Upstairs Won't Stop, Downstairs Can't Sleep

"Husband, I'll go buy a few qipaos later. I'll wear them tonight."

"I'll definitely look better than that girl from earlier."

Wu Meng was jealous.

Luo Feng had stared fixedly at Qiao Xi's waist and hips, and it left a sour taste in her heart.

Brother Feng was good in every way—except he was far too lustful.

She needed to work harder and drain Brother Feng dry. Then he wouldn't have the energy to pay attention to other women!

Including Sister Qingyuan!

Meng Qingyuan and Wu Meng both knew about each other's existence, but under the system's influence, neither had considered leaving Luo Feng.

"Haha, alright. We'll go buy them after we eat."

Luo Feng laughed without explaining himself. He lived honestly and true to himself.

Wu Meng said nothing more and began wolfing down her food, silently vowing to make Brother Feng unable to get out of bed tonight!

When they went to a nearby qipao shop to buy clothes, they ran into Qiao Xi and Zhang Haiyang again.

They were trying on clothes.

Luo Feng still looked at them openly, his gaze full of appreciation.

Although her figure wasn't as impressive as Wu Meng's, she had a youthful pride to her that carried a different kind of allure.

Ding.

Someone has been detected secretly photographing Wu Meng. Key areas have been blocked, and the photos taken will have focus issues.

He looked toward the nearest man and saw that it was Zhang Haiyang.

Zhang Haiyang hurriedly put away his phone, pretending to offer Qiao Xi advice.

Luo Feng smiled. Sure enough, while he was looking at beautiful women, other men weren't sitting idle either.

Good thing he had the system. It let him rest easy.

On the other side, Qiao Xi saw Luo Feng enter through the mirror, his gaze landing directly on her.

After her initial surprise, she felt disgusted.

"Sure, this one will do. I'll go change. Once we pay, let's leave quickly. I don't want to see that man."

Qiao Xi spoke to Zhang Haiyang and followed the attendant into the fitting room.

"Alright."

Zhang Haiyang also felt that Luo Feng's gaze was far too blatant. He himself had been subtle about it, so why did this guy get to stare so openly?

Wu Meng selected some clothes and entered a fitting room.

Zhang Haiyang and Luo Feng ran into each other at the checkout counter.

"Mister, stop staring at my girlfriend like that. Have some manners, understand?"

Looking at Luo Feng's ordinary face and slightly pudgy build, Zhang Haiyang felt that his staring at Qiao Xi was practically a desecration.

Luo Feng looked at him in surprise. He hadn't expected the young man to be so possessive.

But...

"What do you mean, your girlfriend?"

Luo Feng chuckled. "Have you held her hand? Kissed her? Do you know her bust and hip measurements?"

"Everyone is free to dress how they want, and I'm free to look at whoever I want."

Luo Feng fired back without holding back. What right did a simp and a creepy voyeur have to yell at him?

"You... you have no manners!"

"Qianqian will be my girlfriend sooner or later!"

"Our relationship is pure, unlike your filthy way of thinking!"

"Do you even understand what love is?!"

Zhang Haiyang had been struck where it hurt and hurriedly raised his voice.

He felt that this older man was far too materialistic, always bringing up that sort of thing.

Too materialistic!

Just then, Qiao Xi emerged after changing clothes. She had heard some of the commotion earlier and hurried up.

"Haiyang, what's wrong?"

she asked in confusion.

"Nothing. I just told this guy to keep his eyes clean and stop staring at you."

Luo Feng smiled.

He looked at Qiao Xi and said, "I think you're very pretty, and you have a great figure, so I like looking at you. Do you think there's anything wrong with that?"

He turned to Zhang Haiyang and continued, "You were sneaking glances at my girlfriend just now, acting all timid, and you even took photos of her. I feel sick on your behalf."

"Taking photos?" Qiao Xi asked doubtfully.

She looked at Zhang Haiyang.

"Bullshit! How could I?! You're slandering me!"

Zhang Haiyang's face flushed red.

At that moment, Wu Meng walked out. Wearing the qipao, her charm had instantly become poised and alluring.

Qipaos were already tight-fitting and flattering to the figure. Her ample, perky curves put every other woman present to shame.

"Husband, how do I look in this one?"

She asked expectantly.

Luo Feng stopped paying attention to Qiao Xi and the other man, walking straight toward Wu Meng as he praised, "Absolutely gorgeous. A beauty capable of toppling a nation."

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his hand vigorously kneading her from behind.

"Have you seen enough?!

"Let's go!"

Looking at Zhang Haiyang's dazed expression, Qiao Xi immediately knew Luo Feng had been telling the truth.

Disgusted and disappointed, she did not expose him outright. Carrying the bag of clothes, she walked out of the store.

"Qianqian, wait for me!"

"Don't call me Qianqian. We're only classmates. I've already transferred the money for the clothes to your WeChat."

"Don't be like that, just listen to my explanation..."

The two walked away.

"Husband, what was going on with those two?"

Wu Meng asked in confusion.

"A conflict between a simp and a green tea. Ignore them. Go try on these two as well."

Luo Feng picked up two qipaos with very little fabric and handed them to her.

"Ah, aren't these too revealing?"

Wu Meng cried out, a little shy.

"You only need to wear them for me to see. Later, I'll go into the fitting room to see how they look on you, so you won't have to come out and let other men enjoy the view."

Luo Feng said with a smile.

There were two other men present, and upon hearing that, they indeed showed disappointed expressions.

"Behave yourself in the fitting room."

Wu Meng sounded as though she were warning him, but she was actually fanning the flames. Her expression was eager with anticipation.

"You little temptress!"

"Husband, mine isn't little!"

"Fine, fine. I'll slay the demon later!"

In the end, they did not do anything in the fitting room. After some simple kissing and touching, they called it a day. Luo Feng did not want to disrupt the store's normal business.

Before ten that night, they returned to Blue Bay with six qipaos.

Seeing that the bedding sets in all three bedrooms had been fully arranged, Luo Feng nodded in satisfaction.

Wu Meng then went to change into one of the qipaos they had just bought, saying she wanted to give Luo Feng a qipao shock.

Naturally, Luo Feng had no objection. He lay on the bed and waited.

About twenty minutes later, Wu Meng entered the bedroom.

"Husband, does it look good?"

She slowly turned in a circle.

Wu Meng wore a black qipao, its upper portion hollowed out and barely covering the crucial spots while perfectly displaying their shape.

The qipao narrowed tightly at her waist, the contours of her abs faintly visible. At her hips, the curves flared dramatically again, and thanks to the highly elastic material, it did not split apart.

Further down, the slit at her thighs rose high, exposing more than half of her round, perky buttocks.

She was even wearing high heels, making her directly taller than Luo Feng.

"It looks amazing. It's so tempting."

She was smoking hot.

He pulled Wu Meng into his arms.

"Husband, don't... let me go first."

Wu Meng whispered in his ear in a seductive voice. Her warm breath brushed past his ear, making his reaction even stronger.

He was gently pushed down.

"Husband, close your eyes."

Twenty minutes later, he finally felt relieved.

He looked at Wu Meng, who was kneeling at the foot of the bed.

"Wife, you've worked hard."

He gently stroked Wu Meng's hair.

"I'm going to the bathroom," Wu Meng said.

Wu Meng looked somewhere and cried out, "Why is it still like this?"

She was startled and delighted, but also afraid.

Will I really be able to drain Brother Feng dry tonight?

In the washroom, Wu Meng's hair, which had originally been tied up, had become somewhat messy. It gradually came loose until it finally fell completely down.

The lost little bird from that afternoon had flown back again, chirping nonstop in the bathroom.

In the same building and the same unit, a resident on the twenty-sixth floor—

A married woman around thirty was enjoying a bath in her bathtub, but faint noises had begun coming from upstairs thirty minutes ago.

Because of the drainpipes, if the upstairs bathroom was too loud, the sounds would inevitably carry downstairs.

Out of curiosity, she wanted to see how long the people upstairs could keep going, so she had stayed in the tub.

But the time dragged on. After half an hour, the rhythm began to quicken, and the sounds grew louder and louder.

She could no longer hold back in the bathtub.

The water's surface began to ripple rhythmically.

Five minutes later, the sounds upstairs kept rising before abruptly disappearing. The married woman's whole body tensed, then she went limp.