fingertips felt utterly real—simple contact was a hundred times more stimulating than just watching.

His hand involuntarily tightened; his fingertips met a silken smoothness, no resistance at all—delicate, soft, making him want to linger, savoring its unique texture.

“Mouth says no, but your body’s honest, huh~ Hah!”

Ling’s tone was teasing, ending with a touch of disdain.

“Ling, stop talking.”

Ye Qingfeng (っ°Д°；)っ

“What? Can’t hold back anymore? Want to tackle the Queen?” Ling teased. “Wait till the Queen’s had her fill, then I’ll satisfy you properly~”

“Or has someone already lost patience?”

As she spoke, Ling’s fingertip traced down Ye Qingfeng’s chest, sliding to just below his abdomen, then looked up with a playful smile.

“Or is little Feng already unable to hold on, needing the Queen’s comfort?”

Ye Qingfeng’s face stiffened. If this continued, Ling would never grasp the seriousness of the situation. He stared straight ahead—Zhe, expressionless, pulled out his phone and typed a message, occasionally glancing up to check the situation.

He pointed behind him, voice trembling, “Why don’t you look behind you?”

“Again with this trick? Pfft!”

Ling didn’t believe it for a second—she was sure he was trying to distract her so he could do something improper. Did he really think she’d fall for it again?

For a moment, her resolve hardened. She noticed Ye Qingfeng’s expression wasn’t faked. With the thought that no one stood behind her, she turned around.

Zhe, smiling warmly, stepped into her view—her heart jolted.

“Brother?!!!”

Ling (?Д?*)?

“Go upstairs and change your clothes right now.”

Zhe spoke with an unyielding tone.

“O-okay...”

Ling softly replied, without a trace of hesitation or guilt, spun around, and sprinted up the second floor, leaving Ye Qingfeng stranded in place.

“Zhe, uh... I swear it’s not my fault—do you believe me?”

Ye Qingfeng forced a smile, pulled out a chair, and gestured for Zhe to sit.

Zhe’s steps were light, yet carried crushing pressure. As he drew nearer, the pressure peaked—Ye Qingfeng involuntarily lowered his head, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Call me Brother.”

He leaned on the chair and sat down, speaking calmly.

“Brother Zhe, hello!”

Ye Qingfeng’s response was instinctive—he snapped to attention and shouted.

Zhe gave a slight nod, then added with deep meaning:

“I fully understand how young couples in love can’t keep their hands off each other. Next time, find somewhere private, alright?”

Though phrased as a question, it pressed heavily on Ye Qingfeng—he immediately agreed.

“Yes, Brother Zhe is right.”

“Alright, it’s not a big deal. Sit down and wait for Ling—we’ll eat together.”

Zhe’s oppressive aura vanished; he smiled warmly, like a kind neighborly older brother, then added:

“Don’t stay up too late tonight. Unless something unexpected happens, Victoria Housekeeping will contact us tomorrow.”

“No problem...”

Ye Qingfeng felt a twinge of guilt, and was puzzled by Zhe’s sudden shift.

He stole a glance—Zhe noticed instantly, and returned a faint smile. Seeing no further reaction, Ye Qingfeng’s confusion reached its peak.

That’s it? Just that?

He pulled out the knife, then gave two warnings and nothing more?

Has Brother Zhe become enlightened?

Well, maybe it’s a good thing—he’s finally fully accepted me.

(One more chapter tonight~)