Perspective Medical Genius Young Master
Chapter 264 I’ll Listen to You

Chapter 264: Chapter 264 I’ll Listen to You

The clothes that Xiao Yifei had prepared for Zhou Meifeng to wear after her bath were the conservative kind of pajamas that could be worn by both men and women, consisting of shorts for the lower body and a short-sleeved top. And because the fabric wasn’t very thin, Zhou Meifeng didn’t feel any psychological burden in putting them on, but the only downside was that the neckline was too wide.

Thus, as Zhou Meifeng bent down to pick up the cans and bottles, the huge neckline sagged, allowing Xiao Yifei to catch a glimpse of those twin peaks of snowy white through the gap that had been revealed.

Atop those proud, heavy mounds, two differently colored cherries stood out quietly.

In just an instant, Xiao Yifei, who had been somewhat sleepy, suddenly became fully alert. He shivered and sat up straight from his lying position. His blood raced, and his breathing grew rapid as his eyes fixated on those two wonderful peaks.

However, those proud peaks appeared before Xiao Yifei’s eyes for just a flash, then disappeared as Zhou Meifeng straightened up from her bending position, leaving Xiao Yifei feeling a sudden sense of loss.

"Xiao Yifei, what’s... what’s wrong? Did I do something poorly?"

Zhou Meifeng tilted her head in some confusion as she looked at Xiao Yifei, wondering why he had suddenly sat up. She felt uneasy, fearing she might have done something inadequately.

Xiao Yifei looked at Zhou Meifeng, who appeared incredibly enticing despite wearing just a plain nightgown, and he swallowed hard. Even though she was a simple village woman from the countryside, supposedly accustomed to hard labor, nothing about her suggested that hardship. With her endearing looks and fair skin, her body was well-rounded in all the right places, giving off an air that was immensely captivating.

"Yes."

Xiao Yifei gazed at Zhou Meifeng and nodded slightly, thinking that ’charming’ was the perfect word to describe this rustic lady. He squinted his eyes, looking at Zhou Meifeng with an apparent timidity, while a wicked thought flashed through his mind.

"You should wipe down this table properly. Didn’t you see that I made it dirty just now?"

Xiao Yifei, bare-chested, sat upright on the soft sofa and stretched out his hand to point at the table in front of him, instructing Zhou Meifeng.

"Oh... okay..."

Zhou Meifeng cast a quick glance at Xiao Yifei, then hurried off and returned with a cloth to kneel before the table and began wiping it.

"Don’t kneel, how can you see where the table is dirty from there? You need to stand up and bend over to wipe!"

A gleam of excitement, barely containable, flashed through Xiao Yifei’s eyes.

"Alright, alright!"

Zhou Meifeng nodded repeatedly, stood up quickly, and then bent deeply over the table, carefully wiping it clean.

And then those two soft yet firm patches of snowy whiteness dangled before Xiao Yifei once again, causing him to take a deep breath, feeling his blood surge.

"That’s enough, that’s enough! You can stop!"

Xiao Yifei, with his eyes reddened, told Zhou Meifeng. He dared not continue looking any longer—for fear that he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself. Although tempted like a wolf, Xiao Yifei was simply indulging his eyes. If he were to truly act on his impulses, what would distinguish him from the owner of that small restaurant?

If Zhou Meifeng were willing, he wouldn’t mind having an encounter with her. But as things stood clear that nothing had yet begun, Xiao Yifei certainly couldn’t bring himself to do it!

"Is it done?"

Zhou Meifeng straightened up, looking weakly at Xiao Yifei as she spoke.

"Alright! It’s getting late, let’s get some rest!"

Xiao Yifei, with a grand wave of his hand, intended to return to his room to sleep.

Upon hearing Xiao Yifei’s words, Zhou Meifeng hurriedly ran to fetch her bag and then struggled to pull out a dirty quilt from it.

"Is that really a quilt?"

Xiao Yifei, who was about to go back to his room, was surprised to see Zhou Meifeng actually pull out a thin layer of quilt from her bag.

She looked at Xiao Yifei and nodded seriously, then Zhou Meifeng briskly tried to spread the quilt over the sofa with an air of grace.

When Xiao Yifei saw this scene, an ancient saying inexplicably came to his mind, "Hiding the beauty in the golden house."

But when Xiao Yifei saw the dirty quilt Zhou Meifeng was holding, he couldn’t help but frown and said to Zhou Meifeng, "Come on now, this house is so big, everything is readily available. Just find any room you like to stay in. There’s no need for you to sleep on the sofa. And that dirty quilt of yours, don’t leave it here. Along with those few clothes of yours, just throw them all away. I’ll take you shopping for new ones another day."

After hearing Xiao Yifei’s words, Zhou Meifeng stopped hurriedly, flustered, and looked at Xiao Yifei with a low voice, "Xiao... Xiao Yifei, I’m sorry, my quilt is a bit dirty, and I’ve soiled your sofa."

Xiao Yifei, hearing Zhou Meifeng’s words, shook his head somewhat helplessly and said, "I’m not disgusted with you, but your quilt does look like it has been used for quite a while. If you want to keep it, keep it. But those clothes, throw them away quickly. Another day when I have time, I’ll buy you a couple of outfits."

Zhou Meifeng lifted her head to look at Xiao Yifei, hesitated, then lowered it again, and finally she looked up once more, her eyes brimming with a pitiful expression, "Xiao Yifei, I... I don’t want to buy clothes, and I don’t have any money..."

"Who’s asking you for money! I’ll buy it for you! Enough talk now. When the time comes, just listen to me. The sofa is no place for someone to sleep; there are plenty of rooms in the house, just pick one for yourself."

Xiao Yifei, annoyed, looked at the self-conscious Zhou Meifeng, then took out his wallet from his pocket, counted what was inside, and pulled out all five hundred Yuan, stuffing them into Zhou Meifeng’s hand, "Here, take this money and use it for now, like buying groceries or whatever."

When he reached out, and because of the money, he touched Zhou Meifeng’s hands, the delightful sensation from her soft hands made Xiao Yifei’s heart flutter. Xiao Yifei was very curious how Zhou Meifeng, who did hard labor, managed to keep her skin so soft and tender.

As soon as Zhou Meifeng saw Xiao Yifei stuffing money into her hands, she was startled and quickly stepped back, frantically waving off Xiao Yifei, "No, no, that’s too much! That’s more than enough for groceries! Xiao Yifei, one hundred Yuan is plenty for me!"

Then she carefully handed back the four hundred Yuan to Xiao Yifei.

"Sigh!"

Xiao Yifei, looking at Zhou Meifeng and stamping his feet with frustration, just stuffed the money back into Zhou Meifeng’s pocket, regardless.

"If I tell you to keep it, you keep it. Besides the money for groceries, keep the rest for yourself; I’m not short of that amount!"

After finishing his rant, Xiao Yifei turned sharply to return to his own house, leaving with a bit of anger towards Zhou Meifeng, "From now on, don’t be so restrained, just treat this place like your own home. Whatever I tell you to do, you do it! Don’t come at me with this and that!"

Having said that, Xiao Yifei left the living room without looking back and returned to his own room.

Zhou Meifeng stood there, dazed, watching the departing figure of Xiao Yifei. When she heard his words telling her to do whatever he said, she blushed slightly at the thought, clearly seeing that Xiao Yifei had given her all the money from his wallet. Zhou Meifeng clenched the money tightly in her hand, her gaze resolutely fixed on Xiao Yifei’s receding figure, and she nodded vigorously.

"Alright, Xiao Yifei, I’ll listen to you!"