Hall Master Hongchen Invites You

One bed—how were they supposed to sleep?

"Ye Chen, you... what are you trying to do? That wouldn't be appropriate..." Wang Dong'er whispered. By the end, if not for Ye Chen's abnormal Spiritual Power, he would have struggled to hear her clearly.

The little girl was quietly overthinking things.

To be honest, she was already fifteen, while Ye Chen was still two months away from turning fifteen.

On the continent, ordinary people who could not become Soul Masters could already start families at that age. Wang Dong'er asked herself inwardly: if Ye Chen wanted to, she actually... wasn't all that opposed to it.

What if he wants to sleep with me? Should I agree, or should I play hard to get? Wang Dong'er's little face flushed red, as though she could already see what was about to happen.

"What has that little head of yours been thinking about all day? You sleep on the bed. I'm not sleeping tonight—I still need to study Soul Tools."

Ye Chen's sudden words were like a basin of cold water dumped over her burning heart, instantly snapping the little girl back to her senses.

"You! Ye Chen!" Wang Dong'er glared at him indignantly, then turned away so he could not see her expression.

"Wang Dong'er, what were you thinking? How embarrassing..." Wang Dong'er muttered softly, not knowing why she was so angry.

Yet in truth, upon hearing Ye Chen's words, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment. She quickly forced that terrifying thought from her mind.

Fortunately, Yue had left early. Otherwise, who knew what she would have thought upon seeing this scene?

It was not as if Ye Chen had no such thoughts. He was not some blockhead—how could he have failed to notice the ambiguity in his own words?

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