Serious Request

Qing Lan's clothes were transparent and practically see-through. 

Despite this, she didn't shout or panic like most typical women would have done in such a situation. 

"Do you wish for me to stay like this or change into new clothes?" Qing Lan asked, clearly not minding being exposed to Ye Ming.

Surprised and dumbfounded, Ye Ming was truly taken aback.

'Huh, as an author. This should have been the typical cliche scene where she shouts and slaps me across the face for being perverted.' Ye Ming had to pinch his cheek to feel the pain and realized this wasn't a dream.

"You're not mad?" He leaned closer and made sure his gaze was very piercing. 'Now you should smack me, right? That's usually how the script goes!' 

However, contrary to his expectations, Qing Lan shook her head and even questioned him back.

"Why would I be mad if the Young Master has an interest in my body?" Qing Lan asked curiously.

"Eh, if you're not mad or embarrassed, then why did you ask me if you can change your clothes?" 

"You're mistaken, Young Master. I've asked if you prefer me to stay like this or not." She corrected him.

"What's the difference?" Ye Ming shrugged. 

"If I stay like this, then someone else would be able to see this scene aside from the Young Master. But if that's what you want, then Qing Lan would be happy to oblige." 

Almost immediately, Ye Ming recalled he had sent a certain old bone for a task. If they were efficient then they would return soon.

With a solemn expression, Ye Ming commanded. "Get changed, Qing Lan. You're my maid, so who else but me is allowed to see you in such a condition. If that old bone sees it, then I don't mind having his eyeball gouged out for protein." 

Although it had only been a rumor, there was an ancient saying that every part of a dragon was nutritious and beneficial to humans or cultivators. 

Qing Lan nodded and swiftly undressed on the spot. Of course, she made sure to activate a formation that prevented anyone from being able to peek through. 

"Oh, this formation is not bad, but I'm still here." Ye Ming admired the formation and reminded her that he was within the formation.

"You may peek however you want. That's what us maids are for." Qing Lan calmly responded. It was as if it was completely natural for him to watch her however he preferred. 

At this moment, Ye Ming was positive he would be having a nosebleed if it weren't for his healthy body. 

'Fuck… I can't believe women like Qing Lan existed. Had I known, then I wouldn't have written those cliche scenes of love interests screaming at the protagonist when some of their skins were exposed.' For the first time ever, Ye Ming felt a major crisis in his author career.

It was no wonder he was always at the bottom of the barrel in the author's ranking. He had completely written the scene erroneously. 

Who the hell made the misconception that women screamed at every tiny little thing? 

He wrote the scene based on those misconceptions and references. 

Frustrated, Ye Ming swore to smack whoever started the cringey trend first. Not to mention, the fools of readers who dig it and caused his misconception to increase tremendously. 

If those foolish readers simply boycotted such a novel troupe, then there would be no such troupe existing anymore. 

However, precisely because they didn't, this cringey troupe sold like hotcakes, which inadvertently made authors follow the same scenario in their writing.

By the time Ye Ming vented out his emotion internally, he was about to enjoy the scene of Qing Lan's peerless body. 

"Huh… what the heck?" His mouth twitched in disbelief when he noticed Qing Lan was already in a completely new set of clothes. "Wasn't it just a few seconds? How did you change so fast?" 

"Isn't that supposed to be the case?" Unaware that Ye Ming completely missed the golden opportunity to witness her changing clothes, Qing Lan was more confused by his words.

"I mean like, where's your wet clothes? And how did you find a new set of clothes already?" Ye Ming asked, his eyes darting back and forth at their surroundings. 

"A spatial ring?" Qing Lan replied, flashing her slender fingers. Lo and behold, there was some ring on it, except the ring finger. 

Spatial ring— the most essential item for any cultivator. It had a separate dimension that could store a crap ton of things. This godly item was a dream that many mortals wished they could have but could never obtain. 

"So it's a spatial ring." Nodding, Ye Ming quickly got over the part of missing out on the golden opportunity. He was not a horny dog anyway, and he was in no rush either. Based on Qing Lan's attitude and behavior. He could technically see it anytime he wished. 

'Ahh, I feel more and more like a bastard for having such a thought. I can just imagine my readers cursing the living shit out of me for having such a life.' Ye Ming giggled silly. He could practically imagine the scene of his readers slamming their phones down from frustration. 

Aside from that, they must also be raging once again now that his novel was once again on indefinite pause.

However, it wasn't like he didn't want to update the novel. It was just that he could no longer update it from where he was at. 

"Young Master, is there something hilarious?" Qing Lan suddenly asked. She glanced at her choice of clothes and wondered if it was unsuitable. 

"Oh, nothing, I was just thinking about something else." Ye Ming waved his hand, gesturing for her to come closer as he cleared his throat. 

"Qing Lan, I'm about to make a serious request. You are free to reject it if you don't want to agree to it."

"Nonsense, the Young Master's command is absolute." 

"No, you must be willing to." Ye Ming flashed a solemn expression. 

Realizing that her Young Master was serious, Qing Lan had no choice but to comply. "Fine, I'll hear your request respectfully." 

'If the Young Master plans on pulling the same stunt, then I'll have to reject it.' Qing Lan was indeed loyal, but her loyalty had a limit. As long as the command wasn't harmful to Ye Ming, she would have no problem with it.

Meanwhile, Ye Ming was reassured when he heard that. 

"Okay… Qing Lan. Will you let me enjoy a lap pillow?" He had a poker face when he made such a ridiculous request disguised as serious.