43: Master, is it cold sleeping alone?

Main Peak, Muxue Cave Residence.

That Sleeping Palace, which was once so cold and detached that it was free from even a speck of dust, now possessed an out-of-place aura, full of masculinity and vitality.

Qin Feng stood in the center of the Sleeping Palace, feeling completely uncomfortable.

Although this wasn't his first time in this place.

Standing here openly in the capacity of a "resident," like today, was a first.

The Sleeping Palace was large and decorated with elegance and luxury.

Every piece of furniture was crafted from ten-thousand-year cold jade or thousand-year rosewood, while ancient landscape paintings with profound Concepts hung on the walls. The air was permeated with a faint, cool fragrance of ice lotus, unique to his Revered Master.

Not far away, that excessively wide cold jade bed was covered with a soft ice-silk quilt, its gauze curtains hanging lightly, creating a hazy and infinitely imaginative scene.

The moment he thought about how, starting from tonight, he would be sleeping here...

No, that wasn't right; it was being "imprisoned" here. Qin Feng felt his throat go dry.

"Rebellious Disciple, what are you still standing there stunned for?"

A cold voice came from a quiet room inside the Sleeping Palace.

Qin Feng shuddered and quickly looked toward the source of the sound.

He saw his Revered Master, Zhao Muxue, had already changed out of that domineering Black-gold Phoenix Robe and was now wearing a simple and elegant moon-white silk dress.

She was sitting on a meditation cushion in the quiet room, with a primitive chessboard placed in front of her. On the board, black and white pieces were interlaced, looking like an unfinished game.

She did not look at Qin Feng, but stared quietly at the chessboard, as if pondering something.

But Qin Feng could clearly feel an invisible, cold gaze firmly locked onto his every move.

"Disciple... Disciple does not know what to do."

Qin Feng bit the bullet and answered cautiously.

"Hmph."

Zhao Muxue snorted coldly and finally lifted her eyelids.

Those cold phoenix eyes glanced at him indifferently.

"In my Sleeping Palace, do I still need to teach you how to live here?"

Her voice carried a hint of impatience and obvious... embarrassment.

Qin Feng understood instantly.

Revered Master is... feeling shy.

Although she had used the most domineering method to forcibly "kidnap" him here.

But now that they were truly alone in the same room, this "maiden" who had lived for over a hundred years didn't know how to conduct herself.

Qin Feng's mind became active at once.

Looking at his Revered Master's pretty face, which was pretending to be calm but actually had ears slightly flushed red, he chuckled inwardly.

Oh Revered Master, Revered Master, this move of yours, "inviting the wolf into the house," is truly... shooting yourself in the foot.

"Disciple understands."

A very "obedient" smile appeared on Qin Feng's face.

He walked to a corner of the Sleeping Palace where there was a small soft couch, which was likely used by the maidservants for resting.

He pointed to that soft couch and asked with a "sensible" expression: "Revered Master, may Disciple... sleep here from now on?"

Zhao Muxue looked at the small and narrow soft couch, then at Qin Feng's tall and sturdy figure, and her dark eyebrows knitted imperceptibly.

Sleep there?

To think he could come up with that.

But she said coldly: "Suit yourself."

"Alright!"

Qin Feng agreed immediately, then actually walked over and sat down on the soft couch, even patting it in a showy manner as if testing its firmness.

Seeing him like this, Zhao Muxue felt a surge of anger.

This Rebellious Disciple!

Is he truly stupid or just pretending?

Did I let you into the Sleeping Palace to sleep on a maid's bed?

She took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the anger in her heart, and tried to refocus her attention on the chessboard in front of her.

However, the corner of her eye uncontrollably glanced, again and again, at the figure sitting in the corner.

The Sleeping Palace fell into an eerie silence.

There was only the sound of the wind outside the window and the crisp sound of chess pieces occasionally falling.

Qin Feng sat on the soft couch, appearing to be resting with his eyes closed, but in reality, he was quietly observing his Revered Master's reaction.

Tonight would be a war without smoke.

An ultimate game of chess regarding "family status" and "dominance."

Whoever speaks first, loses.

Time passed minute by minute.

The sky gradually darkened.

Inside the Sleeping Palace, several large night-luminescent pearls automatically emitted a soft glow, illuminating the entire room as bright as day.

Zhao Muxue finally finished that game of chess.

She stood up slowly and stretched lazily.

That simple movement revealed her breathtaking curves, wrapped in the silk dress, without reservation.

Qin Feng's breath uncontrollably skipped a beat.

Zhao Muxue seemed to notice his gaze, her body stiffened slightly, then immediately returned to normal.

She walked to the table in the center of the Sleeping Palace, poured herself a cup of Spiritual Tea, and sipped it slowly, never looking at Qin Feng again from beginning to end.

It was as if he didn't even exist in this room.

Qin Feng chuckled inwardly.

Keep your composure, Revered Master, you must keep your composure.

After a while longer.

Zhao Muxue put down the teacup.

She walked to the edge of that large cold jade bed.

Then, under the gaze of Qin Feng, which instantly became burning hot.

She slowly untied the sash at her waist.

The moon-white silk dress, like flowing moonlight, slipped off quietly.

Revealing the inner undergarment, which was also moon-white and embroidered with ice lotus patterns.

The fabric, thin as a cicada's wing, could not hide those proud curves and snow-white skin at all.

Under the soft light of the night-luminescent pearls, her body, perfect as a masterpiece of the gods, exuded a deadly temptation.

Qin Feng felt as if his drool was about to fall.

The Dragon-Elephant Power within him began to stir uncontrollably.

Is Revered Master... planning a big move?

A beauty trap?

This is too direct!

However, Zhao Muxue's next action left him stunned.

She did not do anything seductive towards him as Qin Feng had imagined.

She just pulled open the ice-silk quilt, and then, just like that... lay down.

She turned on her side, with her back to Qin Feng, and said in a voice that was incomparably calm but carried a trace of trembling: "I am going to rest."

"You, suit yourself."

Qin Feng: "..."

He stared blankly at the exquisite, slightly trembling curves curled up under the quilt, his mind a complete blank.

Suit... suit myself?

Revered Master, what... what kind of move is this?

You forcibly "kidnapped" me to your Sleeping Palace, and then performed a vivid scene of "undressing" in front of me.

And in the end, you just... went to sleep?

And told me to suit myself?

How am I supposed to suit myself?

Are you telling me to look at your perfect back and take care of it myself?

Or could it be...

A bold thought grew wildly in Qin Feng's mind.

Is Revered Master... waiting?

Waiting for me to take the initiative and go over?

While she says to suit myself, in reality, is she using this method to hint at me?

Giving me a "test"?

Qin Feng's heart began to pound wildly.

He felt like he had guessed the truth.

Revered Master, in the end, still couldn't bring herself to do it.

She wanted to enjoy the pleasure of being conquered, yet also wanted to maintain her dignity as a Revered Master.

Therefore, she came up with this extremely awkward method.

She set the stage and built up the atmosphere to this point.

Just waiting for him, the "male lead," to take the stage!

【 Ding! 】

【 Detected that the Host is facing an ultimate test, issuing a hidden mission! 】

【 Option 1: Remain unmoved. Meditate on the soft couch for the night and use your willpower to prove to Revered Master that you are a gentleman. 】

【 Option 2: Get the hint. Take the initiative to get on the bed and use your actions to tell her who the Revered Master of this Sleeping Palace is! 】

【 Option 3: Play dumb. Ask her if it's cold on the bed and if she needs you to warm the bed for her. 】

Looking at the three options appearing in his mind, a wicked smile curled up on the corner of Qin Feng's mouth.

Does this even need choosing?

A gentleman?

If I, Qin Feng, were a gentleman, the grass on my grave would already be three feet high!

He stood up slowly from the soft couch.

Step by step, he walked toward that large cold jade bed that exuded a deadly temptation.

His footsteps were very light, yet they were like war drums, beating against Zhao Muxue's heart, which was so nervous it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

He's coming!

That Rebellious Disciple, he's coming over!

Zhao Muxue clutched the quilt tightly, her body tensed like a fully drawn bow.

She could feel that familiar, aggressive masculine aura getting closer and closer to her.

Her breathing became rapid and scorching.

She didn't know whether she should be expectant or afraid.

Just at this moment.

The edge of the bed sank slightly.

That Rebellious Disciple, he sat up!

Zhao Muxue's body trembled violently.

Then, she heard.

That Rebellious Disciple leaned down, and by her ear, in a voice full of magnetism and incomparable tenderness, asked softly:

"Revered Master."

"Is it cold sleeping alone?"

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