cold.

An extreme chill that seeped into his bones made Lin Ye shiver violently while he was unconscious.

Strangely, within this chilling cold that could freeze a person to death, there were two completely different yet equally breathtakingly soft masses, tightly sandwiching him between them.

Lin Ye struggled to open his eyelids, which felt like they were filled with lead, and saw the familiar yellowed ceiling of his bedroom on the second floor.

But he doesn't feel familiar with it at all now.

He found himself lying on his back in a twisted "spread-eagle" position on the bed.

On either side of him lay two stunningly beautiful female zombies, enough to make any man's blood boil.

Froststar is on the left.

The mutated white zombie loli was now like an octopus, clinging to Lin Ye's left side of his body with both hands and feet.

Her silver and blue twin ponytails cascaded down Lin Ye's neck, her small face pressed tightly against his chest.

Perhaps because she had absorbed enough yang energy, her originally icy cold body temperature miraculously rose a few degrees, carrying a touch of the gentle warmth unique to young girls.

She was fast asleep, her left eye closed, her mouth slightly open, revealing two sharp little tiger teeth. She even made a very unseemly smacking sound on Lin Ye's collarbone, letting out a satisfied "woo-woo" sound.

On the right, however, is a completely different style.

Leng Yue lay flat on the outside of the bed, her hands neatly folded on her flat stomach, a standard ancient "clothing" sleeping posture.

That is, the position in which the dead lie in the morgue.

But what's really bad is that this aloof queen is now tilting her head to the side, and her long, ankle-length silver hair is spreading across half of the double bed.

Although she maintained a stiff sleeping posture, her long, straight, flawless, snow-white legs were brazenly draped over Lin Ye's right leg.

The tattered black ancient dress she was wearing had even less fabric left after the previous battle and moving.

Because of her side-lying position, the overburdened front of her dress slipped down to the ground, exposing her deep cleavage and a striking patch of white skin almost entirely to the air.

With her slow, drawn-out breathing, the scene exuded a deadly allure.

"Am I in a spider's web cave or a morgue?"

Lin Ye took a deep breath, feeling a dull ache in his lower back.

While others enjoy the company of beautiful women, if it weren't for his pure yang body supporting him, he would definitely have severe rheumatism and facial paralysis by tomorrow morning.

Seemingly sensing Lin Ye's accelerated heartbeat, Leng Yue's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

A glint of light flashed in his deep red eyes in the darkness.

She turned her head to look at Lin Ye, her stunningly beautiful yet icy face showing no embarrassment at being caught. Instead, she spoke in a matter-of-fact, classical Chinese tone:

"My lord is awake. Did I hurt you by pressing on you?"

Lin Ye wanted to cry but had no tears:

"You're not pressing down on me, you're pressing down on my dwindling lifespan. Also, my wife, although we have a verbal marriage agreement, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, we should proceed gradually. Isn't your sleeping posture a bit too unrestrained?"

Leng Yue frowned slightly, seemingly deep in thought about Lin Ye's words.

Then, a glint of self-righteousness flashed in her red eyes:

"Ancient etiquette says that husband and wife should share a bed, which is only natural. Moreover... your yang energy is weak and unstable. Without our yin energy to suppress it, your qi and blood are very likely to flow backward."

Good heavens, to talk about absorbing yang energy and riding the wave of popularity in such a grand and respectable way, no wonder it's a red hou that has lived for thousands of years.

Just then, Froststar, who was hanging to Lin Ye's left, was also awakened.

She rubbed her sleepy heterochromatic eyes, nuzzled against Lin Ye's chest like a kitten, and murmured softly:

"Brother-in-law is so warm... Froststar wants to suck more..."

As she spoke, she opened her small mouth, revealing her tiger teeth, and was about to bite the "hickey" on Lin Ye's neck that had not yet faded.

Lin Ye was terrified and grabbed her head.

"Stop! Even the landlord's family has no surplus grain. If you keep sucking my pants, I'll have to go see my ancestors early!"

Just as the atmosphere in the bed room was becoming increasingly intimate and could potentially escalate into a new round of "juicing crisis," the system's semi-transparent light screen popped up on Lin Ye's retina for the first time in a long time.

Accompanied by a tingling, numbing notification sound:

"Ding! My Lord, please exercise self-restraint. The system has detected that the host has entered the daily transition phase and has issued a limited-time daily task: Zombie Girl's Hair Care."

[The rain and the earth's yin energy outside have stained the two heroines' hair. As their husband, how can you allow your wives to sleep with wet hair? Please choose from the following options.]

Option A: Treat both sisters equally – Take out the hairdryer and gently blow-dry their hair.

[Rewards: Yang Qi recovery speed +10%, Cold Moon's favorability +10, Frost Star's favorability +10.]

[Consequence: You will experience what it truly means to be a master of balance.]

[Option B: Unfair favoritism – Only blow-drying Leng Yue's hair, and mocking Shuang Xing, "Little brat, dry it yourself."]

[Reward: 10 minutes of exclusive lap pillow service from Leng Yue.]

[Consequence: Froststar will carve patterns on the soles of your feet with a bone knife while you sleep.]

[Option C: Mental breakdown – Turn the hairdryer to the highest setting and shout, "Demon, taste this old monk's Samadhi True Fire!"]

[Reward: Obtain the title "Master of Courting Death".]

[Consequence: The hair dryer will be crushed by Leng Yue with one hand, and you will be forcibly drained of 50 points of Yang energy as punishment.]

"This system is really reckless when it gets going..."

Lin Ye's lips twitched violently as he silently chanted in his mind.

"I choose A! Only an idiot would choose C and go to their death!"

After making his choice, Lin Ye forced himself to sit up despite his aching body.

"You two, stop fooling around and sit down properly."

He adopted the air of a head of the household and pointed to the edge of the bed.

Although Leng Yue was somewhat puzzled, she obediently sat up.

As she moved, the tattered black dress slipped down a bit more, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Lin Ye quickly looked away, knowing he shouldn't look at what was improper. Looking at too much would easily make him angry, and to make matters worse, he didn't have the mana to use his skills. It was too torturous.

Froststar pouted reluctantly and clung to Lin Ye's arm, refusing to let go.

Lin Ye rolled out of bed, rummaged through the drawer and took out a wooden comb, a dry towel, and finally the old Philips hair dryer.

He walked up behind Leng Yue.

To be honest, Leng Yue's hair is extremely beautiful.

Silvery white as snow, though damp from the moisture of the underground corpse-raising ground, it still exuded that unique, cool fragrance of red spider lilies.

"My lord, what are you doing?"

Leng Yue tilted her head slightly, a hint of confusion flashing in her deep red eyes.

"Don't move, let me dry your hair, otherwise it will fall out easily... although I don't know if zombies go bald."

Lin Ye muttered a complaint under his breath, then gently placed a dry towel over Leng Yue's head.

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like