Animal-eared Girl Era: Start by Forming a Contract with an SSS-Class School Belle
Chapter 474: Zi Ran’s Body Returns to Peak Condition (Please Follow)

Chapter 474: Chapter 474: Zi Ran’s Body Returns to Peak Condition (Please Follow)

"This kind of method is a trump card, it couldn’t be used lightly."

"If we force hubby to do something he didn’t like, his impression of us would drop like a rock."

"We had a big shot at getting him now, just needed to take it step by step, not go overboard."

The Divine Soul Qingcheng got startled and hurried to explain.

Seeing Xiaogu like that, everyone knew she was tempted, actually thinking about knocking hubby out and sealing the deal.

Qingcheng felt a little disappointed, thinking she could get together with Xiao Ye right away.

But she also thought Old Gu made sense—things like this couldn’t be rushed, or it might blow up in their faces. *What if we picked up a sesame seed but lost a watermelon? That’d really suck.*

Meanwhile,

After Ziran dragged Xiao Ye upstairs,

Xiao Ye was giving her a final massage. If it worked out, after this, Ziran’s figure could return to its peak—on par with Qingcheng and Yunxi.

Ziran at her peak was gorgeous but still moved gracefully.

Of course, if she blew up even more, the beauty would get kinda weird.

Xiao Ye fixed a glass of blood, set it in front of Ziran, and grinned, "Drink up, this is your last glass. After you level up tomorrow, drinking blood probably wouldn’t do anything anymore."

Ziran looked at the bright red, metallic-smelling blood in front of her, eyes glued to it as a little tongue slipped out to lick her lips. *Why am I so thirsty?*

She grabbed the glass and tossed it all back in one gulp. Afterward, she wanted more.

Once the blood hit her stomach, countless cells in her body went wild, sucking up mysterious factors in the blood.

In just a few seconds, the whole glass was absorbed.

A look of pure bliss swept over Ziran’s fresh, pretty face—she almost moaned out loud.

The pleasure flashed in quick and vanished just as fast.

Half a minute later, she looked normal again, those clear-as-water eyes dryly staring at Xiao Ye, saying, "Can I get another glass?"

Smoking and drinking could get addictive, but this chick got hooked on drinking blood.

Xiao Ye shook his head, "Nope."

"Lie down, I’m giving you one last massage."

"Time to unlock some human potential, get you growing again."

"This’s not the same as fixing body issues, that’s healing. This one’s a different effect."

"Gotta hit the key spots, special attention."

Ziran and him were already old married couple vibes, no need to act shy. She just stripped off all her covers and said, "Go for it."

Xiao Ye went right in.

He was already a total pro at the Massage Secret Technique for unlocking human potential, could do it in his sleep.

The feel of her skin was soft and smooth.

Ziran’s figure had blown up twice, and massaging her got better every time.

*Was it just because she got pampered so much? Her skin kept getting better and better.*

Half an hour later.

Xiao Ye clapped his hands and grinned, "All done. Wanna get up and check it out? Maybe hop around a bit."

"After tonight, your body ought to be back at its very best."

Ziran just grabbed Xiao Ye and pulled him in, giggling, "Jumping around for what? You just mean I need to get my blood pumping, right?"

"With you here, I don’t need any jumping."

Xiao Ye’s mouth got shut real quick.

He once again felt Ziran’s wildness—like some Wild Beast, totally insane!

Time zipped by. It went from pitch dark outside to dawn’s first light, then full daylight.

When sunlight finally shone into the bedroom,

Xiao Ye and Ziran blinked awake, still half out of it.

"Bang bang bang!" Knocked at the door, Jiang Xue’an’s sweet, lilting voice chimed in.

"Master, Sister Ziran, it’s eight o’clock."

"Time to get up!"

"Master, do you want Xiaonannan to come help you get dressed?"

Xiao Ye called out, "No need."

Ten minutes later, Xiao Ye and Ziran—already dressed—headed downstairs to the huge living room.

At the dining table, the two were surprised to see it loaded with buns, fried dough sticks, soy milk, the works.

Qingcheng’s white robes hugged her even tighter today, plus she wore an apron over her chest.

Xiao Ye and Ziran plopped down, grabbed buns, dug right in.

"Mmph!" Both stopped mid-bite, pulling weird faces.

"Why are these buns... bitter?"

"Are buns in Hang City supposed to taste like this?"

Qingcheng looked at the two with high hopes—wait, really, she was staring at Xiao Ye, "How is it? Any good?"

Ziran set the bun down, looking all weird, "Qingcheng, I can’t handle this Hang City bun."

"Imperial Capital buns still taste best."

Xiao Ye was surprised, "Sister Qingcheng, with that apron... Wait, did you make these buns?"

"Honestly, they taste kinda weird."

Qingcheng blushed, cheeks burning, "Ah, I bought those! That shop, really, can’t believe they sell this stuff!"

*She was about to lose her mind. In her head, she said,*

"Old Gu!"

"Didn’t you say you were a chef? How come the breakfast you taught me to make tasted so bad?"

The Divine Soul Qingcheng couldn’t save face, turned away and said, "Of course, for the next hundred years I read every chef encyclopedia out there and looked up all the recipes."

Qingcheng challenged, "But did you ever actually cook yourself?"

The Divine Soul Qingcheng froze up, "Nope!"

Qingcheng’s face went dark, *So he’s a theory master, can’t even cook, and still dares teach me breakfast?*

The Divine Soul Qingcheng put her hands on her hips, "Well, why don’t you try it? I think it’s good! I taught you step by step right from the chef’s book."

Qingcheng, not fully convinced, picked up a bun, nibbled a tiny bite, chewed slowly.

Next thing, her pretty face turned liver-purple from holding back.

She immediately spit the bun right out.

That taste was godawful, basically inedible.

"Old Gu, never teach me to cook again!" she screamed in her head.

The Divine Soul Qingcheng grumbled under her breath, "Fine! I won’t."

Suddenly, Jiang Xue’an gasped, pointing at Ziran, "Sister Ziran, are you stuffing your shirt or what?"

"How did you get so... huge!"

Qingcheng and Xiao Ye both stared over.

Their pupils shrank.

Yesterday, Ziran’s body was normal, but now she was towering like Mount Everest—total top tier.

Her purple skirt was bulging and looked like it would split open at any second.

Everything inside looked ready to break free.

Ziran looked down—couldn’t even see her toes. Her lovely, innocent face shone with delight.

Next, while everyone stared, she cupped her hands to measure herself, figured out the results, and cheered, "Hahaha! Ziran is back!"

She hopped up, spun around on the open floor, and said,

"Xiao Ye, what do you think, you like it?"

Xiao Ye swallowed hard, "Yeah, I like it."

This Ziran, her body was right back at its prime—curves everywhere.

Plus, her face was still that sweet first love look. Altogether, she was a total goddess now.

Qingcheng was shocked too, but when she saw Xiao Ye looking at Ziran with that doting look in his eyes, *she felt a weird pang of jealousy and annoyance rise up.*

"Clatter!" Without meaning to, Qingcheng knocked Xiao Ye’s chopsticks off the table.

"Xiao Ye, you dropped your chopsticks."

Xiao Ye snapped out of it, ducked under the table to find them.

When he found the chopsticks, he was shocked—they were pinned under a pair of black-stockinged, bare Jade Feet.

He looked up, following the Jade Feet, saw that proud figure—and Qingcheng’s stunning face.

"Hiss!" Xiao Ye sucked in a sharp breath.

The Hang City Empress was wearing black stockings.