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Lin Feng's calm, simple sentence—
"You've had too much to drink."
—fell like a divine decree that instantly brought the entire uproar to a halt.
Bibi Dong's expectant smile froze.
Her misty violet eyes flickered, as if trying to digest the meaning hidden within his words.
Though waves of unwillingness surged in her heart, she knew very well that Lin Feng's word was absolute.
And continuing to cling to him in front of so many people… would only embarrass herself.
"…Alright."
Bibi Dong pouted, looking aggrieved as she reluctantly lifted herself off him.
But just as she was about to leave—
Like a spoiled cat unwilling to part from her owner, she leaned back in and rubbed herself against him again, as if trying to leave her scent on him.
"I'll come again tomorrow…"
She tossed out this ambiguous line, then hiccuped softly and staggered away.
Thus ended the "Supreme Pontiff's Drunken Confession" — a scene worthy of being carved into the annals of Douluo gossip.
Lin Feng stretched lazily. His joints crackled like popping bamboo.
Without even sparing the Titled Douluo—whose dignity had long been sacrificed to grilled skewers—a glance, he turned and headed into Feng Ran Pavilion.
The noise outside felt like a distant world.
For him, tonight's barbecue gathering was over.
What remained behind him were merely a field of overly competitive leeks…
Eagerly lining up to be harvested.
Meanwhile, on the First Floor
Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing exchanged glances.
They both understood immediately.
Senior had personally grilled skewers for them today. He must be tired.
What he needed now was rest—not the two of them running upstairs pestering him.
So, like obedient little cats, they stayed on the first floor, quietly tidying up the chaotic table.
Their movements were light, careful, without even the slightest unnecessary sound.
But Zhu Zhuyun—
She wasn't thinking anything remotely similar to the two girls.
Her enchanting eyes followed Lin Feng's back as he went up the stairs, and in her gaze burned a wildfire of desire and crisis.
A terrifying sense of urgency surged inside her.
Bibi Dong's almost blatant move tonight had struck her like thunder.
Even the Supreme Pontiff herself had begun making advances.
If she continued to delay…
She might not even get a sip of leftover soup!
Opportunities did not knock twice.
Zhu Zhuyun bit her lip, made up her mind, and slipped up to the second floor, returning to her employee room.
Moments later—
Splash… splash…
The sound of water echoed faintly.
And soon after—
Silence.
Inside Lin Feng's Room
Having just finished his own shower, Lin Feng wore only a loosely wrapped towel around his waist.
His upper body was bare, water droplets sliding down firm, defined abs before disappearing into the towel.
He didn't hurry to dress.
Instead, he stood before the mirror, quietly feeling the unimaginable strength rising from every cell in his body.
"It's just like you said…" he murmured to the System.
"This body is still getting stronger."
He clenched his fist.
Boom.
The air itself trembled.
Lin Feng had a strong hunch.
Even without the invincible Feng Ran Pavilion Domain…
Even without any extreme-attribute power-ups…
With pure, raw physical strength alone—
If he wanted to slap a Titled Douluo to death—
He probably could.
This wasn't arrogance.
It was simple confidence built upon absolute reality.
[Of course!]
The System's smug voice echoed in his head.
[Little host, you underestimate your body—this physique is—]
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A soft yet hesitant tapping cut the System off mid-brag.
Lin Feng raised a brow.
At this hour?
Hu Liena and Zhu Zhuqing wouldn't be so tactless.
The Titled Douluo downstairs?
Without his explicit orders, they wouldn't dare take a single step onto the second floor.
Which meant…
There was only one possibility.
He walked over and opened the door casually.
And then—
A warm, fragrant breeze brushed against him.
Outside stood Zhu Zhuyun.
Wrapped only in a thin bath towel.
Her skin glowed with a jade-like luster, still rosy from the bath.
Her long, wet hair dripped tiny beads of water over her delicate collarbone and down the astonishing curves hidden inside the towel.
The bath towel barely covered what it needed to, outlining her mature, seductive figure with deadly perfection.
Her legs alone could make any man forget the concept of morality.
Even Lin Feng's mind wavered for a heartbeat.
This woman was born a temptress.
What he didn't know was that in Zhu Zhuyun's eyes—
He looked just as irresistible.
Lin Feng's bare torso, muscles balanced between aesthetics and explosive strength, glistened faintly under the warm light.
His figure was both relaxed and impossibly dangerous.
Zhu Zhuyun felt her mouth go dry.
She had never known a man's body could be this alluring—
as if every inch of his skin concealed the secrets of the universe.
Lin Feng leaned lazily against the doorframe.
"What's wrong?"
His tone was calm, indifferent—almost teasing.
Zhu Zhuyun immediately flushed to the tips of her ears.
Her toes curled.
Her entire body tensed.
"Ma… Master…"
"I… I…"
She stammered helplessly, unable to force out the rest.
Her embarrassment was so intense she was practically shaking.
Lin Feng instantly understood her intentions.
How could he not?
Her clothing—or lack thereof—made everything clear.
He had to admit—
He was tempted.
Desire was normal.
He wasn't a monk.
Especially not in front of a woman like this, taking the initiative.
But from long-term considerations…
He wasn't planning to "eat" her yet.
That didn't mean he would push away the warm beauty delivered right to his door.
Looking at Zhu Zhuyun's trembling eyelashes and pitiful expression, Lin Feng chuckled inwardly.
He sighed softly and raised a hand—
Gently ruffling her soft hair.
Like comforting a nervous little cat.
Zhu Zhuyun trembled.
Her beautiful eyes widened slightly in confusion.
Lin Feng's face held a trace of "appropriate fatigue."
"I'm tired tonight."
Her mind went blank.
Her heart stopped.
But before the disappointment could overwhelm her—
Lin Feng's voice, soft and magnetic, sounded again:
"Come in."
"And massage my waist."
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