My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 355 - 279: 1-on-1 Experience (2)

The truth is, one-on-one shared dreaming works quite well. After ’dream therapy,’ Wu Wenyue isn’t as angry anymore, so this plan naturally needs to continue.

As for Huang Tianxuan and Zhao Qingge, the former, this vixen, isn’t urgent. It doesn’t even matter if they share a dream, but Li Peifeng believes it’s essential to have a big dream with her. Otherwise, when the community lockdown lifts, Old Zhao will run far, as far as possible!

Thinking of this, Li Peifeng applied a bit more perfume, put away the Nether Sea Incense, and walked out of the bedroom.

"Knock, knock~"

He knocked on Zhao Qingge’s room door, but before he could speak...

"I don’t eat fruit."

Zhao Qingge raised her voice a bit. Li Peifeng repeated the ’discussion topic’ excuse, and four or five seconds later, the door opened from the inside.

"Come in."

Zhao Qingge was wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a set of velvet black loungewear, long sleeves and pants, covering up tightly. Even her cotton slippers didn’t expose her ankles. The only parts of her body exposed, apart from her hands, were her snow-white clavicle and face.

Charming, yet aloof.

"I said I don’t eat fruit!"

Could it be it’s that time of the month?

Li Peifeng’s heart tensed: "It’s fine, if you don’t eat, I will."

Zhao Qingge frowned, looked at Li Peifeng walking into the room, then at the two girls watching TV in the living room. She didn’t close the door but sat on the corner of the bed near the door, arms crossed: "Go ahead."

"It’s mainly about the end-of-term assignment for the Webnovel Studies elective. I mentioned it in the group, but many classmates haven’t written it. I estimate it will take at least two weeks to collect them all, so the summary article I promised you might be delayed."

As Li Peifeng spoke, he kept moving, first placing the fruit plate on the desk, then turning around to the door and closing it...

Zhao Qingge immediately frowned: "Open the door."

Li Peifeng didn’t listen. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed, maintaining a not-too-close, not-too-far distance from her, explaining: "They’re watching TV, there’s noise. If I don’t close the door, it’s too messy to talk."

Then before Zhao Qingge could speak, Li Peifeng picked up a pen, pretending to take notes, tilting his head and pondering, "Where was I? Oh, the delay in the elective end-of-term assignment summary. Can you accept this? If not, I can urge them."

Zhao Qingge moved ten centimeters to the side, checked the date on her phone, and said: "The latest is the 25th of this month. Late submissions will have a 10% penalty per day. Your summary should be to me by January 3rd."

Li Peifeng thought for a moment, felt the time was enough, and nodded: "Okay, I’ll notify them. And as for the project, I haven’t had a group meeting recently, so I’m not too sure about the current research progress..."

He stopped mid-sentence because he noticed that Zhao Qingge’s hands, which were crossed in front of her, had changed position. Instead, she placed her hands on her waist, subtly clutching her stomach, her face turning from red to white, clearly in pain!

"I’ll make you a bowl of brown sugar ginger tea."

Li Peifeng moved quickly, putting words into action. Despite Zhao Qingge’s emphasis on ’no need, don’t bother,’ he strode out of the bedroom straight to the kitchen.

At times like this, a cup of hot sweet tea is essential to warm her all day long, showing Old Zhao through actions; this jerk can be warm too!

Huang Tianxuan looked on in surprise: "Kicked out so quickly?"

Wu Wenyue shook her head: "Probably not."

Then they heard the sound of water and the gas stove lighting up. Because the TV drama was at an exciting, dramatic moment, they couldn’t be bothered to pay attention.

But after two or three minutes, Li Peifeng came out holding a bowl of dark brown, steaming soup, handing it directly to Wu Wenyue: "Your time is coming soon, right? Eat less fruit."

Wu Wenyue shifted her gaze from the TV screen, looked at the contents of the bowl, and then at him, feeling confused but even more warmed in her heart.

[Having a conversation with Zhao Qingge in the room, and suddenly thinking of me?]

Wu Wenyue’s face broke into a smile: "It’s either tomorrow or the day after. Leave it here, I’ll drink it after it cools down."

"Hehe~"

Huang Tianxuan chuckled: "Peifeng, tell me, why are you so skilled at this? How many bowls of sweet soup have you made over the years? Enough to circle the Earth?"

Just you wait, when I get a chance to drag you into a dream, I’ll see how I handle you!

Li Peifeng snorted inwardly, ignoring Huang Tianxuan’s teasing, turned back to the kitchen, picked up another bowl of sweet soup, and entered Zhao Qingge’s bedroom...

"Click~"

"Bang!"

The sound of the door closing coincided with Wu Wenyue slapping her thigh!

"I knew it, bringing me warmth was just the secondary goal. The real aim was her?!"

Wu Wenyue’s expression clouded over, looking at the sweet soup on the coffee table, feeling more agitated: "A leopard can’t change its spots!"

"You... you can be mad, but why hit my thigh?!"

Huang Tianxuan almost cried, vigorously brushing off the hand on her thigh, wincing as she rubbed it while venting to Wu Wenyue: "What did I do to deserve this? I’m warning you, Yueyue, stop acting casually and hands-on, or I’ll really get angry!"

Wu Wenyue pouted: "You get to grab my butt, but I can’t slap your thigh?"

The words had barely left her mouth when she saw Huang Tianxuan blush with eyes wide open, eyebrows raised as if about to burst with anger. Wu Wenyue immediately picked a big cherry from the fruit plate, plucked the stem off, and handed it to her companion’s mouth, her tone softened: "Alright, eat something. I was wrong earlier, and I apologize."

Huang Tianxuan’s anger subsided slightly, her mouth gingerly accepting the cherry Wu Wenyue offered, curling up on the sofa, clutching a pillow, eyes returning to the TV. Yet, she spoke in a hushed tone: "Aren’t you going to eavesdrop on what they’re talking about?"