An Eighteen-Year-Old Body Has Ideas of Its Own

The receptionist seemed quite familiar with this kind of business, and the implication in her words was obvious.

Zhu Zhuqing was instantly at a loss for words. It felt as though something had lodged in her throat; her cheeks burned, yet she could not force out a single word for a long while.

Jiang Yunzhou reached out and, with complete naturalness, wrapped an arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist, drawing her a little closer to himself.

Then he flashed the receptionist a brilliant smile. "Of course! Look at my girlfriend."

"She was injured and needs to recuperate here for a few days. Please get us a room quickly."

Zhu Zhuqing's entire body stiffened at his sudden intimate gesture.

Before this, she had never been in such close contact with a man.

How many times had this been today?

Should she slap this hand away?

But the warmth against her waist...

To her surprise, she realized that she did not feel the rejection she had expected?

What was wrong with her?

She did not think she was some shallow person obsessed with looks, but at this moment, that belief seemed to be showing faint signs of wavering.

If Jiang Yunzhou knew what she was thinking, he would probably have attributed it to the hidden bonus from the system's ninety-nine points of charm.

He might even smugly say, "This damned charm of mine, with nowhere to go..."

In the past, it was as if the system had set him up, making him so marginal that he had been practically invisible.

There was no way he could have made someone take a liking to him so easily.

But with those ninety-nine points of charm, his presence had been raised to the maximum.

Just as her thoughts were in disarray, Jiang Yunzhou's hand around her waist gave a subtle, gentle squeeze.

"Ah~~"

"What are you spacing out for?"

He leaned close to her ear and urged in a low voice, "Hurry up and pay..."

In the brief moment she had been distracted, the receptionist had already efficiently completed the paperwork and handed over a room key with a smile.

"Dear guests, that will be three gold coins for three days. Thank you for your patronage!"

Zhu Zhuqing felt as though her heart was bleeding... Three gold coins for three days?

This was outright robbery!

But the room key was already held out before her, so she clearly had no choice but to pay.

Gritting her teeth, she shot Jiang Yunzhou a furious glare.

She had never seen such a stingy man!

He had pinched her waist just now, hadn't he?

She hated this kind of boundaryless contact!

Were they even that close? Was her waist something he could casually hold? And he wanted to take her as a disciple—he clearly had ulterior motives.

After handing over three gold coins and taking the room key, Zhu Zhuqing was so angry that she could not help viciously pinching Jiang Yunzhou's waist.

"Hiss... That hurts!" Jiang Yunzhou sucked in a sharp breath.

"Don't make trouble. Once we're back in the room, you can toss me around however you like." He rubbed his waist and grinned cheekily.

Zhu Zhuqing was furious enough to ache. She slapped away the hand he had opportunistically reached toward her again.

She hurried toward the room, wanting only to get farther away from this improper fellow.

Covered in blood and grime, she felt sticky and uncomfortable. All she wanted was to take a hot bath immediately and change out of these filthy clothes.

The two entered the room one after the other.

Zhu Zhuqing no longer cared about any distinction between men and women. The moment she entered, she headed straight for the bathroom.

"Oh? Are you that desperate to pee? In such a hurry?"

Leaning against the doorframe, Jiang Yunzhou deliberately dragged out his words to tease her.

Her answer was a frosty glare that could practically freeze him solid.

Zhu Zhuqing had always been cool and aloof, yet this man had provoked her to the point where her heart was in turmoil and her chest felt tight.

Her full breasts rose and fell noticeably. She was clearly furious.

She hated people with no sense of boundaries.

Bang!

The bathroom door slammed shut, making the frame tremble as it vented her displeasure.

Jiang Yunzhou shrugged, wiped the wicked grin from his face, and casually walked over to the large bed.

With a flying leap, he threw himself onto it and contentedly rolled around in the soft bedding.

"Comfortable," he sighed in satisfaction.

His gaze wandered casually around the room before finally becoming firmly drawn to the frosted crystal wall of the bathroom.

This was a couples' hotel, after all. A little atmosphere was standard.

Behind the translucent crystal glass, a graceful figure was vaguely undressing, her curves appearing and disappearing from view.

Jiang Yunzhou stared so hard his eyes nearly went straight, feeling somewhat out of control.

This was his second life, and he had watched countless films. By rights, he should have had at least this much self-control.

But the problem was that this was an eighteen-year-old body. It seemed to have ideas of its own!

With difficulty, he shifted his gaze away and stopped tormenting himself.

He forced himself to calm down and began studying the pile of martial arts manuals the system had rewarded him with, using them to distract himself.

By then, Zhu Zhuqing had already removed all her clothes in the bathroom.

She did not enter the bathtub immediately. Instead, she stood before the mirror and carefully examined her body.

She had long felt that all her injuries seemed to have healed, and now she wanted to confirm it.

"My injuries really healed completely? Not even a single scar was left behind?"

The skin in the mirror was as smooth and flawless as before, without a single wound.

She remembered clearly that she had suffered no fewer than dozens of injuries, large and small. Yet now, they had vanished without a trace.

"That guy's healing methods really are astonishing."

Thinking of how Jiang Yunzhou had silently killed a Soul Ancestor with a mere wave of his hand, doubts rose in her heart again.

"But if he's a healing Soul Master, where did those icy killing methods come from?"

This man who had suddenly appeared by her side had quietly stirred a desire in her heart to learn more about him.

"Mm, perhaps I can ask him about it after I finish bathing."

As warm water enveloped her body, Zhu Zhuqing slowly sank into the bathtub and could not help letting out a satisfied sigh.

She could no longer remember how long it had been since she had taken such a comfortable bath.

The warm water soothed her fatigue and sent her thoughts drifting.

Everything that had happened since meeting Jiang Yunzhou replayed in her mind without her control.

Why had he suddenly appeared there and saved her?

How could he possess such formidable strength at such a young age?

Why had she followed his words all the way here as if under some spell?

And how had she ended up sharing a room with this man in such a muddled state?

Did he truly want to take her as his disciple, or did he have other motives?

Zhu Zhuqing knew very well the trouble her appearance brought. Whenever she appeared in public, she always attracted plenty of ill-intentioned gazes.

No matter how much she thought about it, she could not make sense of it.

"Forget it. I'll treat it as repaying his life-saving grace."

She silently made her decision.

She wondered whether she should find an excuse to leave after her bath.

After all, she and Jiang Yunzhou could hardly be called familiar. What kind of situation was it for a lone man and woman to share a room?

She faintly worried that things might turn into dry wood meeting fierce fire.

Meanwhile, Jiang Yunzhou, already lying on the bed, had no idea what Zhu Zhuqing was thinking.

He was communicating with the system in his mind.

He directly voiced the doubt in his heart:

"System, what counts as successfully taking on a disciple?"