redvbooks Chapter 413 Left Butler: My CPU is Burnt Out
Chapter 413 Left Butler: My CPU is Burnt Out
The tabby cat arched its back, kicked its legs, and its small body twisted gracefully in the air, drawing a smooth, rounded arc.
A perfect backflip.
After landing lightly on the table, it tilted its head to look at Lin Feng, as if it were asking for credit.
Xia Ning's eyes lit up instantly, and she couldn't help but whisper in admiration:
"You actually did it! I couldn't get it to work after teaching it for so long, but you taught it so easily!"
Lin Feng looked at her bright eyes and brows, a faint smile playing on his lips:
"Want to see something even more interesting? I can make it do a backflip on your shoulders!"
A hint of surprise flashed in Xia Ning's clear eyes, then she nodded gently, her voice tinged with excitement:
"OK!"
Lin Feng gently lifted the kitten and carefully placed it on Xia Ning's right shoulder.
The kitten patted her shoulder with its paws and found a comfortable spot to sit down.
Xia Ning seemed a little nervous, her shoulders were slightly tense, but she couldn't hide the expectation in her eyes.
Lin Feng's gaze fell on her loose hair, his eyebrows slightly raised, and he reached out to gently tuck the stray hairs behind her cheek.
"So that the kitten's claws don't accidentally scratch it."
As the back of his finger brushed against her earlobe, Xia Ning's ear tip felt as if it had been burned, instantly turning a blush.
"Your hair is so smooth," Lin Feng casually complimented, "even smoother than Dove chocolate."
Xia Ning pursed her lips and didn't speak, but the corners of her mouth quietly curved up, and she couldn't suppress it.
Lin Feng rubbed his hands together and took a small step back: "It's starting now."
Xia Ning took a deep breath and nodded gently.
Lin Feng's gaze fell on the kitten on Xia Ning's shoulder, and he raised his index finger and gently flicked it upwards:
"Little one, please begin your performance!"
As soon as the command was given, the tabby cat on Xia Ning's shoulder immediately arched its body, lowered its head slightly, and gently pushed off with its hind legs from Xia Ning's shoulder, its body lightly leaping into the air.
But just as it flipped and landed, its foot slipped slightly, and it failed to land firmly on Xia Ning's left shoulder. Its body slid down her shoulder and fell towards the ground.
"Meow--"
Lin Feng's pupils contracted, and he instinctively reached out his left hand to grab it.
His fingers precisely grasped the kitten's round body in mid-air, but... inertia wouldn't let him go.
His chest slammed into Xia Ning's body, his left hand gripping the cat, his right hand instinctively resting on her slender waist.
It felt as if two clouds had been gently pressed into his arms.
Lin Feng's breath hitched, and Xia Ning's whole body stiffened.
Her cheeks turned from pink to red, then to crimson, at a visible speed, as if someone had poured a pot of boiling water into her veins.
[Ding, Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 5]
Current favorability rating: 84/100
Neither of them moved, remaining pressed tightly together, the air thick with an ambiguous atmosphere.
The kitten seemed to sense something and struggled slightly, causing Lin Feng to instinctively release his grip.
It lightly jumped to the ground, shook its fur, stepped back into the cage, and began licking its paws.
Lin Feng looked down at Xia Ning in his arms. Her eyelashes were trembling slightly, and her eyes seemed to hold a galaxy.
The atmosphere is right.
Lin Feng didn't want to be restrained anymore.
He slowly lowered his head, his movements so slow that Xia Ning had enough time to dodge.
She didn't dodge.
Her eyes closed at the last moment, her eyelashes fluttering gently like two tiny fans.
His lips covered hers.
At first, it was a tentative, gentle touch. Xia Ning's body stiffened, and her lips responded awkwardly.
But after only a few seconds, that naivety melted away like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.
Her body relaxed, and the fingers that had been gripping Lin Feng's clothes gradually loosened, instead gently resting on his chest. Her lips began to respond to his rhythm actively and passionately.
Just then—
"Knock knock knock~"
Three crisp knocks on the door, like three cold hammer blows, shattered the thick, romantic atmosphere in the room.
"Guide, are you there?"
Both of them shuddered and separated as if electrocuted.
Lin Feng subconsciously looked around, his gaze sweeping over the space under the bed, and said in a low, urgent voice, "Should I... hide under the bed first?"
Xia Ning grabbed his wrist: "It's alright, it's just the Left Steward, it's fine."
Seeing her resolute tone, Lin Feng felt a little relieved. He quickly reached out to tidy her slightly messy hair and carefully wiped away the lipstick that had smudged from the corner of her lips.
Finally—he casually patted her on the shoulder and said, "Go open the door."
Xia Ning's body trembled slightly, then she pursed her lips, a hint of irrepressible sweetness spreading across her lowered eyelashes.
[Ding, Xia Ning's favorability towards the host increases by 5]
Current favorability rating: 89/100
As expected, the person standing outside the door was the Left Steward.
She was carrying a bag, with half a bag of cat food sticking out of the opening, so she seemed to be there to feed her cat.
Just as the Left Deacon was about to speak, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a glimpse inside the room—
A figure dressed in a black butler's uniform was standing by the window, his hood covering most of his face.
However, his tall and slender figure and refined demeanor made him appear somewhat out of place in the simple and elegant room.
Her brow furrowed slightly.
Why is there a man in the Guide's room so late at night?
She glanced at it again instinctively; it seemed somewhat familiar.
Upon closer inspection—
The left deacon's mouth instantly opened into a huge circle.
Isn't this Lin Feng, the apprentice cultivator who has shone brightly in the cultivation mission these past two days?
What is he doing here?
The Left Steward's gaze flickered back and forth between Lin Feng and Xia Ning, something clicking in his mind like an overloaded processor emitting smoke.
"Guide, you..."
Xia Ning calmly picked up the conversation: "Oh, I think he's very good at training cats, so I asked him to come and help teach Miaomiao backflips."
Left Deacon: "...Huh?"
Dear Guide, you lent me your cat so that I could teach you backflips?
When did you become so leisurely and carefree?
Is this still the aloof and detached Lord Xia we know, who is devoted to the affairs of the temple?
And—calling someone over to teach a cat a backflip in the middle of the night??
She opened and closed her mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.
Xia Ning coughed lightly: "Is it wrong for me to have a childlike moment once in a while?"
The left deacon immediately composed himself and said seriously, "Alright."
She paused, as if remembering something important, and quickly added:
"By the way, Lord Ji wants you to attend a meeting in the council hall."
Xia Ning nodded, her expression returning to its usual composure: "Understood."
She turned around, picked up the outer robe draped over the back of the chair, and put it on. As she walked to the door, she glanced sideways at the Left Steward.
"Please go to the trouble of taking him back to his quarters."
After saying that, he stepped out the door.
The room fell silent for a moment.
The Left Deacon turned to look at Lin Feng, hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Um... has Meow Meow learned to do a backflip yet?"
Lin Feng smiled and nodded: "You flipped through it very smoothly."
The left deacon's eyes lit up, and he took half a step forward: "Could it perform for me? I want to see."