Hall Master Hongchen Requests Your Presence

One bed—how were they supposed to sleep?

"Ye Chen, what... what are you trying to do? Isn't that inappropriate..." Wang Dong'er whispered. By the end, if not for Ye Chen's absurd Spiritual Power, he would have struggled to hear her clearly.

The little girl was secretly fretting to herself.

Honestly, she was already fifteen, and Ye Chen was still two months away from turning fifteen.

On the continent, ordinary people who could not become soul masters could already start a family at their age. Wang Dong'er asked herself: 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 play hard to get? Wang Dong'er's little face flushed red, as if she could already see the scene about to unfold.

"What nonsense is going through that little head of yours all day? You sleep in 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 poured over her burning heart, instantly bringing 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.

"What are you thinking, Wang Dong'er? This is so embarrassing..." Wang Dong'er muttered softly. She did not even know why she was so angry.

But in truth, when she heard Ye Chen's words, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment. Still, she quickly forced herself to dismiss that terrifying thought.

Luckily, 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 truly dense; how could he have failed to notice the ambiguity in his