?Reading on mobile phone Fang Fang didn’t pay attention, and ended up being pressed beneath the large bed. She grew increasingly afraid, speaking in a trembling voice: “You… what do you intend to do? Don’t do anything bad—we need to prepare meals for Huai姐 right away. Otherwise, when she returns, she’ll go hungry.” “Haha, you’d better think about how to feed me first,” Qin Feng laughed even more heartily. Huai姐 asked you to come back and cook—don’t be serious about that. It’s just an excuse. Do you really think so? Mei Huai had repeatedly suggested that Qin Feng should hurry up and make love to her, and even encouraged her to move in with him. That way, she’d be relieved of some of the pressure—she simply couldn’t keep up with Qin’s exceptional capabilities. Yet, surprisingly, Qin Feng didn’t take it seriously. With no other choice, Mei Huai devised this plan—she found a pretext to have Fang Fang come forward on her own initiative. She was certain that Qin Feng was still asleep, and would surely be immune to the sudden appearance of such a beautiful woman. No doubt, the beautiful CEO truly understands him. What's more, he prefers to sleep naked, and last night he clearly hadn't had enough—how could he possibly overlook Fang Fang, who had already been his girlfriend? "Rascal! Don't bully me! Take your hands off me! What do you intend to do... mmph..." Her little mouth was instantly sealed by a large one, and her delicate tongue was caught, leaving her completely silent. As for his hands, they were skillfully undoing the buttons of her blouse. Her tailored suit jacket soon came undone, followed by the collar of her shirt. Moving down, the zipper of her skirt was also being pulled open. Fang Fang pushed him a few times, only to find no effect—eventually, she simply draped her arms over his neck and gently shifted her body to assist him in the undressing process. With even a little cooperation from him, Qin's efforts became significantly more efficient. The suit and shirt were removed and tossed onto the floor by the side of the bed, and the skirt also stepped away from its place, twisted into a heap hanging on one of Fang Fu's legs. "Xiao Feng, wait—wait—" Fang Fang pushed him away with strength, breathing heavily, clearly still not fully ready. Qin Feng smiled gently. "Fang Fang, be my woman. From now on, I'll take care of you. I promise no one will ever treat you unfairly, and I'll give you the happiest life." Making girls happy wasn't difficult for him. Fang Fu's cheeks flushed pink. Since the time she had accidentally caught him and Mei Hui in the bathing room during a passionate encounter, she had been having insomnia. Even when she managed to fall asleep, she'd often have dreams that left her blushing. In her dreams, she took Mei Hui's place, and Qin Feng lay upon her, moving passionately, calling out with the same heartfelt cries as Mei Hui had. Until every morning, the very first thing she does upon waking is change into fresh underwear, and sometimes even the bedsheet has to be replaced. Of course, she's embarrassed to share these with others, for she finds herself longing for her dreams to become reality—something that, for a pure, unspoiled young woman, is equivalent to shame. Now, her dreams are about to become real, and she feels a mix of anticipation and fear. Qin Feng's sweet words have given her great courage. "Yes!" Fang Meiren nodded, her face flushed. On the large bed, Fang Meiren became the white lamb, while Qin Feng, equally bare, took on the role of the wolf. "Gently, please—I'm new to this..." said Fang Fang, deeply shy, and quickly closed her eyes. Qin Feng moved straight into the moment, soon sensing a clear resistance, and without pausing, continued forward until he overcame it. "Oh…" A soft cry escaped Fang Fang as her body tensed, her arms tightly wrapping around Qin Feng's waist, drawing sharp breaths in succession. Qin Feng recalled Mei Hui's words—when she had been forcibly intimate, several energies had entered her body and she had quickly overcome the initial pain. In the mental transmission he had received, there was also a description of the method of dual cultivation. He thought to himself, why not try it now? He drew a stream of spiritual energy from his dantian, guiding it swiftly through his meridians into the firm body of Xiao Qin Feng, attempting to see if it could pass through the tightly connected areas and enter Fang Fang's body. At first, the energy seemed reluctant to leave, and he urged it several times before it finally began to detach from him. As soon as the energy touched Fang Fang, it became lively and excited; the subsequent streams even eagerly broke free from Qin Feng and rushed into her body. Traitors! What a group of traitors! After Qi Ling detached from Qin Feng, it ceased to be under his control and began to autonomously repair the damaged floral path. Previously suffering intense pain, she now felt enveloped in warmth, with a slightly tingling sensation, and opened her eyes in surprise. "Hmm, how do you feel?" Qin Feng asked with a smile. "I'm no longer in pain... could you please move a bit, please?" she requested, blushing. How could he possibly refuse such a request—he longed to instantly transform into a small electric motor. The delicate melodies of the divine music blended with his heavy breathing, forming a unique composition. Unaware, the spiritual energy emanating from Qin Feng was gradually unblocking her meridians, eventually converging at her dantian to form a small vortex. This special ability had emerged spontaneously in Qin Feng due to the previous "accident." If any other cultivator had attempted to channel such energy into another person, the result would invariably be that the recipient would explode in mid-flight. The two of them fought tirelessly, their battle lasting over an hour. As a first-time participant, Fang Meiyu could hardly have been a match for him—she nearly exhausted herself and failed to "win" the encounter. Qin Feng, of course, knew how to cherish her, so after speeding up the pace, he finally brought the battle to a close. They embraced, breathing heavily together. A while later, as she regained some strength, she gently traced circles on his chest with her delicate fingers, speaking lazily, "Now that's settled—when Mei Hui returns and finds we haven't prepared any meals, she'll surely be upset." Qin Feng smiled mysteriously, "Do you think she'll come back?" "Why wouldn't she?" Fang Meiyu, so simple-minded until now, hadn't even realized this was a well-planned performance orchestrated by Mei Hui. The phone rang, and she struggled to pick it up—exactly as Qin Feng had predicted. The elegant CEO, making up any excuse, casually announced that she wouldn't be able to make it back for lunch.