Maple Dye Pavilion, second-floor bedroom.
In the tranquil room, only the faint clattering sounds of construction from outside the window and Yu Luomian's booming curses remained.
"Hey, you over there! You mixed in too much water! Believe it or not, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of the supervisor!"
"And you! Yes, you! Don't you even know how to use a shovel? I'd be faster than you with a No. 8 hook!"
Zhu Zhuyun stood by the window, watching the bustling "construction site" below. Every so often, she covered her mouth with a handkerchief, letting out a string of suppressed giggles as her delicate shoulders trembled slightly.
Meanwhile, on the soft bed behind her, Lin Feng lay sprawled comfortably on his stomach, his eyes half-closed as he enjoyed the bonelessly soft touch on his back.
Zhu Zhuqing knelt on his back, her little face flushed red. Her small hands kneaded his shoulders with just the right amount of force.
Tonight, it was her turn.
At the thought of it, her heart began to race disobediently, and her hands faltered slightly.
"What's wrong?"
Without opening his eyes, Lin Feng asked lazily.
"N-Nothing, Master." Zhu Zhuqing's voice was as faint as a mosquito's buzz. She hurriedly composed herself, and the pressure of her hands became even and comfortable again.
Rather than disturbing Lin Feng, the sounds of construction outside became a strange sort of lullaby.
Just as he was drifting off, his consciousness about to sink into sleep—
[Ding!] [Warning: Two overconfident flies are spying on you. Their energy levels are the same as that useless trash at the entrance chewing on chicken wings.]
The system's familiar venomous tongue arrived in Lin Feng's mind right on schedule.
Lin Feng's nearly closed eyelids twitched almost imperceptibly.
He slowly