Chapter 142: A Balanced Approach, None of You Can Escape.
The atmosphere at the lunch table was somewhat subtle.
Ning Rongrong sat close to Ye Xuanming, her little face full of undisguised pride. She would occasionally put a piece of food on Ye Xuanming's plate, her actions intimate.
Dugu Yan sat on the other side, eating her meal slowly and deliberately, but occasionally she would glance at Ning Rongrong with a hint of displeasure.
Ye Lingling and her mother, Ye Xingyue, sat together quietly, serving rice and soup to everyone, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents swirling around them.
"Xuanming, try this. I had the kitchen make it especially for you."
Ye Xingyue picked up a piece of soul beast meat and put it into Ye Xuanming's bowl.
"Thank you, Aunt Ye."
Just as Ye Xuanming was about to pick up his chopsticks, another pair of chopsticks reached out.
"Brother Xuanming, eat this. It's good for restoring your soul power."
Ning Rongrong picked up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth without saying a word.
"Hmm..."
"Slow down."
Ye Xuanming chewed helplessly.
"snort."
Dugu Yan finally couldn't resist any longer. She picked up a piece of pork rib and put it directly into Ye Xuanming's bowl.
"Eat mine."
Her tone was simple and direct.
Ye Xuanming looked at the mountain of food piled up in his bowl and felt a headache coming on.
He could only bury himself in his food, trying to end this silent war through action.
The meal ended in this atmosphere, which was both sweet and tinged with tension.
After the meal, Ning Rongrong, just as she had said, almost impatiently grabbed Ye Xuanming's hand and announced it to everyone.
"Brother Xuanming and I have something important to discuss, and no one is allowed to disturb us this afternoon!"
After saying that, she grabbed Ye Xuanming and rushed back to her room like a gust of wind.
The door slammed shut.
In the living room, Dugu Yan's hand, holding a teacup, froze in mid-air, and she let out a heavy snort.
"What could be so important that's all so mysterious?"
Ye Xingyue looked at her daughter Ye Lingling, who simply smiled and shook her head, continuing to clear the tableware.
An afternoon passed quietly in Ning Rongrong's "discussion".
When the door opened again, the setting sun had already painted half the sky red.
Ning Rongrong, supporting her waist and with a satisfied yet tired flush on her face, walked ahead.
Ye Xuanming followed behind, his expression unchanged. Ning Rongrong was no trouble for him.
In the living room, Dugu Yan had been waiting for a long time.
She changed into a dark green, form-fitting long dress that accentuated her graceful curves, her long green hair casually draped over her shoulders, exuding a dangerous yet alluring aura.
When Dugu Yan saw the two of them come out, she stood up and walked directly to Ye Xuanming.
"Now, it's my turn."
Dugu Yan's declaration was direct and frank.
Ning Rongrong wanted to say something, but Dugu Yan stopped her with a single action.
Dugu Yan reached out and grabbed Ye Xuanming's arm, pulling him away from Ning Rongrong without giving him a chance to explain.
"Rongrong, eating alone is not a good habit."
After saying this, Dugu Yan pulled Ye Xuanming and headed towards her room.
Ye Xuanming turned around, gave Ning Rongrong a reassuring look, and then was pulled into another world by Dugu Yan.
Unlike Ning Rongrong's fiery passion, Dugu Yan's approach is more like a poisonous vine, full of aggression and possessiveness.
She pushed Ye Xuanming against the wall, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her whole body against him.
"Tell me, did you miss me on your way back?"
Dugu Yan's voice had a slightly hoarse quality.
"Of course I want to."
Ye Xuanming spoke the truth.
This answer satisfied Dugu Yan.
She didn't say anything more, but expressed her longing for him over the past month through her actions.
...
As night deepened, the moon rose high in the sky.
When Ye Xuanming came out of Dugu Yan's room, the entire manor fell silent.
He gently closed the door. Dugu Yan had already fallen into a deep sleep due to the combined depletion of her soul power and physical strength.
Ye Xuanming walked along the corridor, the evening breeze blowing through his long, dark blue hair, bringing a touch of coolness.
He still easily dealt with two delicate wives, and after his martial soul awakened again, Ye Xuanming felt that his physique had become much stronger.
In particular, soul rings and soul bones have a huge effect on improving physical fitness.
Ye Xuanming did not go straight back to his own room, but stopped in front of Ye Lingling's door.
A soft light shone through the crack in the door; it hadn't been turned off yet.
Ye Lingling is still waiting for him.
Ye Xuanming raised his hand and gently knocked on the door.
"Sister Lingling, it's me."
A slight noise came from inside the door, and soon the door was opened from the inside.
Ye Lingling wore an elegant white nightgown, her light blue long hair draped over her shoulders, gleaming softly in the light.
Ye Lingling smiled and gently stepped aside to let Ye Xuanming in.
The room was filled with calming incense, its fragrance subtle and pleasant.
On the table, a cup of still-warm flower tea is steaming.
"Waiting for me?"
Ye Xuanming walked to the table and sat down.
"Um."
Ye Lingling nodded, sat down opposite him, and poured him another cup of tea.
"I saw you went to Rongrong and Yanzi's place, and I thought you might be tired."
Ye Lingling's voice was soft, yet it flowed into Ye Xuanming's heart like a clear spring, washing away his weariness.
Ye Xuanming picked up the teacup, took a sip, and the warm tea slid down his throat, spreading warmth throughout his body.
"Thank you, Sister Lingling."
"No need to thank me."
Ye Lingling looked at him, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke again.
"Is it dangerous to go out this time?"
Ye Lingling asked very directly.
They didn't ask about the soul ring or the soul bone, they only asked if he was in danger.
"It's not bad."
Ye Xuanming simply replied, "Everything is going according to plan."
Ye Lingling stopped asking questions; she trusted Ye Xuanming.
Ye Lingling stood up, walked behind Ye Xuanming, and gently pressed her slender fingers on his temples.
A gentle soul force, accompanied by the unique life force of the Nine-Heart Begonia, slowly seeped in.
It's not a soul skill, just the purest soul power to soothe.
Ye Xuanming closed his eyes, enjoying the tranquility.
He could sense that Ye Lingling's soul power carried a hint of worry, but even more joy.
"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"
Ye Lingling whispered in his ear.
"no."
Ye Xuanming opened his eyes, turned around, and took her hand.
"Then I'll spend the whole day with you tomorrow."
A faint blush rose on Ye Lingling's cheeks, and she softly hummed in agreement.
She leaned down and took the initiative to leave a soft kiss on his lips.
"It's late, get some rest."
She took Ye Xuanming's hand and led him to the bedside.
That night, there was neither Ning Rongrong's adorable and clingy affection nor Dugu Yan's domineering demands.
Only the gentlest embrace can lead to sleep.
...
The next day.
Ye Xuanming slept until he woke up naturally, which was a rare occurrence for him.
When he opened his eyes, Ye Lingling was no longer beside him.
The air still held the faint fragrance of Ye Lingling.
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