My Manor

"What do you mean, you fell asleep…?" Hearing Feng Yunchen's words, Jiang Hai instinctively wanted to refuse, but she didn't give him the chance. She knelt on the ground and removed his slightly loose pajamas.

An indescribable sensation surged through Jiang Hai, overwhelming his senses. The last time he had felt this way was during Chinese New Year at home, and the person responsible had also been Feng Yunchen.

The previous night, when the two had reunited, their encounter had been fiery and intense, leaving no room for playful exploration. It had been raw and primal, marked by urgency. But now, with Feng Yunchen's deliberate actions, Jiang Hai found himself at a loss for words.

"Keep your voice down, or I might have to help you too," Jiang Hai said hesitantly, his concern for others evident. He had seen enough Japanese romantic dramas to recognize the suggestive gestures and the unspoken tension in the air.

"No, I need to take photos later, and the colors can't be altered. This applies to all three key areas. The top is fine, but don't touch the bottom with your tongue," Feng Yunchen whispered, raising her head briefly before continuing.

Jiang Hai couldn't help but glance at Ai Xiaoxi, who lay motionless on the bed. He was terrified she might wake up at any moment. Unbeknownst to him, however, Ai Xiaoxi's eyes were wide open, her face flushed with embarrassment. She had never imagined that Feng Yunchen's "method" would involve something so intimate. Overwhelmed, she could only pretend to sleep, her body stiff and unmoving.

The sound of water filled the room, and Ai Xiaoxi felt her composure slipping. Feng Yunchen's boldness was beyond anything she had expected. When the sound finally ceased, Feng Yunchen's next words shattered any remaining composure: "Your turn."

Ai Xiaoxi's mind raced. My turn? For what? She didn't dare to think further, fearing the implications. The room's atmosphere shifted, the air growing heavier, the scent changing subtly. The air conditioner, once cooling, now seemed to radiate heat. Beads of sweat formed on Ai Xiaoxi's forehead.

Time blurred—an hour, perhaps two—before Feng Yunchen's voice broke the silence for the third time, followed by Jiang Hai's. Ai Xiaoxi, too, felt a third wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her body ached, yet her mind remained alert, refusing to let her sleep.

"I'm going to shower," Feng Yunchen said softly, her voice deliberately low as she addressed Jiang Hai.

"Let's go together. We can continue," Jiang Hai replied, his tone tinged with excitement as he stood up. But Feng Yunchen gently pushed him back.

"No, we have filming tomorrow. If you're still not satisfied, there's someone else on the bed," she teased, nodding toward Ai Xiaoxi.

Ai Xiaoxi's heart skipped a beat. Her body trembled involuntarily as her mind went blank. What's happening? She had no idea how to react.

"Don't joke like that," Jiang Hai said, his voice tinged with disapproval.

Hearing his response, Ai Xiaoxi felt a pang of hurt. Am I not attractive enough? What does he mean by that?

"Remember, you're willing to do anything. If you don't want to, just say so. I don't think he'll force you," Feng Yunchen called out to Ai Xiaoxi before heading to the bathroom, leaving Jiang Hai alone with the still-pretending Ai Xiaoxi.

Confused, Jiang Hai decided to check on Ai Xiaoxi. As he approached the bed, he noticed her eyes were wide open, which caught him off guard. Thankfully, he had already put his pajamas back on, avoiding a repeat of the previous night's awkwardness.

"Hey, you're still awake? If you are, I'll leave," Jiang Hai said, his courage faltering. Despite his boldness in certain situations, he often found himself hesitant around women.

"Wait," Ai Xiaoxi suddenly sat up, calling out to him.

"You don't actually want this, do you?" Jiang Hai asked, his steps halting as he noticed the mix of determination and hesitation in her eyes.

"I'm willing to do anything," Ai Xiaoxi whispered, biting her lower lip. She reached out and pulled Jiang Hai toward her. Caught off guard, he stumbled onto the bed. Their eyes met, and before he could react, Ai Xiaoxi wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The taste of peaches mingled with the scent of masculinity—a reminder of Feng Yunchen's presence. Surprisingly, Ai Xiaoxi found she didn't mind. Feeling her clumsiness, Jiang Hai's hesitation melted away. True to his earlier words, he wasn't one to refuse what was offered. Though they had only known each other for two days, her initiative left him with no reservations.

His hands began to explore, and within minutes, he reached the most sensitive area. The wetness he found there, coupled with Ai Xiaoxi's flushed face, confirmed she had been aware of everything that had transpired earlier. Since she seemed prepared, Jiang Hai saw no reason to hold back.

"Hiss…" Ai Xiaoxi gasped, her body tightening around him. Jiang Hai froze, his eyes widening in shock.

"You… you've never done this before?" he stammered, instinctively wanting to stop.

"No, don't stop. Just wait a moment…" Ai Xiaoxi whispered, clinging to him. Jiang Hai obliged, remaining still until she signaled him to continue. Slowly, she took control, guiding him as they moved together.

Feng Yunchen's shower lasted nearly forty minutes. When she emerged, she found Ai Xiaoxi had taken the lead. Amused, Feng Yunchen approached the bed, lying down beside them.

"I envy you," Feng Yunchen said with a smile, noticing Ai Xiaoxi's blush. "Your first time is with Jiang Hai. How lucky."

"Sister Chen…" Ai Xiaoxi murmured, too overwhelmed to respond.

"I'll sleep next to you. He's all yours tonight," Feng Yunchen teased, giving Ai Xiaoxi a playful pat before leaving the room.

The next morning, Ai Xiaoxi woke to find Jiang Hai gone. A pang of disappointment struck her, but it was quickly replaced by embarrassment as she noticed the soiled bedsheet from the night before. Her face flushed crimson as she recalled the events. She cautiously moved, expecting pain, but to her surprise, she felt only a slight discomfort. Her body seemed… different. More refined, as if last night had transformed her.

In the mirror, she noticed her figure had improved—her waist slimmer, her legs longer, her skin tighter. Even her chest seemed fuller. "They say intimacy makes women more beautiful. I guess it's true," she mused, marveling at her reflection.

Unbeknownst to her, Jiang Hai had infused her and Feng Yunchen with spiritual energy from the dragon scales the previous night. While it couldn't repair certain physical changes, it had restored their bodies to their peak conditions, erasing imperfections and enhancing their natural beauty.

Unable to fit into her old clothes, Ai Xiaoxi selected a new outfit from the wardrobe and headed downstairs. There, she found Jiang Hai and Feng Yunchen engrossed in a tennis game on the projection TV. Their laughter filled the room, leaving Ai Xiaoxi feeling a little out of place.

"Hey, come join us! Help me beat him," Feng Yunchen called out, noticing Ai Xiaoxi's arrival.

Jiang Hai turned, a hint of awkwardness on his face. Ai Xiaoxi shook her head slightly, lowering her gaze. "No, you two play. I'm still a bit tired," she replied softly, retreating into her thoughts.