I Just Wanted to Teach Cultivation, But Goddesses Keep Coming!-Chapter 107 The Redness of Her Blush Matches the Setting Sun

Chapter 107: Chapter 107 The Redness of Her Blush Matches the Setting Sun

Hearing those words, Ye Jian felt her heart skip a beat.

A mix of excitement, anxiety, and disbelief surged through her chest.

She took a slow step forward, then another, each movement deliberate as she approached the bed.

This would be the first time in her life that she would be sharing a bed with a man.

Her palms felt slightly warm, her breathing subtly uneven, yet she forced herself to remain composed.

No matter how bold her words had been, the reality of the moment made her acutely aware of every heartbeat, every breath, every step closer to him.

Finally, she reached the bedside and sat down carefully, her movements controlled, her posture elegant... yet inside, her emotions were anything but calm.

Lin Feng did not let his gaze wander over her body.

Instead, his eyes remained fixed on her own... steady, calm, and unreadable, as if he were looking straight into her soul rather than at her form.

"Excuse me, Young Master Lin Feng," Ye Jian said softly, her cheeks burning as she carefully moved closer and joined him on the bed.

The moment she sat beside him, she was enveloped by the clean, masculine scent of his body.

The fragrance alone made her heart race, her breath quicken, and her thoughts scatter.

Her body reacted instinctively, warmth pooling low in her abdomen as her senses sharpened.

At the same time, a faint, sweet perfume drifted through the room... her own scent betraying her rising desire, nervousness, and anticipation.

She had barely settled into place, her shoulder brushing against his arm, when she felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over her mind.

"No! Young Master Lin Feng! This is unf..." Ye Jian cried out silently in her thoughts, panic flaring for a fleeting instant.

But before she could even complete the thought, her consciousness slipped away.

Sleep descended on her swiftly and completely, leaving her body slack and her breathing slow and steady.

A moment later, her soft, rhythmic snores filled the room, gentle and oddly endearing, serenading the quiet chambers.

Now, only two people remained awake.

Lin Feng lay calmly on the bed, his expression unchanged, his posture relaxed, as if nothing unusual had occurred at all.

Near the doors, Ning Xi stood frozen in place, her eyes wide with disbelief as she tried to process how the night had unfolded.

She had fully expected Lin Feng to take advantage of the situation, or at the very least to react in some visible way.

Yet he remained perfectly composed, untouched by temptation, his restraint bordering on something almost unreal.

"...His self-control is terrifying," Ning Xi thought, her emotions a tangled mix of shock, confusion, admiration, and something she did not yet have the words to name.

In the quiet glow of the lantern light, with Ye Jian sleeping peacefully between them, the room felt strangely calm... yet charged with an unspoken tension that neither Lin Feng nor Ning Xi could easily ignore.

"How about you, Teacher Ning Xi? Do you also want to sleep soundly like Teacher Ye Jian?" Lin Feng asked calmly, his tone gentle but neutral.

At his words, Ning Xi instinctively straightened her posture.

The simple movement only made her already graceful figure appear even more enchanting.

Unlike Ye Jian’s bold, openly provocative approach, Ning Xi’s modest nightwear gave her a quiet, refined charm... one that was subtle, elegant, and strangely captivating in its own way.

Still, Lin Feng would never admit such a thing. Not even if threatened by a million heavenly tribulations.

He had no intention of encouraging this dangerous woman’s growing attachment, nor did he want to fuel her tendency to simp over him in the coming days.

"I can sleep on the floor, Lin Feng. You don’t have to worry about me," Ning Xi said softly, her voice steady despite the tension in her heart.

In truth, she didn’t want to leave this room at all.

She was afraid that if she did, Ye Jian might wake up later and seize the chance to crawl into Lin Feng’s arms.

The thought alone made her chest tighten with unease.

"No," Lin Feng said, shaking his head. "Take the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor."

Before she could object, he stepped down from the bed.

With a mere thought, a blanket and several pillows appeared on the floor beside it. Lin Feng lay down smoothly, as naturally as if he had spent half his life sleeping on the ground.

Ning Xi stared at him in stunned silence.

"...You don’t have to go that far," she said quietly, her voice tinged with surprise and something she couldn’t quite name.

"It’s fine," Lin Feng replied calmly. "This is my house and you’re my guest."

You could say many things about Lin Feng, but one thing was beyond doubt... he was a gentleman through and through, someone whose conduct remained upright even when temptation lay within arm’s reach.

The room fell into a soft, quiet stillness.

Ye Jian slept peacefully on the bed, Ning Xi stood with conflicted emotions swirling in her heart, and Lin Feng rested on the floor below, eyes closed, as though the entire situation were perfectly ordinary.

A minute later, Ning Xi quietly slid onto Lin Feng’s bed, settling herself carefully beside the sleeping form of Ye Jian.

She adjusted the blanket with delicate hands, draping it over her body.

Like Ye Jian before her, Ning Xi could smell the natural, masculine fragrance of Lin Feng’s body on the bed.

It was subtle but intoxicating in a way she had never experienced before, stirring strange, unrecognized currents within her.

Her heart thudded faster, her breathing grew shallower, and she became acutely aware of the softness of the blankets, the warmth of the mattress beneath her, and the quiet rhythm of Lin Feng’s own breathing nearby.

Five minutes passed in this quiet tension.

Ning Xi’s mind raced, thoughts bouncing between curiosity, disbelief, and cautious desire.

Finally, she felt compelled to speak, her voice almost a whisper, fragile and tentative...

"Why?"