Early morning, the master bedroom of a residence in the southern district of Rock Desert City.
“Young Master, it’s time to get up.”
A girl dressed in an elegant, pale green gown was pulling at the quilt with both hands.
Her slender waist was slightly tensed as she leaned her delicate body forward, her exquisite face filled with helplessness.
The girl in the green dress pouted and called out softly, her fair and tender hands gently tugging at the blanket.
Her movements and calls finally seemed to bring the drowsy youth to some state of clarity.
“Mm…
Qing Ling…”
Amidst the girl’s crisp calls, the youth’s hazy eyes blinked open, a few slivers of light escaping between his eyelids.
Then, the youth lazily muttered something and casually grabbed the girl’s wrist with a gentle pull.
With a startled cry of “Ah!”, the girl who had come to wake him was pulled entirely into the covers, held in a bear hug and pressed down like a ragdoll.
“Y-Young Master, Young Master…”
The girl in green, Qing Ling, shifted but couldn’t break free from the embrace.
She called out nervously, but only steady breathing came from beside her ear, without the slightest response.
As if possessed, she stopped disturbing the youth.
Tilting her small head, her bright eyes quietly watched the youth’s sleeping profile.
The corners of her mouth unconsciously traced a faint arc, and she simply stared, dazed and lost in thought.
The sun in Rock Desert City arrived early and fast.
The light outside grew increasingly bright; through the gap of the open door, strands of sunlight spilled onto the floor, making the entire room quite luminous.
“Qing Ling, Qing Ling…
Strange, it’s clearly this time.
That girl Qing Ling is always punctual, and that brat isn’t around either…”
Voices came from the courtyard outside the room, calls approaching from afar as if someone had come looking for them.
Qing Ling only reacted when she heard the movement.
As she instinctively turned her head, a pair of highly aesthetic long legs had already stepped through the doorway.
“AAAAHHHHH!”
A scream rang through the entire courtyard, and the previously peaceful room instantly became a scene of chaos.
Woken by the noise, Yan Qingshan’s “waking-up temper” flared.
Rubbing his sore eyes, he roared unceremoniously, “What’s all the noise for?
Are people not allowed to sleep anymore?”
“You, you-you-you!
How could you…
how could you do this kind of thing?”
A woman’s voice came from the doorway.
She pointed at the two disheveled people on the bed, stammering so much she couldn’t complete a sentence.
These two were too much; they had only known each other for how long before rolling together?
Qing Ling was still just a child!
“What ‘you’?
Don’t you know this is my room?
Trespassing on private property—do you have any manners at all?
Get out of here, now.”
What met her was an even louder roar of fury.
Startled by the shout, the young woman instinctively retreated, stumbling out of the room.
“Honestly…
finally managed to deal with her.”
As soon as the woman left, Yan Qingshan’s act broke.
He clutched his head, his face full of black lines.
After waking up, he truly had been in a foul mood with a heavy waking temper, but after that roar, he realized what had happened.
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“Y-Young Master, please don’t be angry anymore.
Sister Xue Lan didn’t mean it.”
A timid voice came from beside him.
The girl in green, Qing Ling, was still being held like a doll where he had pounced on her on the bed.
Her clothes were wrinkled, and some parts were faintly open, filled with a different kind of allure.
“Help me up first.
What’s going on today?
Didn’t I tell you to wake me up later?
And why did that woman come so early?”
Yan Qingshan sat up lazily.
His mood was terrible, so his tone was naturally poor.
Qing Ling silently served him with her soft, tender hands, helping him rise and dress.
She knelt at the head of the bed and meticulously straightened his clothes for him.
“Young Master, today is the day you and Sister Xue Lan agreed to meet in the morning.
You even reminded Qing Ling yesterday that I must wake you up on time, otherwise…”
As Qing Ling spoke, her small face grew burning hot, her mouth pouted slightly, and a faint crimson flush surfaced on her cheeks.
Her voice dropped until it was barely audible.
“You said Qing Ling’s bottom would suffer.”
A man’s vitality is not at its peak in the evening, but in the morning right after waking up.
The vigorous Yan Qingshan, who had just had a good dream while hugging the soft little beauty, felt a physical reaction upon hearing these ambiguous words.
His head instinctively lowered, his gaze wandering over her.
The eleven-year-old snake-girl’s petite and delicate curves were already beginning to take shape.
Perhaps because her life had been good recently and her nutrition had caught up, she was becoming increasingly well-defined.
He wouldn’t say “child-face”…
but she was certainly very alluring.
Even the coldest and most composed man has moments of impulse.
Hearing Qing Ling’s words, Yan Qingshan instinctively shifted his gaze downward, landing on the spot the girl had just mentioned.
“Young Master!”
Qing Ling seemed to sense his gaze.
As if the temptation wasn’t enough, she submissively lowered her body, supporting herself on the bed with her hands and feet.
“You little girl have learned some bad habits too!”
Yan Qingshan leaned down and pinched her nose hard, followed by two “pa-pa” sounds on her rear.
“A small punishment as a warning.
If you fail the task next time, the Young Master will punish you again.”
After speaking, Yan Qingshan left the room with steps as fast as the wind, as if fleeing.
He would never admit that he had failed to resist the temptation and reached out his hand.
Who told this little girl to be too enticing?
Compared to Xiao Yixian’s gentleness, the little snake-girl Qing Ling offered him extreme tolerance and obedience, almost viewing him as her everything.
“Young Master, Qing Ling thinks your punishment…
isn’t bad either…”
The girl, Qing Ling, turned and lay face down on the bedding Yan Qingshan had slept in.
She hugged the quilt, sensing the lingering aura Yan Qingshan had left behind, and narrowed her eyes like a little kitten.
Walking down the hall, Yan Qingshan recalled the events of the past few days, which had gone incredibly smoothly.
He felt immensely surprised.
The girl in the room who called him “Young Master” was the target he had come to Rock Desert City to find.
Aside from Xiao Yixian, she was another super-potential individual in the Jia Ma Empire—the possessor of the Jade Snake Three-Flower Pupils, the half-blood snake-girl whom Xiao Yan had named Qing Lin.
That’s right, Qing Ling was Qing Lin.
However, Yan Qingshan felt the name Qing Lin wasn’t great.
Xiao Yan’s talent for naming was truly hard to describe—colorful scales were called Cai Lin, green scales were called Qing Lin, truly… sigh.
Because he felt the name Qing Lin wasn’t good—Green Scales, was that meant to remind the girl of her identity as a snake-girl?
It sounded similar, but the meaning of the name was different: loving the color green, a happy girl whose voice was like wind chimes—a beautiful sentiment.
Both Qing Ling and Xiao Yixian were sensitive girls who needed care.
However, by comparison, Qing Ling was even more pitiable.
Xiao Yixian only lacked friends, but no one would reject or loathe her; on the contrary, many had a favorable impression of her.
But Qing Ling, because of her identity as a half-blood snake-girl, had endured cold stares and loathing since childhood.
Very few people were willing to get close to her.
Even her few friends would instinctively show a look of disgust whenever they saw the snake scales on her wrist.
Sensitive as she was, she felt very insecure.
Yan Qingshan was the first person who didn’t show the slightest hint of loathing toward her.
The Qingshan Town where the original body lived was very, very far from the Tager Desert; things like Snake-People meant absolutely nothing to him.
And for the current Yan Qingshan, “beast-girls” were things you only saw in the 2D world.
Now that he had seen the real deal—and such a cute, submissive little lady at that—he liked her more than enough.
How could there be a sliver of loathing?
It was precisely because of the warm feeling Yan Qingshan gave her that Qing Ling was easily “kidnapped” by him.
She had even actively requested to become a maid rather than a sister.
Yan Qingshan had resisted a little at first, but being satisfied with the attentive care of the cute maid, he stopped mentioning the sister business.
With such a meticulous, attentive, and caring maid, he would be a fool to decline.
After being served by Qing Ling these past few days, his temper had actually grown, and he had adopted a bit of a “Young Master” air.
Like the matter of staying in bed and having a waking temper just now—that never would have happened in Qingshan Town.
Should he say it was all because Qing Ling was too gentle?
Of course, this was also due to the exhaustion of his daily, non-stop hard cultivation.
But compared to the days in Qingshan Town spent day and night in medicinal baths, he truly had become a bit decadent.
“Young Master, Sister Xue Lan is waiting for you!”
Qing Ling’s voice came from behind.
At some point, she had already tidied Yan Qingshan’s messy bed and came out.
She walked to his front to straighten his collar, smoothing the wrinkles in his clothes, and gave him a sweet smile with a wink.
Yan Qingshan pinched Qing Ling’s cheek before slowly walking toward the living room.
Qing Ling, meanwhile, went into the kitchen to prepare tea and snacks for the two.
Then, realizing the Young Master had just gotten up and needed breakfast and washing tools, she began to move about busily.
Yan Qingshan stepped over the living room threshold.
On a soft chair by the tea table sat a slender figure, arms crossed over her chest and long legs crossed.
Seeing him enter, she immediately shot him an indignant glare.
Bang!
Just as Yan Qingshan walked to the opposite side, the woman instantly exploded.
She stood up abruptly, planting one foot on the tea table, and pointed at Yan Qingshan while scolding, “You brat, you little bastard!
Didn’t you say you would take good care of Qing Ling?
Is this how you take care of her?
Qing Ling is only eleven, how could you…?”
“Qing Ling is my maid.
What I do with her does not require your opinion.
She doesn’t feel wronged, so there’s no need for you to speak.”
Yan Qingshan sat down composedly on another soft chair opposite the young woman.
Leaning back, he smiled calmly and said, “Also, let me remind you that everything in this place where you are now is my property.
If you break it, you have to pay for it.”
“I spent ten thousand on this house, and the other items left behind are worth a similar price.
Take this tea table, for instance—both the carving and the material are the finest in Rock Desert City.
This one table is likely enough for your family’s food and expenses for several months.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to pull your foot back and instead plan to keep showing off your figure?”
(End of Chapter)