175: Chapter 175 Daily Life of Balancing

Inside the nine nether purgatory tower ten meters underground, shrill curses mixed with the friction of exercise bike chains, forming a symphony.

Lin Ye stretched, no longer paying attention to Archimonde, who was impotently raging inside the hamster running wheel.

With his hands tucked into his hoodie pockets, he turned to look at Helena standing meekly beside him.

This former chief adjudicator nun was currently stealing glances with a complex gaze mixed with awe and relief at her former colleagues, who were wearing pink floral aprons and miserably pedaling to generate electricity.

What? Feeling sorry for your former immediate supervisor?

Lin Ye purposely leaned in a bit closer.

The male's hot breath brushed against Helena's fair earlobe.

She shuddered all over, shaking her head repeatedly like she had been electrocuted, her short silver hair swaying into a pretty arc.

N-No! Boss, Lord Archimonde... No, that idiot Archimonde offended you, and this is the divine punishment he deserves. My body and mind now belong only to you, and I absolutely harbor no second thoughts!

Helena was so anxious she became incoherent, terrified that if Lin Ye became displeased, he would also toss her a pink floral apron and make her ride the exercise bike.

Given her tight cheongsam with slits reaching all the way to the root of her thighs, if she were to ride an exercise bike, that scene would simply be unimaginable.

Decent awareness. Let's go, heading up to sleep.

Lin Ye chuckled lightly, naturally reaching out to pat a slap on Helena's perky, rounded electric buttocks.

The feel is indeed much better than those hard armors. Tomorrow I'll take you to buy a few sets of clothes to change into. Wearing this cheongsam to work makes it easy to have wardrobe malfunctions. Although I don't mind looking, there are too many eyes and ears on the old street. I'm quite protective of my food; the fish in my own fishpond cannot even be glanced at twice by others.

Helena's delicate body softened from the pat, and her cheeks instantly flushed crimson.

Keeping her head down, she followed Lin Ye into the elevator, a strange sweetness welling up in her heart.

This Eastern man always spoke so crudely and straightforwardly, carrying a hint of rogue ruffianism.

Yet heard in her ears, it was ten thousand times more reassuring than the hypocritical hymns of the archbishops in the Vatican cathedral.

Protective of his food, huh...

Helena silently recited these two characters in her heart, the corners of her mouth unconsciously lifting slightly.

Returning to the second-floor bedroom.

Lin Ye pushed open the ajar mahogany bedroom door, and the scene before him made even his battle-hardened heart skip half a beat.

On the large, carved rosewood bed.

Leng Yue was wearing a moon-white silk slip nightgown, sitting upright against the headboard.

In her hands, she held a copy of the ancient Great Xia classic The Book of Songs, browsing through it by the warm yellow bedside wall lamp.

Cold, noble, dignified—the unique calm aura exclusive to the primary wife was firmly grasped by her.

And on the other end of the bed.

Frost Star was completely a different style.

The Nether Empress's perfect delicate body was currently wearing only a thin pink little slip and a pair of shorts that barely covered her spring scenery.

She was lying on the soft kotatsu, her dazzlingly white long legs crossing and dangling boredly in mid-air, holding a tablet computer and watching cartoons with great relish.

Hearing the door open, the two peerless fierce entities—one big, one small—simultaneously raised their heads.

Frost Star dropped the tablet, like a frolicking husky.

Lin Ye steadily caught her, casually scraping her perky nose tip.

You, a Nether Corpse King, are crying cold to me? Your body temperature can freeze a popsicle to cracking point. Stop trying to pull that act here.

I really am cold!

Frost Star refused to let up, her little mouth pouting high, and she took the opportunity to plant a smack-kiss on Lin Ye's side face, leaving a faint chill.

Leng Yue, sitting at the head of the bed, put down The Book of Songs in her hand, her dark golden eyes glancing over indifferently.

How old are you, still hanging onto Husband like a pendant. Shameless.

Husband just finished dealing with those filthy matters downstairs, and his body is stained with the sour stench of foreigners. Why don't you get down quickly and let him go wash up?

Leng Yue's voice was unhurried and unforced.

Frost Star stuck her tongue out at Leng Yue, muttering softly, "So what if you're the primary wife," but she still obediently crawled down from Lin Ye's body.

Lin Ye knew deeply that being a water-balancing master in this household required top-notch skill.

He took off his jacket, which was stained with a bit of basement dust, walked to the head of the bed, and naturally planted a kiss on Leng Yue's cold and peerlessly beautiful cheek.

Only my wife knows how to care for people. That group of foreign devils really reeked of sweat, giving me a headache. I'm going to take a shower.

The corners of Leng Yue's mouth lifted slightly as she extended slender fingers to tidy up Lin Ye's slightly messy hair.

The bathwater has already been drawn, with calming herbs formulated by Ayugu added inside. Husband, go wash up; I've left half the bed for you.

Hearing the words "half the bed," Frost Star on the side refused to have it.

Watching this pair of ice-and-fire beauties start their daily bickering again, Lin Ye touched his nose and sensibly slipped into the bathroom.

As long as they didn't escalate to the point of demolishing the house, the best way to handle it was to play deaf and dumb, letting them argue out a winner themselves.

Fifteen minutes later.

Lin Ye walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel.

The room was unusually quiet.

On the large bed, Leng Yue and Frost Star each occupied one side.

Frost Star had her back to Leng Yue, wrapping herself up like a silkworm baby, exposing only a silver-blue back of her head, evidently having lost in the recent "family status defense war" and currently brooding in anger.

Leng Yue patted the spacious empty spot beside her, her eyes revealing a hint of a victor's composure.

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Afterward, Lin Ye reached out his other hand, poking the "silkworm baby" on the right through the blanket.

Stop pretending to sleep, I know you aren't asleep. Turn around.

The silkworm baby squirmed twice, and Frost Star poked out that devastatingly beautiful face, her heterochromatic pupils filled with grievance.

Sister bullied me and you didn't even care.

How would I dare care? She's a Millennium Drought Demon; what if she gets angry and bakes Jiangzhou dry?

Leng Yue gently pinched Lin Ye under the blanket: "Husband is scheming against me behind my back again; when am I ever so unreasonable?"

Lin Ye stretched out a long arm, pulling Frost Star over along with her blanket.

Alright, stop messing around. We've tossed and turned all night, rest early.

We agreed tomorrow to rent out the amusement park and take you girls to play. Whoever can't get up don't blame me for not taking her.

Hearing the words "amusement park," Frost Star's eyes instantly lit up.

She instantly cast the grievance from just now to the nine heavens, burrowed out from the blanket, and tightly hugged Lin Ye's arm.

I want to ride the roller coaster! And I want to eat cotton candy!

Alright, alright, I'll buy you all of it.

The night grew deeper.

The autumn insects outside the window emitted low chirps.

Holding his two peerless wives, Lin Ye fell fast asleep amidst the interlacing chill and softness.