Chapter 70: What Are You Muttering About—Put On the Stockings and Step on Me Already
Soon enough, Wang Dong was once again wrapped around Ye Chen.
Without hesitation, Ye Chen's hand slid down and grabbed the firm curve of Wang Dong's thigh through the smooth silk of her stockings.
"Wha—stop that! Don't move around, you jerk!" Wang Dong squealed, squeezing her legs tightly together with indignation.
It was one thing for her to wear this for Ye Chen, but for him to actually touch her—too much!
"What? I just didn't know where to rest my hands."
Ye Chen shrugged innocently, though his palms casually supported her soft hips.
Her skirt was short—alarmingly short—so his hands rested directly against the thin fabric of her cotton undergarments.
He could almost feel their texture.
Hmm… judging by the softness, pink or light blue—something cute, no doubt.
Wang Dong: …
"C-couldn't you just hold my waist like a normal person, idiot?" Her voice trembled as her face went crimson; her entire body felt too hot to handle.
Earlier, there'd at least been pants between them. But this? Only the flimsiest layer separated him from—
"Alright, alright."
Ye Chen chuckled, noticing her body quivering from embarrassment. He wrapped his arms properly around her slender waist instead.
The thin nightdress offered little barrier. He could feel how soft and delicate she was.
Her waist was slender, her skin fragrant. Her body felt warm and pliant—a perfect match for his arms.
A true masterpiece of nature.
"Hmph, that's enough. Let's start cultivating already…" Wang Dong wriggled slightly, urging him onward.
Even though his embrace still made her blush, it was much better than him shamelessly groping everywhere.
"Fine, fine, starting now."
Ye Chen shifted his focus, calming his breath as he entered a meditative state.
Once Wang Dong's energy rhythm synced with his own, he activated the resonance technique.
Instantly, both their soul powers surged, flowing rapidly through their meridians like powerful streams colliding.
Their energies intertwined, forming a whirlpool that drew in the surrounding spiritual power of heaven and earth.
Their cultivation speed exploded visibly—
Ten times.
Twenty times.
Thirty times.
Thirty-five times!
Their growing intimacy had pushed the resonance another level higher.
"Ugh… how is it even faster today?" Wang Dong gasped softly, astonished by how much stronger the effect was compared to yesterday.
Did this technique have no limit?!
"Didn't I tell you? The more harmonious we are, the faster our cultivation becomes."
Ye Chen replied smoothly—while quietly sliding his hands lower until they rested once again on her lower curves.
He gave a "meaningless" little squeeze.
"You… you're impossible…"
Wang Dong grit her teeth, trying to calm her breathing. After a few heavy sighs, she chose to let it go.
As long as the speed kept increasing… she'd endure it. Just this once.
As long as he didn't take things any further.
…
Little did she realize her tolerance for Ye Chen's behavior kept growing.
She wasn't angry anymore—just slightly flustered, secretly aware that Ye Chen's mischief wasn't malicious.
It was shameless, yes, but… strangely natural.
…
Ye Chen, meanwhile, hadn't expected her to be this tolerant either.
He knew this was her limit, though—one wrong move and she'd probably bite him.
Best not to push too hard.
He believed in moderation.
And to be honest, things were already going well enough.
...
Two hours passed swiftly.
Maybe because Ye Chen enjoyed holding her, or maybe because he wanted to stretch it longer, he extended the session.
"Ugh… why so long this time…"
Wang Dong's curiosity rose as she noticed they'd gone well over two hours.
Still… she didn't really mind.
Being in Ye Chen's arms was oddly comforting—the scent of his body, the rhythm of his breath—it all made her feel strangely at ease.
"I'm just in a good mood today. When that happens, the consumption is less, so the duration gets longer."
Ye Chen smiled faintly, giving her a final playful squeeze before relaxing and ending the technique.
"R-really? Being in a good mood extends it?" she asked suspiciously, retreating to the corner of the bed while catching her breath.
"Of course~"
Ye Chen grinned and suddenly reached out, grabbing one of her small feet. He began to play with her toes lightly.
Soft. Warm. Silky smooth.
"Such delicate little feet… perfect for a massage," he commented casually while kneading her arch.
"Hmph, you better be serious about massaging…" Wang Dong huffed softly.
She had assumed he was about to start misbehaving again, but after hearing him mention massage, her annoyance softened a bit.
After all, her feet were sore from training.
Letting him press them a bit wouldn't hurt.
He did come from a family with medical heritage; his hands were probably skillful…
...
"Hm? What are you mumbling about? Get over here and massage me now."
Ye Chen's voice suddenly cut into her thoughts.
Wang Dong blinked. She looked up—and froze.
At some point, Ye Chen had removed his shirt and was lying on his stomach across the bed.
"Wait… you want me to massage you??" she asked blankly, pointing at herself.
"Who else? Using that secret technique tires me out, you know. Come on, step on my back and loosen me up."
Ye Chen said it like it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Y-you… I… I don't know how!"
Her voice was trembling between frustration and disbelief.
Really?! Was he serious about treating her like a servant now?
And she'd never even given a massage before!
"Quit complaining. Just step on me—it'll work."
Ye Chen waved lazily, stealing her pillow and sliding it under his chin as he stretched out comfortably.
Originally, he'd considered lying face up—the view would've been much better—but decided against it for safety reasons.
With Wang Dong's temper, the next step might be across his face.
"Ugh… fine!"
Grinding her teeth, Wang Dong climbed onto the bed, stepping carefully onto his back, pressing down hard with her small white-stockinged feet.
"If I hurt you, it's not my fault!" she warned, puffing with irritation as she stomped down harder.
"Mmm… perfect pressure…"
Ye Chen groaned softly in satisfaction. Her weight wasn't much—she was light, her steps soft—and every time she pressed down, it felt soothing.
A relaxing humming escaped him, and before long, his breathing evened out completely.
"Step on you, step on you, step on you… stupid Ye Chen…" Wang Dong muttered under her breath, still stomping rhythmically.
After a while, she realized there was no response at all.
She looked down—and saw Ye Chen sound asleep, still hugging her pillow.
"Huh?! You fell asleep?!"
"This is my bed, you idiot!"
"And you're still hugging my pillow*! How am I supposed to sleep now?!"
Wang Dong's face puffed up in frustrated anger.
But looking at the sleeping boy, she sighed helplessly.
That infuriating man had sprawled across half the bed, snoring softly, leaving her barely enough space to curl up against the wall.
She glanced at his bed across the room. For a moment, she considered it—but quickly shook her head.
No way. She couldn't.
It wasn't about Ye Chen—it was about who used that bed before him…
The thought alone made her wince. She wasn't sleeping there, ever.
So she sighed again and quietly slid back onto her side of the bed, curling up in the corner, cheeks warm and heart oddly restless.
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