84: Don't move, let me borrow your yang energy.

Chen Yun's sentence, "The soundproofing should be very good," carried a scalding breath as it drilled directly into Wang Fugui's ear.

Wang Fugui's scalp exploded, and all the blood in his body surged toward an unspeakable part of him.

His entire body froze in place, his neck as if rusted; he didn't dare look back at Chen Yun, and he certainly didn't dare look at Lin Xiaocao's reaction on the bed.

The air solidified, leaving only the "rumbling" thunder outside the window and three frantic heartbeats.

Lin Xiaocao's fury almost ignited her; she glared at that vixen, wishing she could poke two holes in her with her gaze.

But Chen Yun let out a light chuckle amidst the frozen atmosphere.

She withdrew her aggressive forward-leaning posture and unhurriedly sat sideways on the edge of the bed, crossing her two slender legs and casually kicking off the pair of bothersome red high heels on her feet.

Her smooth feet were dazzlingly white under the dim light.

This movement instantly dismantled the previous tense atmosphere, yet added a different, more dangerous kind of laziness and casualness.

"Alright, I'm done teasing you guys."

Chen Yun brushed her long hair and adopted a businesslike tone.

"The terms of the deal are simple."

She raised her hand, tapped her temple with a slender finger, and put on a weary expression.

"Helping her forge a file and arranging for her to go to the warehouse is very mentally taxing. Plus, it's thundering tonight, and I've been afraid of the dark since I was a child; I get insomnia as soon as it thunders."

Listening to her serious-faced nonsense, Wang Fugui felt like ten thousand pigs were stampeding in his heart.

Afraid of the dark? Insomnia?

The ruthlessness you showed when kicking the door just now was scarier than the God of Thunder!

Chen Yun completely ignored Wang Fugui's inner criticism and continued to announce her overbearing terms.

"So, tonight, I'm going to requisition you, this natural heater."

Her gaze swept over Wang Fugui's knotted muscles with undisguised appreciation.

"I'll borrow your Yang energy to help me sleep. Don't worry, it's just a 'pure' sleep, nothing else. But before I fall asleep, you must absolutely obey my arrangements—no moving, no making a sound."

"In your dreams!"

Lin Xiaocao finally couldn't hold it in and jumped out from behind Wang Fugui, spreading her arms to protect him like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

Chen Yun didn't even bother to lift an eyelid; she just slowly picked up the copy of the "Missing Persons Notice" from the bed and shook it gently between her fingers.

"Little Grass sister, face reality."

Her voice became cold, devoid of any warmth.

"Right now, I'm the one giving you a chance to live. Either you shut your mouth and accept my conditions, or I'll wash that messy face of yours right now and throw you downstairs to feed those men in Black Suits."

"You..."

Lin Xiaocao's protest was completely stifled by those words.

Reality was a cold mountain, pressing down until she couldn't breathe.

All her courage and anger appeared so ridiculous and powerless in the face of this thin sheet of paper.

She looked back at Wang Fugui's honest face, which was filled with difficulty and embarrassment; in the end, all her resentment turned into thick bitterness.

She released the arms protecting Wang Fugui, stomped her foot in resentment, turned to climb onto her own bed, and buried herself under the covers with her back to the two of them.

Only those ears, standing straight and trembling slightly, betrayed her heart, which couldn't find peace at all.

The dormitory light went out with a "click."

The room fell into darkness, with only the lightning outside occasionally projecting the silhouettes of the three people onto the mottled walls.

Wang Fugui lay stiffly on the cold floor mat; the thin quilt couldn't block the chill seeping up from the ground at all.

Just as he wanted to curl up his body, a scent mixed with the fragrance of body wash and a woman's body temperature quietly approached.

He hadn't even heard footsteps.

The next second, a corner of the quilt was lifted, and a soft, smooth body silently slipped inside.

Chen Yun had really come in.

Her thin silk pajamas rubbed against Wang Fugui's arm in the narrow space; every slight movement brought a shiver that made his scalp tingle.

Wang Fugui instantly tensed up like a stone, his breathing coming to a halt.

"Don't move."

Chen Yun's voice sounded in his ear, carrying a satisfied sigh.

She pressed tightly against his scalding back, her arms wrapping around his thick waist as her entire body hung onto him.

"Tsk, you really are a big furnace."

Wang Fugui's body was her best sedative.

That heat steaming from his every pore, carrying a primitive masculine aura, continuously soothed her through the thin fabric.

Her nerves, which had been tense due to stress and calculation, were greatly comforted the moment they contacted this heat source, and her entire body relaxed.

She even let out a nearly inaudible moan of comfort.

To Wang Fugui, however, this moan was no less than a bolt of lightning.

And on the bunk above his head lay the sister he had sworn to protect with his life.

The triple pressure made him feel like he was about to crack open.

He didn't dare move, not even an inch.

Every muscle in his body was twisted into knots, and the veins at his temples throbbed.

What should he do?

He could only desperately try to divert his attention.

"Postpartum care for sows, rule number one: pay attention to keeping them warm..."

"Feed for breeding boars must ensure protein intake..."

The "Scientific Pig Farming Manual" from his hometown, which he had nearly flipped through until it fell apart, became his only life-saving straw at this moment.

He silently recited those dry regulations in his mind over and over, trying to use the smell of pig feed to drown out the intoxicating fragrance beside him.

"Rumble!"

Another pale bolt of lightning tore through the night sky.

On the bed, Lin Xiaocao hadn't fallen asleep at all.

Using that momentary flash of light, she clearly saw the scene on the floor mat.

Two figures were tightly overlapped, and that woman's head was intimately pillowed on Brother Fugui's shoulder.

There were none of the filthy sounds she had imagined.

Nothing at all.

But it was precisely this quiet, intimate hugging and snuggling that felt even more eyesore to her.

It was a posture she had never received and never even dared to hope for.

A massive panic and grievance of being excluded instantly seized her heart, and bitter liquid welled up in her eyes.

On the floor mat, Chen Yun seemed to feel that having her back to him wasn't comfortable enough, and she moved unsatisfactorily.

Then, with an irresistible force, she forcibly turned Wang Fugui's body—which was as stiff as a sculpture—around to face her.

"Mgh..."

A muffled groan escaped Wang Fugui's throat.

This time, it was completely over.

He was forced face-to-face with Chen Yun, his nasal cavity filled with the fragrance of her hair, her warm breath puffing onto his face.

Chen Yun adjusted her posture successfully, comfortably burying her cheek between Wang Fugui's firm, broad chest muscles, even rubbing against them contentedly.

She mumble-dabbled a sentence dizzily.

"As expected... this body of yours is more comfortable than a Simmons mattress."

Wang Fugui's breathing instantly became incredibly heavy, every inhalation carrying a scalding, burning pain.

She didn't pull away; instead, she let out a low, mischievous laugh.

Immediately following that, Chen Yun's warm breath blew against his ear, her words like orchids.

"Endure it, Silly Big Guy."

"It wouldn't be good to wake the sister upstairs."

This light sentence became the straw that broke the camel's back.

Under the strong soothing effect of Wang Fugui's unique pheromones, just a few minutes later, Chen Yun, who had been tossing for half the night, fell into a deep, infant-like sleep.

Her hands and feet were like an octopus, tightly entwined around the human pillow beside her, her breathing steady and long.

But Wang Fugui was completely struck by insomnia.

He stared with wide eyes, looking straight at the ceiling in the darkness, maintaining a humiliating and agonizing posture without moving an inch.

Lightning flashed outside again, briefly illuminating his bloodshot eyes and the snowy white arms wrapped around him, sleeping so sweetly.