Night fell.
Fang Cheng sat in his bedroom, hunched over his desk, which was piled high with drafts.
He was writing down all sorts of ideas for developing his abilities, planning to try them one by one later.
The bedroom door suddenly opened, and Asaka Akie came in carrying a cup of tea. She set it on the desk and said gently, "Cheng-kun, take a break."
Fang Cheng glanced at the clock on the wall. "It's fine. It's still early. If you're sleepy, go rest first."
Asaka Akie glanced at it too. It was two in the morning.
And he called that early?
Could he be one of those people who cultivated immortality?
Fang Cheng picked up the cup and took a sip, only to realize it wasn't tea but milk. Then he noticed something was off: it tasted sweeter and richer than ordinary milk.
"Asaka, what brand of milk is this?"
Fang Cheng asked in confusion, "I don't remember us usually buying milk."
Asaka Akie suddenly bent down and whispered in his ear, "It's the Minghui brand."
Fang Cheng spun around and stared at her, uncertain and startled.
Asaka Akie smiled and slowly took two steps back. Her clothes fell away, revealing sexy lingerie.
Fang Cheng slowly stood up and stared at her. "You're up in the middle of the night, dressed like that, coming into my room. You know what'll happen."
Asaka Akie immediately launched herself at him, knocking him onto the bed beside them.
"Cheng-kun, I like you so much. I love you so much."
Asaka Akie's alluring red lips breathed sweetly beside Fang Cheng's ear. Her voice was thick with love and burning passion—and resentment.
"But why won't you ever touch me, Cheng-kun? Am I not attractive enough?"
As she spoke, the two of them were