She followed the sound and looked over.
First to catch her eye was a pair of gray house slippers. Her gaze traveled upward…
Since she was in an inverted position, Jiang Yufeng also appeared upside down in her vision.
Jiang Yufeng’s looks were indeed striking—even from such a deadly angle, he still appeared cool and ethereal.
As if he had stepped out of an ink painting, untouched by worldly dust, making one hesitant to profane him.
Ye Ximeng remained inverted, gazing from afar, admiring.
But then it suddenly occurred to her: if she was seeing Jiang Yufeng from a deadly angle, wasn’t he seeing her from one too?
She quickly retracted her movement, exerting a slight force in her waist and back, and landed her feet on the ground.
“Did you stay here last night?” Ye Ximeng asked, her eyes filled with obvious surprise.
He had just said yesterday that he usually wouldn’t come to this marital home.
“Mm,” Jiang Yufeng responded, his narrow eyes cool and profound.
“Sorry, it was a bit late yesterday. Next time I come, I’ll let you know in advance.”
Ye Ximeng nodded, not dwelling on the matter.
Her body was lightly sweaty from the exercise, and the comfortably temperate indoor air brushed against her skin, bringing a pleasant coolness.
It was only then that she belatedly remembered what she was wearing.
A backless sports bra and form-fitting yoga pants.
In a gym, such attire might be quite common.
But now, alone with a man in a confined space…
Ye Ximeng blinked twice, her lashes fluttering.
She was, of course, confident about her figure.
She had a defined waistline and faint abdominal muscle lines—beautiful and appealing.
This wasn’t her deliberately showing off her figure in front of Jiang Yufeng; he was the one who had stumbled upon it!
There was never such a thing as being beautiful without knowing it—the same applied to one’s figure.
Ye Ximeng not only knew she was beautiful and had a great figure but also knew which angles would make her look both stunning and perfectly proportioned.
So, she subtly shifted her body, finding the right angle.
From Jiang Yufeng’s perspective, this would show her at her best.
Jiang Yufeng’s expression had returned to its usual cool detachment. His gaze didn’t linger on Ye Ximeng for too long.
Nor did he shy away or show admiration because of her attire.
None of that—instead, he perfectly embodied the Buddhist concept of “form is emptiness.”
It only made him seem even more untouched by worldly dust.
Time passed slowly. Subtly striking a pose was actually the most tiring, as it couldn’t be too deliberate—it had to be stylish yet natural.
Just as Ye Ximeng was growing a bit tired from holding her pose…
Jiang Yufeng’s gaze finally fell on her again.
Ye Ximeng tilted her body slightly.
“If you don’t grasp the essentials of yoga or use the wrong force, is it easy to get injured?” Jiang Yufeng suddenly asked.
Ye Ximeng was slightly taken aback.
Was he… thinking she was professional and seeking advice from her, or showing concern?
Worried she might get injured after seeing her perform that difficult move earlier?
“For difficult moves, injuries can indeed happen,” Ye Ximeng said.
A secret sense of pleasure flowed through her heart.
But then came the man’s next words…
“Your standing posture, from just now until now, hasn’t been quite right.
The positions of your lumbar and thoracic vertebrae show some twisting that doesn’t align with the normal physiological curvature of the human body.”
Jiang Yufeng’s cool voice even carried a hint of sincerity, “This might be due to you exerting force incorrectly over a long period, or insufficient strength, yet still forcing yourself to perform high-difficulty movements, causing your bones to compensate for muscle strength, leading to spinal issues.
You’d better find some time to go to the hospital and get it checked.”
Find! Some! Time! To! Go! To! The! Hospital! And! Get! It! Checked!
Ye Ximeng: “…”
Damn him!
Poor posture!
Twisted thoracic and lumbar vertebrae!
That was because those subtle curves and arcs made her figure look even better!
Fortunately, at that moment, a buzzing sound came from the direction of the kitchen, allowing Ye Ximeng to regain her composure and preventing her from losing her temper on the spot.
It was her seafood congee, ready.
Ye Ximeng twisted her body, adjusted her breathing, and used the opportunity to glance toward the kitchen to conceal the expression on her face that was almost impossible to hold back.
After a while…
“I’m actually… fine. The spinal issue isn’t that serious.”
Then she immediately changed the subject; she didn’t want to talk about her spine anymore.
“I made seafood congee. Would you like to have breakfast together?” Her voice was flat and emotionless. Right now, she just wanted some peace and quiet. It would be best if this man could pick up on her hint to leave and promptly make himself scarce!
But how could Jiang Yufeng possibly guess the twists and turns in Ye Ximeng’s mind?
At that moment, he was subtly savoring the faint, cool fragrance wafting over from the direction of the coffee table.
He had caught a whiff of this cool scent when he came downstairs earlier.
It was elegant, very subtle, carrying the fragrance of plum blossoms and the crisp coolness of frost and snow.
He had thought the blended fragrance he smelled in the living room last night was already stunning enough.
Yet, he hadn’t expected that this cool fragrance would amaze him once again as soon as he came downstairs this morning.
Ye Ximeng’s taste in fragrances truly surprised him time and time again.
He was just about to ask Ye Ximeng where she had bought these two blended fragrances.
Then he heard Ye Ximeng’s voice inviting him to have breakfast together.
He also glanced toward the kitchen. Through the transparent glass door, he could see wisps of steam rising from the vent of the automatic rice cooker.
Clearly, something was cooking inside, and he was indeed a bit hungry.
“Alright,” Jiang Yufeng responded.
Ye Ximeng!
What a clueless guy!
“Then please wait a moment. I’ll change my clothes and be right there.”
Was she going to keep wearing her yoga outfit and let Jiang Yufeng question her spinal issues again?
Ye Ximeng took a deep breath, suppressed her irritation, and walked upstairs with graceful steps.
Returning to the master bedroom, she stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at her reflection.
Delicate features, a face free of makeup, glowing with vitality from her recent workout.
The yoga outfit accentuated her curvaceous figure perfectly.
Even she found herself attractive, so how could Jiang Yufeng see spinal issues?
Maybe it was Jiang Yufeng’s eyes that had a problem!
Fuming, she entered the bathroom. After a hot shower, her agitated emotions finally calmed down a bit.
Sooner or later, she would get back at him for today!
With this conviction, Ye Ximeng began picking out her clothes.
Sometimes, details determine success or failure.
She took a wine-red silk slip dress from the hanger.
One could imagine how alluring such a dress would look on her figure.
But…
She couldn’t overdo it. She couldn’t let something like “spinal issues” happen again.
After some thought, she added a loose, milky-white sweater over it.
Instantly, her entire aura shifted from pure seduction to innocent and charming.
The key point was, with loose clothing, her spine wouldn’t be visible!
After changing clothes and adjusting her mood, she went downstairs.
At that time, Jiang Yufeng was already seated at the dining table, his hands resting naturally on the table, his back straight and upright like a pine tree.
Yet he still wore an expression so cold and restrained that it bordered on frigid.
Even though there was still the lingering issue of his spine problem.
At this moment, Ye Ximeng still couldn’t tear her eyes away—this man, this look…
She wanted to keep him for herself!