The temperature in the room gradually rose, and Xiao Wu's hands began to grow restless as her body pressed tightly against him.
Fu Qin carried her to the bedside, gently laid her down, and leaned over with his eyes slightly narrowed.
Although it wasn't the first time, Xiao Wu's cheeks were still somewhat flushed, and her breathing was uneven.
"Promise me, you aren't allowed to be so close to Rongrong anymore."
Xiao Wu's voice was very small, as if she knew her request was a bit much.
Hearing her words, a playful smile appeared at the corners of Fu Qin's mouth.
"So... what is our relationship now?"
His words were like a heavy hammer striking Xiao Wu's heart, leaving her feeling exceptionally flustered.
"I... I am your..."
Xiao Wu's voice caught in her throat, but Fu Qin didn't seem to care at all.
"Shh—"
"Kiss me."
...
The night deepened.
Xiao Wu was like a docile kitten, curled up in Fu Qin's arms, feeling his burning body heat and powerful heartbeat.
She knew that the affection between her and Fu Qin was something that could not see the light of day.
Inside the room.
Fu Qin's fingertips gently brushed through her hair; having lived two lives, this was the first time he experienced the unique pleasure of Cao Mengde.
Xiao Wu lay prone on the soft little bed.
On the wooden wall behind her, clusters of water droplets that were about to fall still hung.
Just then, Tang San's hesitant voice came from outside the door.
"Xiao Wu, can I come in and explain? I really didn't mean anything else."
Xiao Wu snuggled in Fu Qin's arms. Hearing Tang San's voice, a flash of impatience crossed her eyes, but she still endured her physical discomfort and spoke up.
"Third Brother, you don't need to explain. I know you didn't do it on purpose, but if you want my forgiveness, then you cannot refuse any of my requests in the future!"
Her voice carried a tingling, soft tremor, completely different from her usual crisp tone.
Outside the door, hearing Xiao Wu's response, Tang San felt an inexplicable joy rise in his heart.
Xiao Wu's willingness to forgive him meant that in the future, he and Xiao Wu could still be as deeply in love as they were in their past lives.
"Xiao Wu, I understand. I was being foolish the other day. I promise this will never happen again."
Inside the room.
Xiao Wu turned her head slightly trembling to look at Fu Qin, a cunning smile curling her lips.
"See? Tang San is just an obedient dog in front of me. In the future, I will absolutely never let him touch me even once."
Hearing Xiao Wu's words, the power Fu Qin exerted within her became even more overbearing.
"Sister Xiao Wu, you really are too wicked. It's a good thing Third Brother doesn't know about what's happening between us, otherwise, I'm afraid he'd be fuming with rage."
Xiao Wu shrank further into his arms and closed her eyes with a look of pure contentment, her tone carrying a hint of laziness.
"Xiao Qin, you're just too kind. You need to be more careful in the future and not let other women trick you away."
...
At dawn, after helping Xiao Wu change into new bedsheets and bedding, Fu Qin quietly returned to his own residence.
If nothing unexpected happened.
Oscar should break through to become a Spirit Elder tonight.
So, to prevent anyone from noticing anything unusual about Xiao Wu, he finished his work early to give her time to rest.
Soon.
After three hours of recovery, Xiao Wu was already able to walk normally.
However, a lingering trace of lazy allure still remained between her brows. When she looked at Fu Qin, besides a love so thick it wouldn't dissipate, there was also a hint of lingering fear hidden in her eyes.
...
At the breakfast table at eight o'clock, the states of the several people could be described as worlds apart.
Fu Qin was in high spirits, without a trace of fatigue in his eyes; instead, he radiated a surging and vigorous masculine energy.
Xiao Wu wore a light pink dress, her skin as white and translucent as fine mutton-fat jade. Her eyes were filled with the essence of spring, and her almond eyes were watery and vibrant, naturally charming with every glance.
Even with her hair simply tied back, it was hard to hide that breathtaking beauty, though her steps faltered slightly when she stood up, and Fu Qin gave her a subtle supporting hand.
Zhu Zhuqing was still in her purple clothes, which outlined her exquisite figure. Her skin was a cold-toned white, and her features were as sharp as a blade, yet this only served to highlight her peerless beauty. She was like a thorny black rose, cold and glamorous, making people afraid to approach easily.
Ning Rongrong wore a pale yellow gauze dress with her hair in double buns, her cheeks round and full.
Her almond eyes were watery and held a hint of charming naivety, her skin was so delicate it seemed it would break at a touch, and when she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth. She was as sweet as a ripe peach, fully displaying the cute and lovable nature of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's little princess.
In contrast, Tang San's face was as pale as paper, with heavy dark circles hanging under his eyes. He sat there looking somewhat unsteady, clearly having hollowed out his body the night before.
After being shut out by Xiao Wu last night, he thought of the repeated urging from Dai Mubai and the others and eventually went to brothel. He had intended to use alcohol to numb the grievance of being misunderstood, but he hadn't expected that a night of indulgence would end up leaving him in this state.
Seeing the gaze Xiao Wu cast his way, Tang San thought she was worried about him. He forced himself to straighten his back and squeezed out a smile, trying to show his manly spirit.
Little did he know that his pale face and floating steps had already completely exposed him.
A flash of undisguised disdain passed through Xiao Wu's eyes, and she sneered repeatedly in her heart.
Having been reborn, she clearly remembered that Tang San was affectionate and devoted before becoming a god in his past life. But this youth in front of her, who frequented brothels at only a dozen years old—where was there any trace of her husband from her past life?
To think she was actually angry because of his actions last night; thinking back now, she had simply overestimated him.
A man like this, let alone comparing him to Fu Qin, was even inferior to Shrek Academy's Dai Mubai. At the very least, Dai Mubai wouldn't look like a ghost after doing that kind of thing.
At exactly nine o'clock, Flender and Zhao Wuji appeared at the gathering point on time.
Before the Dean could speak, Oscar jumped out impatiently, his face full of wild joy, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the entire academy.
"Dean! I've broken through! I'm now a level thirty Quasi-Spirit Elder! I'm just one spirit ring away from advancing to Spirit Elder!"
Flender's eyes lit up, his already shrewd eyes instantly flashing with brilliance as he slapped his thigh and laughed.
"Good lad! Those laps didn't go to waste! In that case, the itinerary is adjusted! Old Zhao and I will take you all to the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest to hunt for your third spirit ring!"
Everyone cheered, except for Ning Rongrong, who curled her lip and muttered softly, "Walking again, can't we just hire a carriage?"
Despite her words, a hint of anticipation was hidden in her eyes. To her, the Star Dou Great Forest was also a novel place.
Flender acted as if he hadn't heard her complaint and waved his hand. "Let's go!"
As soon as the words fell, everyone prepared to move, but Xiao Wu had just taken a step when she stumbled, her brow instantly furrowing.
She had been worked too hard by Fu Qin last night. At this moment, let alone running, even walking quickly made her legs feel weak.
Her eyes darted around as she looked at Tang San not far away, her voice carrying just the right amount of weakness. "Third Brother, I'm feeling a bit unwell. Could I trouble you to carry me for a while?"
Hearing this, Tang San's eyes instantly lit up!
He was just worrying about not having a chance to explain to Xiao Wu; this was simply a god-sent opportunity to make amends!
He forced himself to stand up and patted his chest. "No problem, Xiao Wu, come on up!"
Fu Qin stood to the side, looking at Tang San's unsteady steps, laughing inwardly.
This girl Xiao Wu had clearly identified that Tang San was weak, and in the end, he would probably be the one who had to carry her.