Late at night.
After Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu went back to their rooms to rest, Wang Feng quietly used his Shadow Escape technique to sneak into Ye Xinxia's room without a sound.
In the room, Ye Xinxia lay quietly on the bed, breathing steadily, as if she were in a deep sleep.
Wang Feng stood beside the bed with a faint smile.
He lifted the quilt and lay down, gently embracing Ye Xinxia in his arms.
Her eyes were still closed, her breathing calm, but her slightly fluttering eyelashes betrayed her awareness.
Seeing this, Wang Feng smiled even more.
He lowered his head, slid his fingers lightly over her collar, and slowly unbuttoned her clothes.
Now, Ye Xinxia could no longer pretend. She slowly opened her eyes, feigning just waking, her voice soft and lazy:
"Brother Wang Feng? Why are you here?"
"You haven't explained to me why Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu appeared in our apartment and became tenants," Wang Feng said softly.
"Well..." Ye Xinxia rolled her eyes, then revealed an innocent expression. "The apartment room was empty anyway, and since Jiaojiao and Tutu were renting a room, I invited them to share it."
She paused and asked softly, "You won't blame me, will you, Brother Wang Feng?"
"Xinxia, do you know that when you lie, you like to clench your fists?" Wang Feng chuckled.
Ye Xinxia's face turned red, and her beautiful eyes seemed to contain a pool of autumn water. She lowered her head and murmured in a thin voice, "Bad brother, isn't it okay for Xinxia to tell the truth..."
"Then tell me."
"Brother Wang Feng, what do you think of Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu?" Ye Xinxia asked tentatively.
"Easy on the eyes," Wang Feng thought for a moment and gave a concise evaluation.
"Then... what if Mu Nujiao or Ai Tutu becomes your girlfriend?" Ye Xinxia's voice grew smaller.
"Xinxia, what are you talking about? You are my girlfriend," Wang Feng said with mild amusement.
"I'm talking about my second girlfriend, or... my girlfriends," Ye Xinxia whispered, her cheeks red as ripe apples.
"What do you mean?" Wang Feng was momentarily stunned.
"It's all because of you... I can't handle it all by myself anymore, so I want a sister to share the pressure..."
Ye Xinxia lowered her head almost burying it in her chest, her voice carrying a hint of grievance and shyness.
Wang Feng fell silent for a moment, then asked softly, "Xinxia, are you serious?"
"Yeah," Ye Xinxia replied, her voice as soft as a whisper.
"But why didn't you ask me if I was willing?"
Hearing this, Ye Xinxia raised her head nervously, looking at Wang Feng. "I'm sorry, I... I didn't think of that. Should we let them leave?"
"No need. The contract has been signed; just let them stay."
Ye Xinxia looked at Wang Feng's half-smile and knew what he was thinking. She pouted her rosy lips and said coquettishly, "Flirtatious brother Wang Feng!"
"I'm not being fickle. I'm just worried about my sweetheart, Xinxia."
As Wang Feng spoke, he gently pressed Ye Xinxia beneath him. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Xinxia, are you ready to stay up all night?"
"I..."
Ye Xinxia was about to speak when Wang Feng blocked her mouth with a kiss, turning her unfinished words into a soft whisper.
Unbeknownst to Wang Feng, as he and Ye Xinxia shared this deep emotional moment, a subtle emotional fluctuation quietly spread under the influence of the Soul Tragedy talent.
The next morning.
Ye Xinxia carried the soaked bedding to the balcony, ready to wash and dry it.
Unexpectedly, she ran into Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu, who were also holding bedding.
"What are you doing..." Ye Xinxia asked, confused.
Upon hearing her voice, Mu Nujiao and Ai Tutu's faces turned red, and they looked flustered.
"Well, the weather is nice today, so we thought we'd dry the quilt!" they said in unison, their tone unnaturally nervous and shy.
"The weather is... nice?" Ye Xinxia blinked and glanced at the gray sky outside.
After more than half a month, Wang Feng finally reopened his clinic.
Although his trip to the UK made him a lot of money, he couldn't give up his work. After all, there were many potential customers in Shanghai.
Not long after reopening, he met someone who surprised him.
"Zhao Manyan?" Wang Feng raised his eyebrows at the man with flashy blond hair in front of him.
"Hey? You know me? That's not right, I haven't even appeared in the Colosseum!" Zhao Manyan widened his eyes in surprise.
"I know Mo Fan. He mentioned you," Wang Feng said lightly.
"So that's it, it's Brother Mo Fan," Zhao Manyan realized, then showed an anxious expression. "Divine doctor, please help me! Lately, I always feel powerless."
"Small problem." Wang Feng smiled confidently, a ball of milky white light appearing in his palm. He gently patted Zhao Manyan's body.
As the Healing Light seeped in, Zhao Manyan moaned in comfort, his entire body seeming renewed.
Wang Feng also took this opportunity to obtain Zhao Manyan's most valuable talent:
Turtle Shell Mage: Increases all magical defense by 30%.
"Good boy. No wonder his attack magic is weak—it's determined by his natural talent!" Wang Feng laughed inwardly.
Zhao Manyan rubbed his healed waist, surprised. "Divine doctor—oh no, godfather! Please accept my greeting!"
He bowed deeply to Wang Feng.
Perhaps because the clinic had been closed for a while, there weren't many customers. Wang Feng closed early and returned to his apartment.
As soon as he sat on the sofa, he saw Ai Tutu walking down from upstairs, pouting and looking sullen.
The moment she saw Wang Feng, her cheeks first turned red, then she ran toward him as if he were a savior.
But just as she was about to reach him, she tripped over her right foot and fell flat on her face, landing directly on Wang Feng's knees.
If she hadn't had natural cushions, she might have been injured. Even so, she cried from the pain, looking at Wang Feng with grievance.
"It hurts~"
Wang Feng's mouth twitched. He helplessly sent Healing Light to Ai Tutu to relieve her pain.
At the same time, an unexpected dark gold prompt box appeared in front of him:
Degradation: Healing magic now deals the same amount of damage.
Wang Feng froze slightly, his eyes involuntarily falling on Ai Tutu's chest.
Wow, the case is solved! Ai Tutu really has a talent for healing!
"Eh? Doesn't hurt anymore?"
Ai Tutu moved the weight off Wang Feng's thigh, rubbed the painful area, and smiled. But she quickly remembered her purpose and hugged Wang Feng's calf again, saying pitifully:
"Big Devil, please help me!"
"Call me brother!"
"Brother Wang Feng, please be kind and help me!"
...
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