Chapter 95 Wang Dong: I Don't Care—I Want It Too!
"Alright, Xiao Xiao, go back and rest early. Your class's training schedule is too intense—Wang Dong's already month—"
Ye Chen stopped mid‑sentence as he instantly felt a wave of killing intent. He quickly shut his mouth.
Wang Dong was glaring daggers at him; had he finished that sentence, she would have leapt at him without hesitation.
"What 'month'?"
Xiao Xiao blinked her innocent eyes, puzzled.
"Wang Dong's getting more and more tired lately. She needs to eat better, build up her strength," Ye Chen added smoothly with a laugh.
"Mm! I should probably eat better too," Xiao Xiao agreed with a nod.
…
The three chatted idly as they walked back to the dorms.
Xiao Xiao said goodbye first and returned to rest.
Ye Chen and Wang Dong continued toward Room 112 together.
The whole way, Wang Dong remained silent—clearly sulking.
When they reached the door, she stormed inside first and slammed it shut with a click.
"Wang Dong, what are you doing?" Ye Chen asked, perplexed, finding himself locked out.
"I'm changing clothes! You're not allowed in!"
Her muffled voice rang out, taut with indignation.
"…Changing clothes doesn't require that level of anger," Ye Chen muttered, rubbing his nose. She was definitely acting strange, though he couldn't quite tell why.
Ah well—probably switching into some cute dress before they cultivated together.
He certainly had no objections to that.
Rustling sounds came from inside. After a few moments, they stopped. Then, with a faint click, the lock turned.
Ye Chen pushed open the door.
The wooden door creaked softly, and the warm evening light spilled into the room.
Then he froze.
Standing there was Wang Dong—no longer in her usual boyish attire but in a pale pink‑blue short dress. The breeze from the window played with the lace hem, making it flutter gently.
The frilled skirt framed her figure in delicate curves. Over‑knee white stockings climbed from her ankles to mid‑thigh, the elastic band leaving a faint soft dent above her knees. The thin silk shimmered faintly under the light, glowing with a pearly sheen.
Her long pink‑blue hair fell freely behind her shoulders. Soft bangs brushed lightly across her brow, revealing a smooth forehead and a small, slightly upturned nose.
The sunlight caught the bridge of it just right, making her already fair skin glow brighter, while her cherry‑colored lips looked even softer.
"Idiot… have you stared enough yet?"
Her ears flushed crimson as she tugged nervously at her skirt hem. She tried to sound angry—but somehow, she only looked more adorable.
"Where'd you get that outfit? It actually suits you pretty well," Ye Chen said with a teasing grin, amusement glinting in his eyes.
"Hmph! Naturally! I'm gorgeous no matter what I wear."
Puffing out her chest proudly, she strutted over to the bed, sat down, and started kicking her feet lightly. "My foot's sprained too. Give me a treatment."
"…I can't even tell you're hurt. What am I supposed to treat?" Ye Chen said dryly, sitting on the mattress beside her.
"I don't care. You treated Xiao Xiao—I want one too!"
She lifted her leg and planted her foot squarely against his chest, obviously acting spoiled.
"And besides, you said my energy's been unbalanced. Fix that too!" she added quickly, grasping for any excuse that came to mind.
"Fine, fine…"
Ye Chen sighed. Now he understood completely—she was jealous.
If he refused, she'd probably explode.
He took hold of her foot and began to massage it gently.
There was no need for acupuncture this time—just a light massage to keep her happy.
"Hmph, that's more like it~"
Wang Dong flopped down, hugging a pillow with satisfaction as relaxation spread across her face.
If Xiao Xiao got pampered, then she would too—only longer!
"You're exposed," Ye Chen said offhandedly.
"Ah! Don't look! Can you just focus on the massage?!"
She squealed, clamping the pillow between her knees and kicking him in embarrassment.
The shameless man—massaging while peeking!
Thank goodness she'd worn… something.
"Alright, alright…"
Ye Chen chuckled and focused again, continuing his gentle kneading.
Her jealousy was kind of cute, honestly.
Since she'd behaved fairly well recently, he decided not to tease her too much and gave her a free "session."
And he had to admit—her foot felt pretty nice. The stockings she wore were smooth as silk—whoever crafted them had impeccable taste.
As these thoughts crossed his mind…
Wang Dong felt the subtle change in his touch. She thought she might be imagining things, but unconsciously pressed her foot down to confirm—
"Ah! Ye Chen, you—!" she gasped softly, her face going crimson with disbelief.
He actually…
"Now that I've helped you, it's your turn to help me," Ye Chen murmured, turning toward her with a knowing, teasing smile.
"H‑help you? What are you even talking about…"
Stammering, she quickly looked away and pulled her foot back, clearly pretending not to understand.
"This whole mess is your fault. Of course you have to make it right. I'll give you one more chance."
Grinning wickedly, Ye Chen leaned forward, pushing her gently down onto the bed. Though his smile was light, his tone carried unmistakable authority.
"F‑fine… you big bully… always picking on me…"
Her voice quivered, half protest, half surrender. She knew she couldn't overpower him—and she still relied on him for cultivation—so she relented.
But deep down, an odd twitch of anticipation flickered inside her, making her heartbeat quicken for reasons she didn't understand.
…
…
An hour later.
A pair of stained white stockings landed in the trash bin.
"Ugh… you big jerk… always bullying me…"
Wang Dong lay sprawled on the bed, head buried in the covers, whining pitifully. The sight was heartbreakingly sweet.
"What do you mean bullying? It's normal for a boyfriend to ask his girlfriend for help, isn't it?" Ye Chen whispered, lowering himself beside her, arm wrapping around her slim waist.
"Wh‑what boyfriend! Don't say nonsense, I… I didn't agree to that yet…"
Her face flared bright red, words tumbling over themselves—she hadn't expected him to be so shameless.
"Oh, not yet? Then forget it. I'll ask Xiao Xiao next time instead. I'm sure—"
"No! You can't ask Xiao Xiao!!"
Before he could finish, she practically exploded, springing upright, frantic.
"Why not?" Ye Chen asked, feigning innocence, amusement twinkling in his eyes.
"Because… because… just no!" she stammered, her voice shrinking to a whisper.
Unlike Ye Chen, she didn't have the nerve to say what she truly meant.
(END CHAPTER)
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