Chapter 67

“I can carry it.”

Anbi thought Ye Qingfeng was treating her like a pampered little girl, and she frowned slightly, emphasizing seriously.

“I know!”

Ye Qingfeng of course knew Anbi was strong—after all, which girl with slender arms and legs could block a sudden attack from such a massive Wuyi?

Not only did she block it, she was only pushed back a few meters by the Wuyi’s force... That huge blade, if it had struck a person, would’ve split them in two...

He certainly couldn’t have blocked it himself...

(Reiterating combat power issues—twenty consecutive draws after ten chapters.)

Seeing the surrounding onlookers’ gazes no longer fixed on them, Ye Qingfeng exhaled in relief and sincerely said, “I just wanted to help Anbi carry one bag—can I?”

If he didn’t act, those passersby radiating hostile glances might send over a few self-absorbed guys to perform some moral high-ground speech to win over weak and helpless Anbi...

He definitely wasn’t bothered by feeling uncomfortable... It was purely the hassle! Yeah!

A faint smile appeared on Anbi’s expressionless face—a barely noticeable smile!

If measured with a ruler, her lips would be found raised about five degrees higher than usual...

Such a subtle change escaped even Ye Qingfeng, standing right beside her.

Now Anbi’s left hand was free, and since Ye Qingfeng was right-handed, he shifted the shopping bag from his left hand to his right.

She instantly noticed his empty left hand, and without thinking of Nico’s request, she reached out and grabbed it—this time, it was her own true desire.

She simply wanted to hold Qingfeng’s hand—that was all...

Ye Qingfeng felt his right hand suddenly gripped, the familiar warmth and touch making him smile softly—his hollow heart, for the first time, felt something new.

He gently turned his hand, willingly entwining his fingers with Anbi’s, their hands tightly clasped.

[Ding! Anbi’s affection increased by 5%]

[Current affection: 60%. Reward: 5 bonus draws]

[Ding! Reminder: Host has accumulated 17 draws—can draw anytime!]

In his excellent mood, Ye Qingfeng heard the system’s announcement, surprised at how many draws he’d accumulated—though startled, the news instantly lifted his spirits further.

But now was his and Anbi’s time, so... “Alright, alright! Got it! Little System, take a hike!”

[...]

If previous girls had stirred in him feelings of infatuation, now for Anbi, it was something deeper—emotional longing.

After this period of living here, the women he’d come to know...

He paused, astonished to realize all the women he knew were... women? Was he really that lucky in romance?

If the system could hear Ye Qingfeng’s thoughts, it would surely retort: [“No! You’re imagining things! It’s all thanks to me!”]

(‘ ’ denotes inner thoughts)

Back to the point: the few women he knew and was close to—back in his past life, they’d all been goddess-tier, not the kind who treated love as a game, but women capable of lifelong commitment.

Like the two from the Rabbit’s Den and Zhu Yuan!

Guys, right? Who hasn’t fantasized about having a woman on each arm? And according to him, because of the Hollow Disasters, danger could strike at any moment.

Thus, the population had drastically declined with each Hollow Disaster, and just recently, a new law was enacted: polygamy is legal!

(This is a private setting! If readers ever get transported to a time where polygamy is legal, what choice would you make? Any choice, as long as your conscience is clear, is fine.)

This is fan fiction—do not take as canon!)

First, polygamy is legal. Then, an affection system appears. It’s really putting him in a bind.

Pure love or harem? It’s forcing him to decide!

If so, why not take them all?

Ye Qingfeng ultimately chose pure love for every one of his harem.

Of course, he wouldn’t just add any pretty girl to his harem—like Anbi before, he truly only wanted to treat her like a little sister.

You all saw it! Today, she made the first move!

“Qingfeng... Qingfeng? Qingfeng!!”

As Ye Qingfeng was lost in thought, he didn’t notice the beautiful curve of his smile—until Anbi’s repeated calls snapped him out of his fantasy.

He hadn’t fully returned to reality yet; he feared everything might have been a dream. Though he accepted he’d been reincarnated, such perfection felt unreal.

Ye Qingfeng silently prayed: if this is a dream, let him never wake up...

Let him sleep longer!

He truly didn’t want to return to that lifeless, stagnant existence!

Ye Qingfeng unconsciously tightened his grip; as pressure increased, his nails left marks on Anbi’s hand—if it continued, blood would surely follow.

Anbi felt the pressure on her palm; the stinging pain on her back only made her frown slightly, then raised her voice: “Qingfeng, you’re hurting me!”

“Huh?”

Hearing the voice beside him, Ye Qingfeng finally snapped back—he vaguely noticed his left arm bulging with veins, and his nails stained red.

That vivid red instantly jolted him fully awake—he immediately released his grip and stepped back instinctively, eyes filled with fear and confusion.

Did I do this?

Was it because of what I was thinking just now that I unconsciously squeezed too hard?

Before Ye Qingfeng could think further, as he saw the scene before him, his pupils shrank rapidly, his body trembled uncontrollably, beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his right hand loosened involuntarily—the shopping bag dropped.

With a loud “thud!”

Anbi, in her white dress, stood with her arm hanging at her side; her fair, jade-like palm bore four distinct finger marks, crimson droplets slowly oozing from the wounds, tracing down her fingers and dripping onto the ground.

The blood-stained hand against the white dress resembled vivid yet grotesque red plum blossoms.

“I... I’m sorry... I didn’t mean to!”

Ye Qingfeng stood frozen, his voice trembling with remorse.

“It’s fine. Just a small wound.”

Anbi sensed Ye Qingfeng’s genuine regret and worry, and forced out a faint smile, speaking softly.

Since she could remember, she rarely smiled, so she didn’t know if this expression looked strange—but she only wanted him to stop worrying.

After all, this kind of injury was truly negligible to her—even in her mind, it didn’t count as an injury.