The car entered the villa complex, and Tang Feng knew, Lijiang Villa, they were all sea view homes, priced in the tens of millions—he really didn't expect Mu Qingwan to be so wealthy.
Of course, Tang Feng wasn't too shocked. In his heart, money was just an external possession, strength was what he truly valued.
"Kid, you've never been to such a fancy place before, right? It scared you to death," Xiao Ya teased Tang Feng with great excitement.
"Sister, we've already gotten pretty close, no need to show off like this. No matter how fancy the place is, it's still meant for people to live in. It can't scare me. Not to brag, but the place I used to live could blow this spot away a thousand times over," Tang Feng said with a laugh.
"Keep blowing your own trumpet, continue with your bragging. As of now, there still isn't a place in the entire Southern Domain City that can top Lijiang Villa," Xiao Ya laughed, but didn't expect Tang Feng's skin to be so thick.
"Sister Wan, do you believe it?" Tang Feng didn't keep bantering with her, but instead turned to look at Mu Qingwan.
"I won't comment; don't drag me into this. One is my brother, the other is my bestie. I can't take sides—but if you like it here, you're welcome to stay with us," Mu Qingwan said as the car drove into one of the villas.
This villa wasn't particularly large, approximately two thousand square meters, with a small swimming pool, a little garden, and a tennis court.
"I disagree, Qing Wan, you're inviting the wolf into the house, hmmph! I'm going in first." After saying that, Xiao Ya stood up and left.
"What's the rush, help me inside." Mu Qingwan felt dizzy and reminded her that she had been the one driving.
"Don't you have him? I need to brush my teeth quick, I'm so disgusted," Xiao Ya glared at Tang Feng, which had its own charm.
"Sister, isn't it too late to brush now? It has already fused into your body. If this were ancient times, you'd be doomed—you know what I mean," Tang Feng remarked.
"You little devil, say that one more time," Xiao Ya fumed with rage, ready to burst into flames.
Seeing this, Mu Qingwan had to intervene, "Xiao Ya, you're so much older than him, you don't need to stoop to his level."
"Ah Feng, you too, should know when to stop. Bickering with a girl is not what a man should do," Mu Qingwan scolded both, treating them equally.
"I think it's quite fun because I've never experienced it before. Now that I have the chance, I naturally don't want to miss out," Tang Feng chuckled.
"See, this is the 'brother' you've acknowledged. He's definitely not a good person. Forget it, I'll help you inside. As for this scoundrel, let him fend for himself," Xiao Ya took Mu Qingwan's arm and walked into the hall.
Tang Feng followed them in.
Looking at the interior decoration, it was indeed grand without losing luxury. The layout of the hall was simple but made with fine materials. It felt very warm upon entry.
There was also a whiff of a scent, indistinguishable, but quite stimulating. At least Tang Feng's body cells were awakening to it.
Maybe no man had been here before, and Mu Qingwan didn't realize that this fragrance could turn a man into a beast in an instant.
The two women went upstairs, while Tang Feng took a tour of the hall.
The kitchen was connected directly to the hall, making it look more spacious. As for the kitchenware, it must be pricey, with full intelligent control. Thankfully, he had seen such things at the Murong Family, or else he would have made a fool of himself.
Sister Wan really knew how to enjoy life. Thinking about his own status as Supreme Level, yet he had never really enjoyed life. Always cultivating and healing, wasting tens of thousands of years. A pity, truly.
The utmost fool.
Thankfully, Heavenly Dao was kind enough to give him a new life. With this wonderful world, he was determined to grab hold of it, to taste the beauties and seize the wealth, nothing could be missed.
"Ah Feng, I had someone send over clothes, you can wear this pajama for now. I bought it for my dad, but it's never been used," Mu Qingwan said.
"Sister Wan, it's all in the past, from now on you won't be lonely with me around, you can call me over to keep you company anytime," Tang Feng said.
"Good, remember you said that, don't go back on your word when the time comes." Mu Qingwan laughed somewhat mischievously, but Tang Feng didn't mind.
"Absolutely no regrets, Sister Wan, you look very beautiful in that pajama," Tang Feng complimented before heading into the washroom on the first floor.
Mu Qingwan's face beamed with the compliment.
"You reckless girl, running downstairs without your glasses. Are you intentionally trying to seduce that boy?" Xiao Ya was speechless, she had never seen Mu Qingwan lose her composure like this.
"I don't wear glasses," Mu Qingwan said, looking back at Xiao Ya with confusion.
Xiao Ya didn't bother with niceties, she pointed at her chest and said, "You might as well go without wearing anything." Then she rolled her eyes.
Mu Qingwan looked down and her face immediately turned crimson; she bit her lip and dashed upstairs.
Once she shut the door, her heart was still pounding wildly, "Did he see it? Ah, how am I supposed to face anyone now?"
Mu Qingwan realized her face was burning hot, and her eyes grew dreamy.
"Could it be that I really have fallen for Ah Feng?" Mu Qingwan recognized the possibility and murmured to herself, unable to hide her embarrassment.
Downstairs, Xiao Ya had her long white legs propped up on the coffee table, engrossed in a TV drama, apparently forgetting about Tang Feng's presence.
Suddenly feeling something was off, she turned around and found Tang Feng blatantly staring at her legs; her dress barely covered her hips.
"Ah! You dirty kid, turn around right now."
"Comrade Xiao Ya, why do you always realize things too late? I seriously doubt you're doing it on purpose; you've already caused emotional trauma to my heart, and you must take responsibility," Tang Feng slowly walked over.
"Don't you come any closer, I—I won't be polite with you," Xiao Ya warned, grabbing a cushion from the couch and curling up in one corner.
"Sister, I'm not afraid, come on, I want to see how you won't be polite to me," Tang Feng continued his approach unabated.
"You—you wicked devil, I won't let you off," Xiao Ya finally admitted defeat, quickly getting off the couch and running upstairs without even putting on her shoes.
Tang Feng burst into laughter as he watched her flee; no matter how fierce a woman is, she's no match for a man—such is the experience.
Interesting, I wonder if school will be even more intriguing. There are quite a few so-called school beauties there.
Uh!
He left behind something so important.
Tang Feng was anxious—where was his bag?
Luckily, it was raining, and the cemetery would be empty. He needed to hurry over, so he headed upstairs.
He saw one of the room doors wide open, with the sound of girlish laughter emanating from it. Out of curiosity, Tang Feng walked over and his eyes immediately bulged, as he swallowed hard.
Two lovely figures were entwined in the room, their seductive silhouettes tantalizingly evident.
These two devilish charmers.
"Cough, cough!"
Tang Feng truly wanted to rush in and pounce on them, but of course, that was just a thought—at least for now, the timing was off.
"Tang Feng, what the hell do you think you're doing? Get downstairs," Xiao Ya was so outraged that she was trembling, everything had been exposed.
"Don't rush, I didn't see anything. Um, could you give me a lift somewhere?" Tang Feng said with a wry smile.
"Hmph, dream on."
"Consider it for a moment, I could trade something for the ride," Tang Feng suggested.
"No trade, you can walk out on your own, there are taxis outside the villa," Xiao Ya flatly refused, and Mu Qingwan tugging at her clothes was of no use.
"I have pills that can make people look younger, are you sure you're not interested?" Tang Feng offered.
"Not interested—wait, what did you just say? Make people look younger? Are you saying I look old?" Xiao Ya snapped, deliberately straightening her posture.
Tang Feng looked at the not-so-small mounds and felt parched, "Not old, not old at all, just perfect." Beads of sweat appeared on Tang Feng's forehead. Xiao Ya was pretty fierce; even he was having a hard time handling it.