Under the night sky, the three of them were enjoying delicious grilled meat.
A shadowy figure suddenly appeared from who knows where. That person sniffed the meaty aroma in the air and seemed to gulp down saliva with a faint "glug" sound.
Chrysanthemum Douluo casually took a large piece of grilled meat from the rack, but couldn't withstand the dangerous gaze from Qian Renxue and quickly vanished.
Far away, atop a large tree near Lin Feng and his companions' camp, Chrysanthemum Douluo contentedly bit into the meat.
"Ah, such lingering flavor… Xiaofeng's cooking skills are just getting better and better.
Too bad Ling Yuan is about to advance to Titled Douluo. Once that happens, I'll have to leave and won't get to enjoy such delicious food for a while."
He shook his head.
"But I guess that's fine too. Following them around… besides watching them make goo-goo eyes at each other, what else is there to do?
And that Grand Worshiper… insisting that I come. The only real perk is getting to eat Xiaofeng's handmade food every day."
Qian Renxue watched Chrysanthemum Douluo retreat with satisfaction and nodded.
Just like before, they went through the same steps. The only difference this time was that the fire used to dissolve the whale glue came from Ling Yuan. After all, if Lin Feng noticed anything, it wouldn't end well.
Ling Yuan, oh Ling Yuan... what are you doing? Your Phoenix True Flame is meant for this kind of thing? So disgraceful!
Ling Yuan gently shook her head, but her eyes held a glimmer of excitement.
She didn't know why, but every time Lin Feng ate whale glue, he'd act shy and restrained, then get teased mercilessly by Qian Renxue.
Lin Feng sat on a wooden stump and let out a long breath. Cooking alone was a bit tiring.
Too bad he couldn't have Qian Renxue or Ling Yuan help. Ling Yuan was at least passable, but Qian Renxue in the kitchen was a total disaster.
Was this some kind of restriction from the heavens? Qian Renxue was practically perfect—except for cooking, where she was completely clueless.
"Xiaofeng, here, I picked this out especially for you."
Taking the grilled meat she offered, Lin Feng took a bite. Before he could say anything, he noticed Qian Renxue's burning gaze.
"Hm?"
Why did this scene feel so familiar?
Lin Feng licked his lips and smacked them twice.
"Hiss—Xiaoxue, did you drug it again?"
Qian Renxue's lips curled up uncontrollably. She scooped Lin Feng into her arms and carried him straight into the tent.
"Is this what they call reversing the roles?"
Lin Feng twitched his lips, helplessly stuffing the rest of the meat into his mouth.
Qian Renxue smiled even more brightly:
"Then why didn't you dodge it?"
Lin Feng snorted, his voice deepened by the growing heat in his body:
"I'm just curious how long a playful little weakling like you can hold out today."
With that, Lin Feng suddenly broke free from her embrace, spun around, and picked her up instead.
Qian Renxue gasped. Her body also growing hot, her gaze turned dreamy as her warm breath brushed against Lin Feng's neck.
"You're so assertive today. You weren't like this before."
Suppressing the burning heat surging in his abdomen, Lin Feng pressed his forehead to hers. Their eyes locked as he spoke slowly:
"I don't want to always be the passive one. Though I enjoy that feeling, I think it's time I assert some husbandly authority. I can't keep letting you drug me every day, can I?"
He glanced back at Ling Yuan, who was pretending to gaze at the sky at a 45-degree angle. Shaking his head slightly, he carried Qian Renxue into the tent with him.
"Mmngh, mmm—"
Maybe it was the whale glue, but when their lips met, they seemed awkward, as if unfamiliar.
Like a newborn dragon discovering its mother's hidden treasures, his latent bloodline desire was awakened, letting him roam freely through the ocean of riches.
Before long, he had explored every inch of the treasure mountain, and was gasping for breath, wanting a momentary escape.
"Mm…"
Qian Renxue clung tightly, reluctant to let go. Her hands, originally around his waist, slid upward to cradle the back of his head.
"Mm."
Lin Feng's eyes widened. Not even allowed to breathe?!
A thin silver thread parted their lips. Qian Renxue's flushed cheeks made her divine beauty seem even more enchanting.
Propping herself on Lin Feng's chest, she panted slightly, licking her lips and savoring the sweetness she had just stolen.
Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked at Lin Feng:
"So this time, you lost~"
Lin Feng took a deep breath. This won't do…
He grabbed her delicate foot.
"Don't!"
Qian Renxue panicked.
"Mm…"
Lin Feng gently massaged her foot.
With one hand supporting the back of her head, he resumed his raid on the treasure vault, leaving behind his own riches in return for the sweetness he took.
Qian Renxue felt like she was going crazy. How did Lin Feng always manage to find that spot? It was always her downfall.
She grabbed a nearby blanket and buried her face in it, too embarrassed to look at him.
Lin Feng chuckled softly, wiped the moisture off himself, and hugged Qian Renxue from behind.
"Xiaoxue?"
Qian Renxue rubbed her slightly sore wrist and snorted irritably:
"What?"
Lin Feng grinned. You started it, and now you're sulking because you lost?
Qian Renxue turned to face him and gave his lip a gentle bite.
"Fine, you win today. But next time, I'll win it back. And the time after that—you're not allowed to touch my feet again!"
Lin Feng nodded. Then I'll touch them the time after that.
T/N: What is it with chinese writers and feet???
Qian Renxue sniffed his familiar scent and traced circles on his chest:
"Xiaofeng, when do you think I'll really be yours?"
We might need to ask Shen He about that… but it feels like it won't be long.
Lin Feng's gaze softened. He stroked her golden hair:
"Not much longer."
"Mhm."
Qian Renxue lazily sprawled on Lin Feng's chest:
"Say, do you think Sister Ling Yuan also really wants to eat you up?"
Lin Feng gave a wry smile: "Maybe."
Qian Renxue chuckled: "Maybe? I'd say definitely. If I weren't here, she probably would've succeeded already."
"But it's fine."
She sat up and looked down at Lin Feng with a confident smile:
"I told you long ago, Xiaofeng—you're mine.
Even if it's Sister Ling Yuan, only if I give willingly can she take. If I don't give, she can't steal."
Lin Feng's lips twitched. She's showing that touch of possessive madness again…
Qian Renxue giggled, lifted Lin Feng's chin with a delicate hand, and whispered softly in his ear, her breath warm:
"Of course, I also only belong to you, Xiaofeng. You can do anything you want to me."
No more words were needed. Their lips met again. This time, their movements were practiced but tinged with excitement.
Maybe it was Qian Renxue's last few words—
Ling Yuan waited outside for a long time before a hand finally reached out from the tent and waved her in.
Seeing the two inside looking calm, Ling Yuan laughed inwardly. So this is what the "post-climax sage mode" from the Ye Mother strategy guide meant?
Glancing at the freshly changed bedsheets, she asked Qian Renxue:
"How does it feel?"
Qian Renxue's lips curled:
"A small victory."
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