Chapter 181: Isn’t This Action Just Way Too Intimate?
“Almost there, right?”
Bai Feng sagged onto the sofa, feeling completely wiped out even though he’d only taken a few pictures. Talk about mental fatigue.
At first, he was kinda interested—flirted a little with Yu Yao, you know—but after snapping a handful of shots, that old enthusiasm vanished. Plus, Yu Yao had a touch of OCD; any tiny flaw meant re-sh**t. The photo sh**t dragged on and on, duller than a spoon. Now, he just wanted to wrap this up, no matter how unreasonable it was.
“Getting there, getting there!”
Yu Yao hurriedly scanned through the photos she’d taken. In each one, she and Bai Feng lounged on the living room sofa nibbling on snacks, pretended to feed each other at the dining table, cooked in the kitchen, washed Bai Feng’s discarded clothes outside the bath… every move meticulously thought out.
But somehow, staring at the images in the image retainer, she felt something was missing.
“Oh right!” she suddenly lifted her head, eyes locking onto the languishing Bai Feng on the sofa. “Little Junior Brother, let’s take one in your bedroom! This will absolutely be the last one!”
Bai Feng blinked. “?”
Take photos in my bedroom? What for?
“After all, the bedroom’s a very private space. If I appear in your bedroom… that means our relationship isn’t ordinary!” Yu Yao, apparently oblivious to Bai Feng’s reaction, beamed with excitement and continued blabbering, “We don’t need to do anything overly intimate—just me lying in your bed, and you showing your arm in the camera is enough!”
Bai Feng pondered. That really did sound simple, so he nodded. “Alright, then let’s take the last shot in your bedroom.”
In Bai Feng’s room, Yu Yao’s heart pounded a bit faster than usual.
She’d been there before, sure, but this time a strange nervousness crept in.
*Cough cough!* She cleared her throat twice, turned to Bai Feng, and said, “Little Junior Brother, please lie down on the bed.”
Bai Feng nodded and flopped onto the bed. All he wanted now was to finish this photo sh**t soon.
“Uh, Little Junior Brother, take off your robe,” Yu Yao said while fiddling with the image retainer.
“Okay.”
Bai Feng reached out and slipped off his robe, then lay flat on the bed.
“Turn to your side and stretch your arm forward,” she instructed, slyly unbuttoning her outer coat as she spoke.
“Wait, Senior Sister, why are you taking your clothes off?”
Bai Feng sat up abruptly. That’s not what he signed up for!
“Obviously, it looks weird if I’m lying on the bed still wearing my coat,” Yu Yao said matter-of-factly. “Relax, I have proper clothes underneath.”
Finished speaking, she peeled off her coat, revealing a thin white shirt underneath.
Bai Feng eyed her carefully, scratching his chin. “I thought you’d wear something stylish or fashionable underneath.”
“Those are too much trouble to put on, and honestly, this feels more comfortable,” Yu Yao replied, kicking off her shoes to reveal delicate, pale feet. “Alright, you better lie back down too.”
“Will do,” Bai Feng said, lying back down again.
“Next, I’ll rest my head on your arm,” Yu Yao said, climbing beside him and outlining her plan. “Just pretend to be asleep!”
She rolled onto her side, resting her head on his arm. Her heart was pounding like a drum, and her mind couldn’t stop racing:
*Is this action a little too much? For just showing closeness, I shouldn’t need to go this far, right? Why did I think of doing this?*
She could practically feel Bai Feng’s breath behind her, yet now she was caught in the moment—two choices: back out or press on.
“Senior Sister, are you ready?”
“Almost! Almost there! Almost—”
Yu Yao took a deep breath, pushed down her nervousness, and picked up the image retainer, trying to maintain a normal expression.
Snap.
“Phew…”
She exhaled a sigh of relief, ignoring the quality of the photo, and scrambled up from the bed.
“Finished?”
“Yeah… Thanks, Little Junior Brother!”
She quickly grabbed her coat, wrapping herself up and turning her back to Bai Feng, too scared to look directly at him.
Finally, it’s over! Bai Feng stretched lazily. “By the way, Senior Sister, if you still think it’s not enough, I have an idea.”
“What?”
“You can wear my shirt and take a shot in your room,” Bai Feng simplified. “That also shows a close relationship.”
Yu Yao secretly sneaked a glance at Bai Feng’s attire, then quickly looked away.
Her mind flooded with all sorts of tangled thoughts. But in the end, these four words formed clearly:
I really want to sh**t!
As expected of Little Junior Brother, this idea works perfectly, she thought, forcing her tone to stay calm. “If that’s the case, then Little Junior Brother, may I borrow your clothes?”
“Here you go.” Bai Feng pulled out a spare shirt from his storage bag and threw it to her, then stood up to leave. “I’ll wait outside. When you’re ready, just come out.”
With that, Bai Feng shut the door. Yu Yao looked back at the shirt in her hands.
Do I really want to wear Bai Feng’s shirt? And do I really want to change clothes in his bedroom?
She exhaled slowly, a little more determined—what’s there to hesitate about?
A dozen minutes later…
Bai Feng, resting on the sofa, watched as Yu Yao pushed the door open and stepped out.
“Senior Sister, done?”
“Hmm…” Yu Yao’s face looked a bit unnatural. She shyly averted her gaze and whispered, “Um, I accidentally tore your shirt while putting it on. I’ll take it back later to mend it!”
“No worries. It’s not expensive anyway,” Bai Feng waved dismissively.
“Thanks a lot, Little Junior Brother, for helping today. Next time, I’ll treat you to something delicious,” Yu Yao said hurriedly, pushing the door open. “I’m heading back now. I’ll mend the shirt tonight and bring it over tomorrow.”
With that, she closed the door swiftly, disappearing in a flash.
“Huh, she left so quickly… Was she too embarrassed?” Bai Feng looked up at the closed door, though he knew sometimes Yu Yao’s pretty thin-skinned.
“Whatever, I’ll go back to making puppets,” he muttered.
…
“Done!”
Bai Feng stood in front of a taller metal puppet. He reached out and fitted his crafted spiritual artifact clothes onto the puppet, boosting its defenses considerably.
He stepped back, gazing at the imposing metallic puppet, nodding in satisfaction.
“Use the strongest attack move.”
Suddenly, a red glow lit up in the puppet’s eye sockets. It drew its long sword from its waist, and a deep metallic voice rang out:
“Reflect the Sun.”
In an instant, a streak of red light flashed across the yard. When it faded, all the wooden targets in the yard were reduced to ashes, and a deep gash marked the ground.
