My System Forces Me to Live off Women

Chapter 362 - 282: The Bet and the Rage

"What’s this about live muscles and dead muscles?!"

Wu Wenyue whispered unhappily, "Are you going to touch or not? If not, I’ll get up."

"..."

Li Peifeng remained silent, listening closely for the footsteps of the two people downstairs. He felt they were still far away, so he honestly placed his hand on Wu Wenyue’s butt and leaned forward to look downstairs.

Hmm, Huang Tianxuan and Dao are still below the fifth floor. Touch for a while, it won’t delay anything!

The skin was smooth without any hair, the feel was excellent.

Wu Wenyue trembled slightly and couldn’t help but stand up, not turning back while letting Li Peifeng’s hands roam, her breathing a bit rapid, "What did Uncle and Aunt say to you?"

"Nothing, just moving to a new building, asking my opinion on the decoration."

Li Peifeng heard the footsteps downstairs getting closer, withdrew his hand, and casually asked, "What lap are they on now?"

Wu Wenyue bit her lip, gave him a charming look, and whispered in his ear, "Forget about them, come with me inside, Feng... Brother Feng, I want you to..."

Tiger wolf words couldn’t be spoken, Wu Wenyue had slightly restrained her edge after the earth-shattering battle as if some strange attributes had been developed.

Li Peifeng managed to speak with difficulty, "Sister Yue, control yourself, don’t you know your relatives are arriving soon?!"

Wu Wenyue was a bit upset, tried to bite him hard but ended up just lightly nibbling Li Peifeng’s lips, her eyes becoming misty, "I want to because they’re coming, and I’m a bit tired now, the more tired the more I want, they probably won’t come today, let’s do it, I won’t resist, I’m out of strength, brother, can I call you brother..."

"Snap out of it!"

Li Peifeng truly couldn’t stand Wu Wenyue calling him brother but managed to restrain himself with strong willpower, hugged Wu Wenyue’s chest with a bit of force trying to hurt her until she gasped softly then let go and awkwardly changed the topic, "They’re downstairs, do you remember how many laps each ran?"

"You bastard!"

Wu Wenyue gritted her teeth hard, understanding that Li Peifeng definitely wouldn’t take off his pants at this time, thought for a moment, and said, "You’re ahead of me by five laps, I’m ahead of Old Zhao by four laps, Old Zhao is ahead of Huang Tianxuan by two laps, it’s like that."

"That’s what I calculated."

Li Peifeng nodded slightly, "But I didn’t expect Dao to be so impressive in spite of her injury."

Wu Wenyue listened as Zhao Qingge’s footsteps got closer, snickered, "She’s really strong."

Normally, it shouldn’t be, Zhao Qingge’s usual exercise level is definitely less than Huang Tianxuan’s, and she’s five years older with a bleeding buff, but she holds a significant advantage now.

Li Peifeng speculated that the result was inseparable from the Peiyuan Pill.

He gave the medicine to Zhao Qingge for more than half a month first, whereas Huang Tianxuan received the Peiyuan Pill only two or three days ago. The difference of those ten plus days of ’strengthening the foundation’ led to Huang Tianxuan’s defeat.

"Tsk, what time is it?"

Zhao Qingge in her sportswear quickly appeared in front of the two, drenched in sweat, holding the railing with one hand and brushing her sweat-soaked bangs with the other, panting heavily, "Is it, time, up?"

"Yes."

Li Peifeng glanced at his phone and nodded with a smile, "Please come up quickly."

"!"

Zhao Qingge confirmed her victory with a jolt of energy, took the last steps two at a time, bounding to the top.

"Oh, I can’t go on~"

All this time Huang Tianxuan seemed unmoving, her feeble voice floating from somewhere around the fifth or sixth floors, "Old Zhao, you drama queen. How do you, run, so fast?!"

Zhao Qingge was exhausted enough, hearing Huang Tianxuan call her a drama queen, was too tired to reply, leaning against the wall gasping, wiping sweat from her right hand, her eyes glowing with the confident joy of victory.

[Defeated hand, how dare you confront me?!]

Your thoughts are plenty, huh?!

Li Peifeng couldn’t hold back a chuckle, "I’ll go in to get some towels; Dao, come in for a drink, wipe your sweat. Brother Yue, help Tianxuan upstairs."

"Okay."

Wu Wenyue responded and quickly went downstairs.

Li Peifeng then opened the attic door, turned on the main light, took a dry towel of his, and handed it to Zhao Qingge who followed him inside, "Dao, wipe your sweat, don’t catch a cold."

Old Zhao took it, looked, possibly finding it relatively clean without any smell, used it to wipe sweat off her forehead.

Zhao Qingge wore loose pink jogger pants and a white short-sleeved top, sweat soaking the front chest area, hinting at the grey lace bra beneath...

Seeing Zhao Qingge’s gaze gradually turning stern, Li Peifeng looked away and asked, "Now that you’ve won, what do you plan to have this defeated underling do?"

Zhao Qingge put down the towel without answering, instead looked towards the door as Wu Wenyue helped Huang Tianxuan in.

"Slow down..."

Miss Huang looked as if she’d been boiled, pale-faced, panting heavily, sweating profusely, white steam hissed from her head, relying her weight on Wu Wenyue’s body to stagger inside.

Her short blue sports vest and violet tight shorts were soaked, her bare white calves gleamed, even more exaggerated, when Huang Tianxuan entered, no matter the chin, elbows, or long hair, sweat dripped down like rain...

"Xiaofeng, go make some saline." Wu Wenyue expressed some concern, "I feel she’s prone to sudden collapse in this state."