Chapter 175: Ling Luochen—Junior, Come In~
Knock, knock, knock—
Ye Chen raised his hand and gently tapped on the door.
As one of the Shrek Seven Devils, Ling Luochen had her own private quarters. Though the location wasn't quite as luxurious as Ma Xiaotao's, her little apartment was still spacious and comfortable—worlds above the dorms of the outer courtyard.
"I'm coming~"
Moments later, her voice floated out, tinged with surprise… and a hint of nervous anticipation.
She clearly knew who it was.
Click—
The door creaked open, and a cool wash of blue met Ye Chen's eyes.
"Xiao Chen, you're here! Come in, quickly~"
Ling Luochen appeared, practically pulling him inside by the hand.
Tonight, she had clearly prepared herself. She'd bathed, her hair still slightly damp, and was dressed in a silky, ice‑blue camisole nightdress.
"Senior Sister, you look amazing tonight," Ye Chen said with a teasing grin, eyes lighting up at the sight.
Her dress was simple yet elegant, its pale blue tone reminiscent of the glacial plains of the Extreme North. Two thin straps rested precariously on her smooth shoulders, revealing her delicate collarbones and the soft, faint glow of her skin.
The low neckline framed a subtle, graceful curve—smaller than Ma Xiaotao's fiery figure, but perfectly shaped nonetheless.
The hem of the nightdress stopped just below her hips, showing off a pair of long, slender legs as flawless as carved white jade.
Every step she took made the skirt ripple slightly, teasing glimpses of lace along her thighs.
Below that, her porcelain feet peeked out from a pair of fuzzy gray slippers shaped like little white rabbits—their floppy ears bouncing playfully as she walked.
"Hmph, stop staring," she said, blushing as she reached up to cover his eyes.
"How can I not look? Senior Sister dressed this beautifully just for me." Ye Chen chuckled.
"Nonsense! I always wear this at home. Don't get the wrong idea," she said quickly, face turning red as she smoothed the skirt nervously and turned away.
"Come on. You promised to help me cultivate—we shouldn't waste time."
As she moved ahead of him, the icy silk fabric tightened slightly over her chest, emphasizing her full, rounded outline before she climbed the small staircase to the second floor.
Ye Chen followed, grinning to himself.
Her dorm wasn't very large, and the staircase was surprisingly steep.
When he looked up, the view that greeted him was… very artistically framed.
Halfway up, Ling Luochen suddenly slowed, feeling his gaze, and turned halfway around with a glare. "What are you looking at—"
Thud!
Too late.
Ye Chen, completely entranced, didn't notice her stop and bumped his head squarely into her backside—bouncing back as if struck by a cushion of ice and warmth.
"Ah! Senior Sister, why did you stop so suddenly?" he winced, rubbing his forehead.
"Y‑you—! How dare you!"
Ling Luochen's cheeks turned crimson as she covered her backside, glaring daggers. He was absolutely doing this on purpose, she was sure of it. Yet somehow, he had the nerve to act innocent.
"Come on, we shouldn't waste time," Ye Chen said, pretending nothing had happened as he gently took her hand and guided her upstairs.
There were two rooms on the second floor—the smaller one used as storage and wardrobe space, the larger one Ling Luochen's bedroom.
Ye Chen swept his spiritual sense through the walls and, without hesitation, walked straight toward the door on the right.
The moment it opened, a refreshing scent of lotus and frost greeted him.
Most girls' rooms tended toward chaos, but Ling Luochen's was spotless and neat, clearly tidied up beforehand.
"Senior Sister, we'll cultivate here?" Ye Chen asked as he sat down on the soft bed, sinking slightly into the plush blankets.
"Mhm… just a moment."
Biting her lip lightly, Ling Luochen walked to the window, drawing the curtains shut until not a hint of light escaped.
Then she turned off the soul‑light, leaving only the soft glow of a small bedside lamp.
The once‑bright room dimmed into a warm amber hue, the air growing subtle, tense… intimate.
Only then did she walk slowly over, slip off her slippers, and sit at the edge of the bed, pressing down her skirt as she lifted a knee up gracefully.
She looked at him seriously. "This time, no funny business like last time."
Although cultivating together doubled their speed, Ye Chen's "moving around" last time had been far too distracting. She needed focus—not temptation.
"Of course. We can talk about… other things after," he replied innocently.
She blushed but didn't argue. "Fine… just sit properly. Let's start already."
"Yes, ma'am."
Ye Chen climbed onto the bed beside her.
Ling Luochen inhaled deeply and scooted closer.
The distance between them closed—thirty centimeters, maybe less.
He could smell the faint, cool fragrance that was uniquely hers. His gaze shifted down, again drawn unconsciously toward the soft curves beneath her neckline.
The thin silk of her nightdress clung tightly to her chest, revealing the faint outline of her breathing.
Ling Luochen, meanwhile, felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she sensed his gaze.
Her back straightened instinctively, and the motion lifted the hem of her dress even higher, revealing the smooth inner skin of her thighs.
"Have you stared enough? Start the practice already."
Her glare was sharp, but her voice had softened, melting into something halfway between irritation and embarrassment.
"Understood," Ye Chen replied gently.
Reaching out, he wrapped an arm around her slender waist and lifted her onto his lap, closing the distance between them entirely.
Now there wasn't even an inch of air left between their bodies.
"Ugh… does this technique really have to be done like this?" she muttered, turning her head away to avoid his eyes.
She had her doubts—but the results were undeniable. Yesterday alone, their progress had been staggering.
"Of course. True cultivation methods can't be altered freely. And besides," Ye Chen said with a perfectly straight face, "our martial spirits share a similar element. Even without the secret art, this closeness boosts our efficiency by fifty percent. The closer, the better."
Both hands settled lightly around her hips, and his voice carried not a hint of guilt.
(END CHAPTER)
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