Dual Transmigration: American Prison, Surviving to a Fantasy Development Stage

Feeling Lin Feng staring at her so intently, Qiao Chen's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nervously tugged at her skirt.

Her fingertips pinched and rubbed the hem of her skirt back and forth.

He lowered his head and asked in a low voice, so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz:

"Isn't it... too revealing?"

I've never worn a skirt like this before; it always feels chilly on my legs, and I'm afraid to take big steps when I walk.

"Very beautiful."

Lin Feng's tone was concise, without any unnecessary embellishment.

Hearing Lin Feng's praise, Qiao Chen felt a sweet joy welling up inside her.

It felt like getting a perfect score on a test when I was a child and being praised by the teacher in front of the class—both shy and excited.

Guo Lin stood to the side, taking in the reactions of the two.

A slight upturn of the corners of his mouth revealed a meaningful smile.

She took Qiao Chen's hand and led her to sit down on the sofa next to Lin Feng.

Then, blinking, he said to Lin Feng in a half-joking, half-serious tone:

"Boss, Qiao Chen heard that you like this style, so she specially changed into it."

I was so nervous picking out clothes in the mall, afraid you wouldn't like them.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Chen buried her face in embarrassment, her chin almost touching her chest, and dared not look up at Lin Feng.

Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of her throat, and her palms were sweaty.

Guo Lin's words practically laid bare her thoughts to Lin Feng, leaving her no room for pretense.

Lin Feng didn't have many thoughts about Qiao Chen originally.

To be honest, he's been consuming far too many "fairies" in the cultivation world lately.

Su Mei, that aloof and noble ice queen, and Lan Ruoyin, that alluring and seductive vixen—both are stunning beauties capable of captivating a nation.

In the city, Sarah, Guo Lin, and Sun Ting each have their own unique charm.

He hadn't really planned to put any more food in his bowl, since there was already enough in it and he couldn't possibly eat any more.

But Lin Feng has one redeeming quality: he doesn't waste time. His family was poor when he was young.

They were so poor that they had to finish every single grain of rice in their bowls, not wanting to waste even the slightest bit.

Although they are now rich and invincible, their good qualities remain.

The mindset that "every grain of rice in the bowl must be eaten" has never changed.

Now that Qiao Chen has practically offered this dish to me,

If he were to push it out again, that wouldn't be in line with his style.

So he gently reached out and took Qiao Chen's hand, which was resting on her knee.

Qiao Chen was startled by the sudden touch, and her body tensed up instantly, like a fully drawn bowstring.

He froze there, too afraid to move, even holding his breath, his mind completely blank.

Only one voice echoed, and he took my hand.

Lin Feng felt the soft little hand in his palm was wet, and his palm was covered in sweat.

He couldn't help but chuckle, his tone tinged with teasing and amusement:

"Still watery and sweaty, not bad."

Qiao Chen's face flushed red all the way to the roots of her neck, and even her earlobes turned pink.

He explained in a low, hesitant voice.

"I... my palms sweat when I'm nervous. I've had this problem since I was little. My palms sweat when I'm nervous during exams too."

Sorry, was this too weak?

"It's okay, I understand."

People with sweaty palms tend to have soft hearts, which isn't necessarily a bad thing.

Lin Feng smiled and patted the back of her hand, then let go, giving her some space to catch her breath.

He knew that this type of obedient girl couldn't be pushed too hard.

She needs time to adjust, and Lin Feng wasn't particularly hungry.

He naturally changed the subject, asking casually, "How many days do you plan to stay here?"

Qiao Chen took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down from the tension she had just felt.

"I'm planning to stay for a week, is that okay?"

The school holiday ends next week, and I need to go back to prepare for my thesis defense.

"sure.

A week is enough to visit quite a few places.

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly on his knees, when suddenly an idea struck him.

"Do you want to go to Texas tomorrow?"

I have a farm over there; it's huge, and the scenery is better than Las Vegas.

It's all green, unlike here where it's all sand.

"I'll take you horseback riding and shooting, so you can experience what real Western cowboy life is like."

"OK!"

Qiao Chen's eyes lit up instantly, and she involuntarily leaned forward, her voice full of anticipation and excitement.

I've always wanted to go to Texas.

When I was at Stanford, my classmates told me that farms in Texas were really interesting; you could ride horses, shoot guns, and have barbecues.

But I haven't been able to find an opportunity to go because my studies are too demanding.

But... I can't ride a horse, I've never even touched one before, isn't it dangerous?"

"That's no problem, I know how to do it."

Horse riding isn't dangerous if someone is guiding you. I'll take you for a couple of laps; you'll get the hang of it in five minutes.

Lin Feng's tone was relaxed, carrying a reassuring power.

Seeing that Qiao Chen's nervousness hadn't completely subsided,

Lin Feng did not take any further action, still tightly gripping the hem of her skirt with both hands.

Guo Lin took a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet and brought back three wine glasses with her in her hand.

She skillfully used the corkscrew to remove the corks and poured about half a glass into each of the three glasses.

He handed one glass to Qiao Chen, then picked up the other and admired the color of the liquor under the light.

Then he said to Lin Feng, "Boss, can I take you with me when we go to Texas tomorrow?"

I also want to go horseback riding and shooting. I've been in America for so long and have only spent time in casinos.

I've never even seen what a farm in Texas looks like.

"No problem, just treat it as a group trip."

"You've all been so busy with the God of Gamblers competition lately, you should get out and relax."

Lin Feng waved his hand and readily agreed.

Sarah heard the commotion and came downstairs. She sat down next to Lin Feng, took a sip of the remaining glass of red wine, and said with a smile:

"Perfect timing. I wanted to go check out the house in Texas, see if it's finished yet. The Black Lotus Cult can hold events on the ranch."

"You're thinking quite far ahead, already making plans."

Lin Feng smiled and shook his head, his tone slightly teasing.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's drink. Let's relax tonight."

After a few glasses of red wine, two pretty blushes appeared on Qiao Chen's cheeks.

Like the clouds on the horizon dyed red by the setting sun at dusk.

Her almond-shaped eyes became watery, and her gaze towards Lin Feng was bolder than before.

They no longer hide and dodge like before.

Indeed, alcohol was the catalyst.

The slight buzz relieved much of her tension, and her body was no longer as tense as before.

Instead, she moved closer to Lin Feng.

As she got closer, she could smell a faint, refreshing scent emanating from Lin Feng.

The scent was indescribable, not as sweet as shower gel, but a very natural and refreshing fragrance.

The more you smell it, the better it smells; the more you smell it, the more intoxicating it becomes.

Several times she couldn't help but secretly turn her head to look at Lin Feng's profile, and the more she looked, the more she liked him.

How can someone be so handsome, with such an extraordinary aura?

It was something she had never seen before in her entire life.