Wang Dong

After taking a nice shower, Huo Yuhao emerged from the bathroom bare-chested and wearing only a pair of loose shorts, only to see a pinkish-blue-haired youth in the dormitory sorting through his luggage.

Huo Yuhao froze. This was Wang Dong, right?

He hadn't expected his roommate to still be Wang Dong, just like in the Original Work. He just didn't know whether this was fate or an arrangement by Great God King Tang.

He didn't really dislike Wang Dong. Other than having a bit of a young miss's temper at the beginning in the Original Work, she had no major faults. In the end, she dared to love and hate, and she could even sacrifice her life for Huo Yuhao. It was just a pity that she had such a scumbag father. In order to control Huo Yuhao, he had forcibly fused the two divine cards, Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, into one useless card: Tang Wutong.

When Huo Yuhao had read that part of the novel, it had truly opened his eyes. In other novels, authors couldn't wait to split one popular character into several people to use. How had things become so twisted here that popular characters were treated as materials to fuse into a useless card? Tang Wutong, wearing the skins of Wang Dong'er and Wang Qiu'er, was neither like Wang Dong'er nor Wang Qiu'er. She was simply a bizarre mishmash, disgusting Huo Yuhao to the point of nausea.

As for how he should deal with Wang Dong'er?

Huo Yuhao decided to wait and see first. He was definitely going to kill her scumbag father, Tang San. As for what to do about Wang Dong'er?

Huo Yuhao felt that although Wang Dong'er would lose her father, she could gain him instead. He could absolutely take responsibility for looking after her and become her good father.

Huo Yuhao decided that someday, he had to put on a fine show for Tang San: Tang San's brilliant scheme brought peace to the world, only for him to lose both his wife and daughter. He hoped the little bastard wouldn't be angered to death when the time came.

Having figured out how to treat Wang Dong'er, Huo Yuhao pushed open the partition door and entered the dormitory, greeting Wang Dong.

"You must be my roommate, right? My name is Huo Yuhao. Please take care of me from now on."

"My name is Wang Dong. Why didn't you knock before coming in—" Sensing someone enter the dormitory, Wang Dong snorted coldly and accused him without turning around. After hanging the clothes in her hand inside the wardrobe, she turned around and saw the bare-chested Huo Yuhao.

"Ah—" Wang Dong's cry was somewhat shrill. A rosy flush visibly crept up from her long, jade-white Swan Neck to her cheeks, soon spreading across her entire face. It was impossible to tell whether she was embarrassed or angry.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!" Wang Dong shouted, her face red.

Huo Yuhao's mouth twitched. "Don't slander me. Aren't I wearing clothes? I'm not perverted enough to wave my junk around in front of other people."

"You, you!" This time, Wang Dong was so angry that mist even rose in her eyes. "How can you be so vulgar? Bastard, hooligan, pervert!"

"How am I a bastard, a hooligan, or a pervert? I'm a grown man who just finished showering and is bare-chested in a boys' dormitory. That's perfectly normal. What kind of spoiled young master are you? If you can't stand it, you can switch dorms and live in a single room!" Huo Yuhao had no intention of indulging Wang Dong. Having just left the comfort of home, Wang Dong, with her princess syndrome, needed a harsh lesson from society. One good beating would straighten her out.

"This is my dormitory. If anyone should switch, it's you! Why should I be the one to leave?!" Wang Dong had been pampered since childhood. Others had always bent to her will; when had she ever needed to accommodate anyone else?

Huo Yuhao pointed at the spotless dormitory. "Because I got here before you. I cleaned the entire dormitory, so it's my dormitory! Even if you pile your luggage on the bed, it's still my dormitory!"

"You!" Wang Dong couldn't argue with Huo Yuhao, and her anger surged. She still decided to talk rather than fight, intending to first verbally beat the bastard in front of her into submission.

As long as he listened to her from now on, then considering how clean he had made the dormitory, it wasn't as though she couldn't let him share the room with her.

She wasn't an unreasonable person either!

Wang Dong was certain of it.

"Bastard, I challenge you to a duel. Do you dare come outside with me?" Wang Dong raised her head and spoke viciously.

"A duel?" Huo Yuhao looked at Wang Dong's raised Beautiful Head. Her slender jade-like neck made her seem proud and overbearing, like a great white goose in battle.

Huo Yuhao said with a smile, "I can duel you, but why should I? The dormitory was mine to begin with."

Wang Dong felt somewhat uncomfortable under Huo Yuhao's ill-intentioned gaze, but she would not be timid. As long as Huo Yuhao agreed to duel, she believed she could win!

Wang Dong snorted coldly. "The dormitory belongs to both of us, not you alone! Duel me. If I win, you follow my rules. If you win, I'll listen to you!"

"Your word is your bond? You'll do whatever I tell you to?" Huo Yuhao sized Wang Dong up and down meaningfully. Her neat pinkish-blue short hair, her large eyes that were also pinkish-blue, and her handsome features made her the most beautiful person he had ever seen. Her long, snow-white Swan Neck seemed to glow. If she wore a black collar around it, she would surely possess a different kind of allure. There was not a hint of curve anywhere on her body. He wondered whether she would still be so approachable after returning to women's clothing. Her Jade Legs, concealed beneath her loose casual clothes, could not hide how long and straight they were. They must have been inherited from her mother, Xiao Wu.

"Hooligan! Pervert!" Wang Dong felt uncomfortable all over beneath Huo Yuhao's brazen stare. "Keep looking at me like that, and I'll gouge your eyes out."

She lifted her chin slightly, signaling Huo Yuhao to follow her outside. "Come outside and fight me. I, Wang Dong, keep my word."

"Fine. I, Huo Yuhao, admire straightforward people like you. I only hope you won't go back on your word after you lose!" Huo Yuhao flashed an incomparably brilliant smile, looking at Wang Dong as though she were a complete fool.

"We don't need to go outside. We can compete right here in the dormitory. I'll stand here without using my Martial Soul. If you can hold my hand for thirty seconds without falling down, you win. How about it?"

Wang Dong's beautiful pinkish-blue eyes were filled with disdain and contempt as she sneered. "Thirty seconds? Without using your Martial Soul? Are you sure it's not you who has to stay standing for thirty seconds, but me? Fine, I'd like to see how you plan to make me fall within thirty seconds. When you lose, I hope you'll obey my rules. Otherwise, I won't be polite."

Huo Yuhao merely smiled without speaking. He extended his right hand and waited for Wang Dong to make her move.

Wang Dong couldn't stand Huo Yuhao's expression, as though he were looking at an idiot. She fiercely swung up her right hand and slapped it toward Huo Yuhao's palm, intending to give him a warning. The instant they made contact, she tightly gripped Huo Yuhao's hand to prevent him from breaking free. Just as she was about to exert force and give Huo Yuhao a vicious squeeze, an indescribable sensation suddenly surged through her heart. No matter what she did, she could no longer muster any strength. Her entire body felt incomparably limp, as though a current of heat were running wild inside her. There was also that strange sensation piercing straight into her soul, dismantling her will.

"You—" Wang Dong was about to demand what demonic trick Huo Yuhao had used, but the moment she spoke, she realized in shock that her female voice had returned and hurriedly shut her mouth. Her voice was so sweet and seductive that she could hardly believe she could make such a sound.

Ten seconds passed. Wang Dong felt her consciousness beginning to blur, and her legs had gone weak to the point that she was about to collapse. No! How could I lose? She bit her tongue, and the pain cleared her mind slightly. Using the last of her strength, she tightly clutched Huo Yuhao's palm with her right hand. This sole support kept her from falling.

At twenty seconds, the unconscious Wang Dong slowly leaned into Huo Yuhao's arms.

At twenty-five seconds, in order to win, Huo Yuhao carried Wang Dong to the balcony and laid her on the ground.

As for why he did not lay her on the dormitory floor, the floor was currently covered in water. The balcony was the better choice.

Huo Yuhao sighed. She truly was the daughter of the innately evil Tang San. She had him completely in her grasp. With so much water around, he had to clean the dormitory several times in a single day.

Thirty seconds passed, and Huo Yuhao forcibly pried open Wang Dong's right hand, which was tightly clutching him. If he let her continue making contact with him, he was afraid Wang Dong would dehydrate to death. Thirty seconds was just right, enough to complete the Solidification Task of coming into contact with a Soul Grandmaster.

Huo Yuhao gently carried the unconscious Wang Dong onto her bed. He carefully examined the maiden's flushed face with his spiritual power and found that she had merely fainted from overexcitement and was otherwise fine. Only then did he gently wipe away the tears at the corners of her eyes, pick up his bathing supplies, and head for the bathroom.

He wanted to take another shower first. His legs were wet too, all from Wang Dong rubbing against them. What on earth was Wang Dong made of?

A timid question: is anyone reading this? Writing with no feedback at all really kills my motivation.