Chapter 85: Rehearsal Again: What If a Bad Guy Tries to Force-Kiss You!

(Probably two updates at this time from now on, one in the evening)

“Then let’s begin.”

Ye Qingfeng reluctantly released Zhu Yuan’s waist and walked to an open area, calling out to her.

“Alright.” Zhu Yuan shook her head, focusing entirely on the upcoming task, stood up, and stepped before Ye Qingfeng, her expression slightly serious. “You may begin.”

“Then I won’t be polite with this beauty! Hehe!”

Ye Qingfeng repeatedly embodied the role of a lecher, launching one assault after another on Zhu Yuan, deliberately avoiding professional combat techniques and imagining himself as a helpless little girl.

He used everyday items and parts of his body to counterattack.

Time slipped away unnoticed; over an hour later, Zhu Yuan called a halt to Ye Qingfeng, rushed over, and sat across from Qingyi, pulling out her notebook to jot down countermeasures against lechers.

First, use personal items like keys, bags, etc.

Second, use body parts like knees, elbows, teeth, etc.

Third, leverage environmental resources such as nearby tools, creating obstacles, or crowds.

Fourth, employ psychological tactics like shouting loudly or bluffing.

During this time, Ye Qingfeng never stopped physical training; his strength and stamina had greatly improved, and he still had two Tizhiqianghuayaoshui in his space backpack unopened.

But playing this role for so long inevitably wore him out.

He should still get two more enhancements; by then, he might truly be able to punch a Skeleton to death. Seeing Zhu Yuan intently scribbling on paper, he felt too guilty to interrupt her.

He could only go bother someone else!

“Qingyi, sit down for a bit!”

Ye Qingfeng grinned and sidled up to Qingyi, downed the cold tea in her cup, and shamelessly asked for the only two available seats in the park.

“Go ahead and sit...”

Qingyi’s lips twitched involuntarily; she now had a new understanding of Ye Qingfeng’s shamelessness. But seeing the sweat dripping from his forehead, she sighed, stood up, and yielded the seat.

“How embarrassing!” Ye Qingfeng said with his mouth, but his body eagerly sat down, patted his thigh, and sincerely invited Qingyi, “How about it? Want to sit? I’ll make do!”

The main reason Ye Qingfeng dared to tease Qingyi in front of Zhu Yuan was a certain title he’d drawn, which seemed utterly useless at first.

Only after asking the system did he realize how overpowered it was.

Harem Member: An essential item to prevent harem fires! No matter how many wives you marry, you’ll never suffer a brutal scissor incident!

In simple terms, if you kiss Qingyi in front of Zhu Yuan, she won’t think it’s wrong—she’ll just feel jealous.

Otherwise, he’d never dare say such a thing in front of Zhu Yuan. But one thing to note!

He specifically asked the system and learned the effect weakens below 60% affection, and vanishes entirely below 40%.

Luckily, Zhu Yuan’s affection had soared to a staggering 80% after his confession, giving Ye Qingfeng the perfect chance to test this reward’s effect.

Qingyi cautiously glanced at Zhu Yuan, saw no reaction, then rolled her eyes at Ye Qingfeng with disdain. “Do you think I’m a child?”

“Aren’t you?”

Ye Qingfeng crossed his legs, lounging carelessly as he shot back.

Qingyi chose to clamp her lips shut and ignore him; she’d grown somewhat used to his antics. Arguing with him endlessly wouldn’t matter who won—she’d end up half-dead from rage.

Seeing Qingyi fall silent, Ye Qingfeng said no more, casually opened her teapot, and poured himself a cup of hot tea.

Qingyi could roughly gauge his personality; Ye Qingfeng could likewise read hers. As long as he didn’t touch her secrets, she’d turn a blind eye to anything he did.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t care what Qingyi was doing. While waiting for the tea to cool, he pulled out his phone and played. About ten minutes later, Zhu Yuan finally put down her pen, picked up her teacup, and drained it.

“Zhu Yuan, I have a new idea I want to try!” Ye Qingfeng immediately put away his phone and excitedly addressed her.

“Okay, no problem.”

The ever-unsure Zhu Yuan readily agreed.

Both stood and returned to the same open area. Qingyi, curious about Ye Qingfeng’s scheme, followed behind and watched.

“What’s the idea?” Zhu Yuan asked casually.

“Don’t rush!” Ye Qingfeng smiled and explained: “This time we’re practicing what to do if a bad guy tries to forcibly kiss you. I’ll grab your waist and kiss you. You, Zhu Yuan, play a soft, helpless girl. Understood?”

“Got it!”

Zhu Yuan nodded firmly, completely unaware of Ye Qingfeng’s ulterior motives.

Beside them, Qingyi wore a clear look of disgust. She couldn’t even bring herself to point out his true intent—was this really training? Or was he just lusting after Zhu Yuan?

Still, she said nothing; after all, these two had kissed before...

“Ready?” Ye Qingfeng grinned wickedly as he slowly closed in on Zhu Yuan. “I’m starting!”

“Go ahead!”

Zhu Yuan showed no panic as he approached; in her mind, this was serious training, and she needed to treat it seriously.

“Ah—!”

Ye Qingfeng slowly reached out and gripped Zhu Yuan’s waist. Her previously serious face suddenly flushed red, and she couldn’t help letting out a soft, flustered squeak.

Zhu Yuan’s waist was extremely sensitive! Previously, Ye Qingfeng had hugged her waist—but now he was gripping it directly.

The sensations were completely different!

Ye Qingfeng was so close, and since Zhu Yuan’s height matched his, she could clearly see his smirking expression.

Combined with the strange sensation spreading from her waist, Zhu Yuan’s breathing quickened instantly. But remembering this was still practice, she forced herself to endure and whispered, “Continue...”

“Good~ Zhu Yuan, don’t forget you’re playing a helpless little girl!” Ye Qingfeng reminded her, noticing her panic.

Before she could answer, he released his grip on her waist, slid his hands backward, then wrapped them firmly around her, pulling her gently against his chest—the distance between them vanished instantly.

“I... I understand!”

Feeling Ye Qingfeng’s scorching body heat, Zhu Yuan’s face flushed even deeper. Remembering her role, she abandoned her forced composure, stammered a reply, and slipped into character.

After all... Zhu Yuan, pressed against Ye Qingfeng, was now limp and powerless—perfectly matching her character’s standard.

Watching Zhu Yuan’s flushed face, Ye Qingfeng felt a powerful surge of possessiveness. He slowly bent down, inching closer to her.

Zhu Yuan didn’t give up struggling but closed her eyes. Feeling the strong arms locked around her back, she could barely break free, only pressing herself backward in desperation.