"Jiang Feng, who exactly is that Dugu Jian we just met?"

After finishing cleaning up the leftovers on the ground and the table, Nangong Qingcheng came into the kitchen and whispered to Jiang Feng, who was washing dishes.

"Really just a nobody, don't worry, no matter who he is, he won't affect us." Jiang Feng replied with a calm smile.

"Hmph, smooth talker!"

Nangong Qingcheng still felt a little uneasy, but seeing Jiang Feng's unconcerned demeanor, she just let it go.

After finishing the dishes, the two of them walked out of the kitchen together.

Nangong Qingcheng said to Nangong Honghu, "Grandpa, it's getting late. We're heading back, you should get some rest too."

She knew her grandfather had the habit of taking naps, and with his poor health, he needed to take care of himself even more.

"Ah, you two have been busy ever since you got here, don't rush off."

Nangong Honghu was a bit reluctant, "Qingcheng, I've kept your old room just as it is, why don't you and Xiao Feng take a nap before you leave, it's really hot right now."

"But—"

Nangong Qingcheng suddenly felt a little awkward. The room her grandfather mentioned was her former bedroom when she lived here. It was so small, with only one bed. How could she and Jiang Feng sleep there?

Did Grandpa really think she and Jiang Feng had already been sharing a bed?

"Grandpa, no, we should—"

"Alright, then just take a nap before you leave. After all, there's nothing going on this afternoon."

Before Nangong Qingcheng could finish, Jiang Feng suddenly cut her off with a smile, looking quite serious.

Nangong Qingcheng immediately turned her head, blushing, and glared at Jiang Feng!

"Alright then, just go rest, I won't disturb you. Remember, while you're here, treat it like your own little nest, don't hold back."

Nangong Honghu grinned from ear to ear, then leaned on his cane and returned to his room.

"Jiang Feng, what do you mean?" Nangong Qingcheng glared, blushing even more as she asked Jiang Feng.

"Can't you see? We rarely come here and the old man doesn't want to let us go yet, so we might as well stay a bit longer. Come on, let's go sleep."

With that, Jiang Feng walked straight to the room.

Behind him, Nangong Qingcheng's face was flushed like blood.

She stood there for a while, finally taking a deep breath, and bashfully followed Jiang Feng back to that little room.

This small room was just as it was before she moved out, only with fresh, soft bedding replaced.

Nangong Qingcheng felt a bit nostalgic.

Sitting on the bedding, her eyebrows knitted slightly and she appeared a bit uptight.

"Click," Jiang Feng closed the door and walked over.

Hearing the sound of the door being locked, Nangong Qingcheng became more anxious, quickly removing the slippers from her pale feet and slipping under the covers.

She nestled tightly on the inside of the bed, "I'm going to sleep! Jiang Feng, I sleep on this side, you sleep on that side, no crossing the line!"

Jiang Feng was amused, was she really asking him to play 'Chuhe Hanjie' with her?

Nangong Qingcheng didn't hear a response from Jiang Feng, just the sound of clothes being shuffled off. Then, the mattress sank a bit; she knew Jiang Feng had also gotten onto the bed, lying behind her.

"Qingcheng." Jiang Feng reached out a hand to nudge Nangong Qingcheng's back facing him.

"What?" Nangong Qingcheng didn't turn around, merely gave a faint hum.

"Turn around." Jiang Feng pressed close to her.

"Go to sleep already, it's late, let's just rest here for a bit and then we'll leave!"

Feeling Jiang Feng's warm body close against hers, Nangong Qingcheng's voice carried a hint of unease.

"Actually, the old man just wants the best for us, don't you think?"

Ignoring Nangong Qingcheng's slight struggles, Jiang Feng enveloped her firmly in his arms.

Nangong Qingcheng instantly stiffened, lightly biting her lips, saying nothing.

"We should also understand the elders' intent, though the timing isn't right..."

"Nonsense, we're still so young, and who said I was having...having a baby for you? That depends on your performance!"

Nangong Qingcheng feigned indifference to Jiang Feng's little actions, pouting playfully.

"Ahem, Qingcheng, why are you sleeping with your clothes on?"

"It's just a nap, I can manage...besides, I don't have any clothes to change into here."

"It's too hot, it's uncomfortable to sleep with clothes on, just take them off..."

Jiang Feng figured it was probably the boldest thing he had ever said to Nangong Qingcheng.

"It's not uncomfortable at all, ah...Jiang Feng, what are you doing..."

Nangong Qingcheng was still verbally resisting, yet suddenly felt Jiang Feng's large hand had already slipped onto her abdomen, gently lifting her clothes.

Nangong Qingcheng instantly felt extremely embarrassed, hurriedly pressing down on the hand misbehaving on her belly, blushing fiercely in refusal.

"Take them off, you see, I've already taken mine off." Jiang Feng leaned close to Nangong Qingcheng's ear, chuckling softly.

The warm breath on Nangong Qingcheng's neck made her body momentarily tense again.

"Bad guy!" Nangong Qingcheng angrily pinched Jiang Feng, "You rascal, I knew your agreeing with grandpa had ulterior motives! You must have planned to come in here and bully me, didn't you?"

"No way, I was genuinely worried about your discomfort; you change into pajamas at home."

Jiang Feng disregarded Nangong Qingcheng's delicate hands obstructing him, resolutely continuing his actions.

Listening to Jiang Feng's deep, magnetic voice lingering in her ear, the warm air from his nose tickling her ear, a tingling sensation spread through Nangong Qingcheng's body.

She actually didn't have the strength to truly resist Jiang Feng; her instinctive defenses stemmed from modesty and reluctance to let go.

But seeing Jiang Feng so insistent on helping her remove her clothes, she ultimately resigned herself. She closed her eyes slightly, symbolically struggling a bit more, letting Jiang Feng's large hand slowly lift her T-shirt.

Fortunately, she still wore a camisole underneath, both sexy and cute, avoiding being entirely unclothed by Jiang Feng.

"Happy now? Satisfied, you rascal, always bullying..."

Nangong Qingcheng's voice was smaller than a mosquito's hum, aggrieved.