Comfortable and Without Having to Spend One's Own Money

The receptionist seemed very familiar with this kind of business, and the implication in her words was self-evident.

Zhu Zhuqing was speechless all at once, feeling as if something was blocking her throat, her cheeks burning hot, unable to squeeze out a single word for a long time.

Lin Feng, however, reached out and naturally wrapped his arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, pulling her closer to his side.

Then, with a brilliant smile plastered on his face, he said to the receptionist, "Of course we are! Look at my girlfriend."

"She was slightly injured and needs to recuperate here for a few days. Please hurry up and get us a room."

Zhu Zhuqing was startled stiff by his sudden intimate gesture.

Before this, no male had ever had such close contact with her.

Which time was this today?

Should she slap this hand away?

Yet the warm touch coming from her waist...

She was surprised to find that her heart actually didn't have the expected sense of rejection?

What was wrong with her?

She felt she was definitely not a superficial face-dog, but at this moment, this belief seemed to show faint signs of wavering.

If Lin Feng knew her thoughts, he would probably associate it with the system's hidden bonus of ninety-nine charm.

He might even cockily say, 'Ah, this damn, nowhere-to-place charm of mine...'

If it were in the past, he would have been a person without any presence.

It was impossible for him to make someone develop a favorable impression of him just like that.

But with these ninety-nine points of charm, his presence was directly maxed out.

Just as her thoughts were in chaos, the hand Lin Feng had wrapped around her waist gave a light, unnoticeable pinch.

"Ah~~"

"Girlfriend, what are you daydreaming about?"

He leaned close to her ear, lowered his voice, and urged, "Hurry up and pay..."

In just this brief moment of daze, the receptionist had already briskly completed the paperwork and smilingly handed over a room card.

"Two distinguished guests, that will be three gold coins in total, booked for three days. Thank you for your patronage!"

Zhu Zhuqing only felt her heart bleeding... Three gold coins for just three days?

This was simply a rip-off joint!

Yet the room card was already handed to her face; not paying obviously wouldn't do.

She gritted her teeth and gave Lin Feng a resentful glare.

She had never seen such a stingy man!

Her waist had just been pinched, right?

She hated this kind of contact without any boundaries!

Were they close? Was this waist something that could be hugged casually? He even pinched it, and even wanted to accept her as a disciple—it was obviously with malicious intent.

Handing over three gold coins and taking the room card, Zhu Zhuqing was so angry that she couldn't help but fiercely pinch Lin Feng's waist.

"Hiss... It hurts!" Lin Feng sucked in a sharp breath.

"Stop messing around, you can toss me around however you want when we get back to the room." He rubbed his waist and said with a cheeky smile.

Zhu Zhuqing had a stomachache from anger and slapped away the hand that he had brazenly reached out again.

She strode toward the room, wanting nothing more than to stay far away from this unserious guy.

She was currently covered in blood and filth, feeling sticky and uncomfortable, and just wanted to take a hot bath immediately and change out of these dirty clothes.

The two of them entered the room one after the other.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't care about the distinction between men and women anymore; the moment she entered, she headed straight for the bathroom.

"Yo, girlfriend, are you in such a rush to pee? Are you that impatient?"

Lin Feng leaned against the door frame, drawing out his tone to deliberately tease her.

What answered him was a wide-eyed glare that could almost distill ice.

Zhu Zhuqing, who had always possessed a cold and aloof temperament, was at this moment driven to distraction, chest tightness, and shortness of breath by this man's provocation.

Her bulging chest heaved up and down, clearly furious to a degree.

She hated people without boundaries.

"Bang!"

The bathroom door was slammed heavily shut, shaking the door frame and venting her dissatisfaction.

Lin Feng shrugged, put away the wicked smile on his face, and walked unconcernedly toward the large bed.

With a fish-leap, he threw himself onto it, comfortably rolling around in the soft bedding.

"Comfortable, and without having to spend one's own money." He sighed contentedly.

He was truly terrified of being poor; all these years of living frugally had only saved him a few hundred gold coins, and he couldn't bear to squander them in a place like this.

His gaze swept casually around the room, but in the end, it was firmly attracted by that frosted crystal wall of the bathroom.

This was a lover hotel, after all, and a certain mood was standard equipment.

Behind the translucent crystal glass, a graceful figure was dimly undressing, her curves appearing and disappearing.

Lin Feng stared blankly for a moment.

He was living a second life and had watched many films, so logically speaking, he should still have this bit of self-control.

The problem, however, was that this eighteen-year-old body had a mind of its own!

With difficulty, he looked away, no longer asking for trouble.

He forced himself to calm down and began studying the massive pile of martial arts manuals rewarded by the system, using this to distract himself.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing inside the bathroom had stripped away all her clothes.

Instead of stepping into the bathtub immediately, she stood in front of the mirror and carefully examined her body.

She had long felt that the injuries on her body seemed to have completely healed, and right now was the time to confirm it.

"The injuries on my body really are all healed? Not even a trace of a scar is left?"

The skin in the mirror was as smooth as new, with no wounds to be seen.

She remembered clearly that she had no less than dozens of large and small wounds on her body, yet at this moment they had vanished without a trace.

"This guy's healing method is surprisingly terrifying."

Thinking of how Lin Feng had silently obliterated a Soul Ancestor with a wave of his hand, doubt welled up in her heart again.

"Yet if he is a healing soul master, where did he get such a cold killing method?"

This man who had suddenly appeared by her side quietly gave birth to a desire to investigate deep inside her heart.

"Well, after taking a bath, perhaps I can ask clearly."

The warm water flow enveloped her body, and Zhu Zhuqing slowly immersed herself into the bathtub, unable to help letting out a satisfied, soft sigh.

She could no longer remember how long it had been since she had taken such a comfortable bath.

The warm water flow soothed her exhaustion, also letting her thoughts drift away.

In her mind, she involuntarily replayed everything that had happened after meeting Lin Feng.

Why did he suddenly appear there and even save her?

How old was he to possess such powerful strength?

Why did she inexplicably obey his words all the way?

And how could she muddleheadedly move into the same room with this man?

Was his desire to accept her as a disciple out of sincerity, or did he have an ulterior motive?

Zhu Zhuqing was well aware of the trouble her appearance brought; whenever she appeared in the public view, she always attracted quite a few malicious gazes.

Thinking about it this way and that, she still could not figure out a clue.

"Fine, I'll just treat it as repaying a life-saving grace."

She murmured in her heart, making her decision.

She wondered whether she should find an excuse to leave this place after taking a bath.

After all, she and Lin Feng could hardly be considered close, and an unmarried man and woman living in the same room—what was that supposed to mean?

There was a faint worry that it would turn into tinder and fire.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng, who was already lying on the bed, did not know what Zhu Zhuqing was thinking.

He was communicating with the system in his mind.

He directly asked the doubt in his heart:

"System, how is a disciple considered successfully accepted?"