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

Chapter 251 Special Attack Effects

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It turns out.

This black silk slip dress has a special attack effect.

As Lin Chunuan slipped the gossamer-thin black veil over her body, the straps slid down her snow-white shoulders, and the hem of her skirt cascaded down—

Shen Ye took a deep breath and silently recited everything.

It includes math formulas from all three years of high school.

It's a pity it's useless.

Reason is as fragile as a biscuit when faced with this scumbag duo.

So what was supposed to be "sleeping peacefully" turned into a whole night of martial arts sparring.

In the latter half of the night, the battle between the two martial arts masters reached its climax.

At some point, the girl suddenly sobbed.

Immediately afterwards, tears really welled up.

One by one, they slid from the corner of their eyes into the pillow, leaving dark stains.

"Waaaaah... Brother..."

Lin Chunuan's voice was soft and trembling, choked with sobs.

Shen Ye paused for a moment.

I feel a little sorry for him...

No matter how much he tries to make things difficult, she's still the girl he's protected since childhood. With her crying like this, what's the point of continuing?

He immediately withdrew, intending to stop there.

However.......

The next second, Shen Ye's wrist was gripped tightly by two hot little hands.

Lin Chunuan opened her wet eyes, tears still clinging to the corners, her voice broken, but her attitude unusually hard.

"Brother, don't go..."

"Stay with me at school for a while, okay...?"

"........."

What else could Shen Ye say?

Good guy.

It was his fault for crying.

It's still his fault if they don't let it continue.

Is there no law left in this world?

But the girl's eyes were so bright, almost obsessive, burning with the lingering warmth of days of insomnia, the remnants of eavesdropping, the delusions suppressed for many years, and a tiny spark of defiance.

Shen Ye sighed, bent down, and expressed his doting affection for his younger sister through his actions.

"Nuan Nuan...you said it yourself..."

..........

When I looked up again, the morning light was already streaming through the gap in the curtains.

Eight o'clock.

Shen Ye lay on the edge of the bed, a long-lost sense of exhilaration emanating from his entire body.

He glanced at it from the side.

Lin Chunuan was fast asleep.

Her black gauze nightgown was now in disarray, the sheet was draped only around her waist, her long hair covered half the pillow, and a satisfied smile lingered on her lips.

Her face was still wet with tears, but her smile was genuine.

This girl... this is insane...

Shen Ye quietly got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

He washed away the sweat with warm water, stood under the shower, and savored the night.

Well, how should I put it?

Compared to Mu Jingyan, Nuannuan is a completely different experience.

Mu Jingyan is conservative.

Even after they established a relationship and had shared a bed for so many nights, she still maintained that reserve—waiting for him to take the initiative, to test the waters, and to take that first step.

She simply blushed and endured it, occasionally offering a symbolic refusal.

Sometimes, when the other person really wanted to rest, Shen Ye would need to stop for a while and wait for them to catch their breath.

And Lin Chunuan...

All I can say is that this girl knows more than he does.

I don't know where I learned it from, but all sorts of strange and unusual methods are constantly emerging. They are incredibly proactive, with so many different tricks that they never repeat themselves, one routine after another.

I understand she's been working hard, and I've tried to let her rest, but she refuses...

It's as if the phrase "ultimate experience" is welded into his worldview.

The most critical thing.

It was her expression.

She was in so much pain that she was on the verge of tears, which hung precariously on her eyelashes, but she gritted her teeth and refused to give in. Her eyes looked back at her stubbornly, as if to say, "Keep going, Nuannuan can take it."

Reason clashes with instinct, and the desire for redemption battles with the urge to destroy.

Shen Ye turned off the shower, dried her hair, changed into her pajamas, and went downstairs feeling refreshed.

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First floor, living room.

As the morning light streamed in, a familiar figure was already sitting on the sofa.

Mu Jingyan was wearing a long home dress, her long hair loosely tied up, holding a glass of warm water in her arms, gazing out the window in a daze, her profile appearing exceptionally serene in the morning light.

Good morning.

Shen Ye walked over and sat down beside her.

"Why are you up so early today?"

This is something new.

At this time in the past, Mu Jingyan would still be lying in bed, and it would be considered early if she opened her eyes at ten o'clock.

Mu Jingyan snorted.

"I was supposed to get up at this time anyway."

I used to get up late, all thanks to someone who kept me up until the wee hours of the morning and I was sleep-deprived.

She glanced at him, her meaning clear: the accounts are all kept.

Shen Ye smiled awkwardly, didn't respond, and took a sip of water to moisten his throat.

Where is your sister?

Mu Jingyan suddenly asked.

"Why didn't you come down with me?"

"You're just asking a question you already know the answer to."

Shen Ye scratched his head.

Don't you know what happened last night?

"snort."

Mu Jingyan put down her water glass, crossed her arms, and leaned back into the sofa.

"Looks like you've really worn me out."

"Tsk."

She gave a light scoff, her tone revealing little sympathy, but rather a sense of melancholy, like a rabbit mourning the death of a fox.

Of course she knew that something must have happened between Shen Ye and Lin Chunuan last night.

That girl has been longing for this for so many years, and now that her wish has come true, it's no wonder she's obsessed.

Recalling Shen Yeti's intense strength on her, those tumultuous nights, and the mornings when her back ached and her legs were weak, Mu Jingyan couldn't help but empathize.

As a woman herself, she could imagine what would happen to Nuannuan right now.

She was mostly paralyzed in bed, too weak to even turn over, just like when he carried her into the bathroom.

The seed of compassion sprouted in my heart.

Sister, may you rest in peace...

My older sister ate breakfast first.

"Ding-dong—"

The crisp sound of the doorbell suddenly rang out in the entryway.

Shen Ye and Mu Jingyan were both taken aback and exchanged a glance.

"Who is it? Did you order takeout?"

"No, I just got up, how could I have time to order takeout?"

Mu Jingyan frowned.

"Who is that?"