39: Chapter 39 Measuring Beauty and the Human World

Leng Yue put down her glass, gracefully wiped the milk stain from the corner of her lips, and walked up to Lin Ye with her arms open.

That oversized white shirt lifted slightly with her movement, revealing a pair of dazzlingly fair, long legs.

Lin Ye took a deep breath and pulled out the soft tape measure.

He walked up to Leng Yue and wrapped his hands around her slender waist, which could be grasped in a single handful.

The two of them pressed extremely close, and Lin Ye could feel the astonishing elasticity and faint coolness coming from Leng Yue's lower abdomen.

"Raise your arms for a moment."

Lin Ye's voice was a bit dry.

Leng Yue raised her arms as told.

Lin Ye looped the tape measure around her flat back and slowly tightened it forward.

The tape measure pressed against that thin white shirt and wrapped around her chest.

As the tape measure tightened, Leng Yue's graceful figure was outlined completely.

The soft fabric transmitted the tactile sensation to Lin Ye's fingertips.

Leng Yue's breathing instantly grew hurried.

She looked straight at Lin Ye's collarbone, not daring to look into his eyes, a blush spreading from the base of her ears to her neck.

Lin Ye glanced at the numbers on the tape measure.

Good grief, looking across the entire Jiangzhou City, I am afraid one could not find a second existence capable of rivaling these stats.

"Bust… one hundred and two."

Lin Ye feigned calmness as he called out the number, casually jotting it down in his phone's notes.

Next was the waistline.

The tape measure slowly slid down, binding her toned vestline that didn't have an ounce of excess flesh.

Sixty-two centimeters.

The ultimate waist-to-hip ratio was simply the Creator's most perfect masterpiece.

"It's done." Lin Ye put away the tape measure and took half a step back.

As if granted amnesty, Leng Yue let out a long breath and practically fled back to sit on the sofa.

"My turn! My turn!"

Frost Star skipped over, mimicking Leng Yue's posture with her arms spread wide.

Lin Ye couldn't help but chuckle, taking the tape measure and wrapping it around the little girl's body.

"Seventy-five."

Lin Ye glanced at the data and mercilessly called it out.

The smile on Frost Star's face instantly froze.

She looked down at her own chest, then turned to look at the voluptuous Leng Yue sitting on the sofa, her heterochromatic eyes filled with frustration and jealousy.

"This tape measure is broken! It's definitely broken!"

Frost Star puffed out her cheeks and snatched the tape measure from Lin Ye's hands, attempting to forcibly stretch it by a few centimeters.

"I clearly absorbed the Yin Python's internal core and grew taller! How come this place didn't grow at all?!"

Lin Ye looked at this irascible loli and almost laughed out loud.

He reached out to pinch Frost Star's chubby cheeks and comforted her, "You've only just stepped into the Corpse King realm, and evolution is a lengthy process. Drink more high-aged medicinal soups, and it will grow eventually."

"Really?" Frost Star looked at him half-in-doubt.

"I promise."

Lin Ye made a solemn vow.

As for whether zombies could undergo a secondary development, how would he know? He had to coax this little ancestor first.

"Ding! Tailoring task completed, Husband points +200, current points: 2250. Junior tailoring skill unlocked."

The afternoon time was quiet and lazy.

The sunlight slanted into the small living room on the second floor of the shop.

Without the evil cultivators' schemes, it was a rare half-day of idle leisure.

Lin Ye sat cross-legged on the bay window covered with a wool carpet.

Leng Yue obediently lay on her side across his lap.

That ankle-length silver hair fell smoothly around Lin Ye's knees.

The sunlight hit her profile, gilding her cold and glamorous visage with a layer of sacred golden halo.

Lin Ye held a delicate pair of nail clippers in his hand.

The nails of the zombie clan grew extremely fast and were as sharp as knives.

Leng Yue's dark-cyan nails had already grown more than half an inch.

He lifted one of Leng Yue's jade hands.

That hand was bone-chillingly cold, yet its tactile feel was as delicate as top-grade mutton-fat jade.

The finger bones were slender and well-proportioned, simply a flawless piece of art.

Lin Ye's movements were extremely gentle. Pinching the nail clippers, he trimmed the sharp edges with a "click, click".

Every time a section was clipped off, Lin Ye would use the pad of his thumb to gently stroke the trimmed cross-section, making sure no burrs were left behind to avoid scratching herself.

The scalding pure-yang body temperature in his palms continuously passed through the points of skin-to-skin contact, warming Leng Yue's hands that had been frozen for a thousand years.

This meticulous care was, to the Red Hou, which was accustomed to slaughter and loneliness, a fatal indulgence comparable to poison.

Leng Yue slightly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes casting two fan-shaped shadows under the sunlight.

She gently turned over, burying her face deep into Lin Ye's lower abdomen.

Through her thin sweatpants, Lin Ye could clearly feel her high-bridged nose and warm breath.

That cold fragrance of manjusaka grew increasingly rich.

"Husband…"

Leng Yue murmured softly, her voice hoarse and lazy.

"For a thousand years, this concubine has never experienced such a peaceful moment."

She reached out her other unclipped hand, gently wrapping it around Lin Ye's lower back, as if wanting to knead her entire being into his body.

Lin Ye stopped his hand movements, his fingertips passing through her waterfall-like silver hair, gently combing through it.

"Every day will be this peaceful from now on."

Lin Ye lowered his head, looking at the peerless demonic entity in his arms, his voice gentle and firm.

The sunlight, the cold fragrance, and the tactile feel of skin-to-skin contact turned the entire bay window into a gentle haven isolated from the world.

Right at this quiet moment, a silver-blue head forcibly burrowed in from beneath Lin Ye's arm.

The little girl didn't care at all about any atmosphere, forcefully squeezing herself right between Leng Yue and Lin Ye.

She straddled Lin Ye's lower legs directly, raising a pair of fair, tender little hands right in front of Lin Ye.

That pair of heterochromatic eyes blinked, brimming with the cunningness of competing for favor.

Leng Yue slowly opened her red eyes and glared at her younger sister.

Hindered by Lin Ye's presence, she didn't flare up, only silently tightening the arms wrapped around Lin Ye's waist to declare her sovereignty.

Lin Ye smiled helplessly, put down Leng Yue's hand, and took Frost Star's little hand, continuing amidst the "click" sounds to while away this rare tender time on this autumn afternoon…

By evening, the setting sun dyed half the sky orange-red.

The mobile phone placed on the coffee table vibrated, breaking the tranquility inside the room.

Lin Ye picked up the phone, and Fatty Wang's name was displayed on the screen.

Pressing the answer button, the fatty's iconic loud voice immediately came through.

"Yezi! Stop soaking in the haven of tenderness! The Song family's steward contacted me just now, saying that the car delivering the thank-you gifts has already stopped at the intersection of Taiping Street. Hurry down and receive it!"

"Thank-you gifts? Wasn't the twenty-million final balance already wired over?" Lin Ye raised his eyebrows slightly.

"That's the labor fee! Old Master Song said that Master Lin's methods reach the heavens, and tens of millions are not enough to express the Song family's respect."

Fatty was stuttering with excitement on the other end of the phone.

"You will definitely never guess what they sent over!"

Lin Ye hung up the phone and patted the shoulders of the two women in his arms.

"Let's go, my two wives. Let's go see what kind of grand gift the richest man in Jiangzhou has sent us."