A god-level beauty system? But I'm already a god-level beauty!

Mu Jingyan had a dream.

A rather bad dream.

In her dream, she suddenly had a whimsical idea: to imitate the princesses in fairy tales and take a luxurious milk bath.

And she actually did it.

The large bathtub was filled with warm milk, its milky white surface shimmering with a delicate light.

She slowly lay down inside, the warmth and milky scent completely enveloping her.

My whole body feels relaxed, and even my bones feel soothed.

Ah, that feels so good...

She closed her eyes and let herself sink.

But soon.

The beautiful dream began to turn sour.

The silky milk in the bathtub had somehow become thicker and heavier.

The milk flavor has faded.

Instead, there was an indescribable taste.

Feeling trapped and unable to break free, Mu Jingyan suddenly opened her eyes.

call......

It was a dream...

The girl breathed a long sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it was just a strange dream.

But before he could fully relax, something strange happened.

She noticed that something was wrong with her body.

It's so sour.

His entire body looked as if it had been disassembled and reassembled, every muscle screaming.

Especially the lower limbs.

My entire body, from my waist to my toes, was numb and sore that I had no strength at all. I didn't even dare to put any force on my toes.

This isn't right.

Mu Jingyan struggled to sit up, her blank gaze sweeping across the dark room.

Then, everything from last night came flooding back like a tidal wave.

boom.

The girl's cheeks instantly turned blood red.

Not just the cheeks.

Her snow-white neck, delicate collarbones, and even the shoulders covered by the blanket were all tinged with a blush, so hot that they could fry an egg.

The shame has burned away.

What followed was lingering fear.

How could I not be afraid?

Shen Ye is really too inhuman!

How long did she mentally prepare herself before coming?

But when they actually got into the game, they realized it was completely useless.

The knowledge learned from movies is only applicable to ordinary people.

And Shen Ye—

That guy is no ordinary person.

For him, the one or two hours of "fight scenes" pieced together from editing in the movie were nothing more than a warm-up exercise.

The real main feature doesn't start until late at night.

Mu Jingyan lay on the bed, her legs aching so much she could barely move, cursing Shen Ye from head to toe in her mind.

However, these aches and pains are still within tolerable limits.

What she truly couldn't stand was another feeling—

After sweating, my whole body felt like it was covered in a layer of glue.

Shen Ye kept his promise and said he would be outside, and he did.

But doing so does not mean being clean.

Every time Mu Jingyan moved, she could feel the sheets beneath her, the blankets on her body, and herself all stuck together.

For Mu Jingyan, who values ​​cleanliness, this was undoubtedly the most desperate way to die.

The girl buried her face in the pillow and kicked her legs in despair.

Unfortunately, she has no way to solve this problem right now.

My waist is weak, my legs are numb, and I need to muster up the courage to even turn over.

Call someone? Who? Huanhuan?

She'd rather stay here forever.

Just then:

"Click".

The door was pushed open a crack.

A furtive head peeked through the crack in the door, looking around.

It's Shen Ye.

Seeing that the person on the bed was awake, he immediately dropped the sly smile on his face and put on a concerned expression, rushing to the bedside in a few quick steps.

"Awake?"

"How are you? Are you alright?"

Are you alright?

How dare you ask?!

Mu Jingyan was so angry that her lungs ached. She turned her head away, presenting the back of her head to him.

I don't want to talk.

I don't want to say a single word to this culprit.

But she lacked confidence—her whole body ached so much that she couldn't even maintain a sitting position; trying to be strong would come at a price.

After a stalemate of half a minute, the girl finally gave in.

With a sour face, she squeezed out a few words from under the covers.

"...Help me tidy up."

He paused, then added quietly.

"hurry up."

The momentum of the second half of the sentence is roughly equivalent to that of a cat that has failed to bristle.

"Okay."

Shen Ye readily agreed, showing no sign of being disliked, and smiled as if he had found money.

He first pulled out a clean, large blanket from the cabinet, unfolded it, and wrapped Mu Jingyan tightly from shoulders to feet, leaving only her flushed face and eyes exposed.

Once it's wrapped up, scoop it up horizontally and carry it away.

"What are you doing—"

"Go to the bathroom."

"Put me down, I can manage myself..."

"You had trouble even turning over by yourself just now, and you're trying to walk by yourself?" Shen Ye looked down at her. "Stay put."

Mu Jingyan struggled twice but couldn't break free. She could only bury her face in the blanket, blushing, and let him carry her into the bathroom.

..........

time flies.

After spending a few wonderful days at home with the three girls,

One afternoon.

The sunlight was just right in the living room.

Mu Jingyan was curled up on the sofa watching TV, while Shen Ye was sprawled next to her scrolling through his phone, his hand occasionally being held and played with by her.

Suddenly, my phone dinged.

Shen Ye turned on the screen, read the content, and his eyebrows twitched.

He raised his hand and nudged the person next to him lightly with his elbow.

Mu Jingyan, who was engrossed in watching TV, was startled by his retort, turned her head, and glared at him.

"what?"

Shen Ye handed the phone to her, looking embarrassed.

"Emm..."

"Chu Cihan is back from her trip."

"She told me to go find her..."