Na'er Gets Jealous, First Kiss

"Of course not."

"If you have any questions about cultivation, Junior Wu, feel free to ask me."

Ling Luo said softly.

Wu Siduo's talent was there for all to see. If he could win her over, she would certainly become a valuable source of support.

Besides, for him, it was merely a small favor, nothing particularly troublesome.

A flicker of delight passed through Wu Siduo's eyes at his answer.

She took out her Soul Guide Communicator.

"Then, Senior, shall we add each other's contact information?"

"Mm." Ling Luo took the Soul Guide Communicator, tapped it twice, then handed it back to Wu Siduo.

Taking back the Soul Guide Communicator and seeing Ling Luo's name newly added to it, Wu Siduo's red lips curved slightly upward.

Her lips parted as though she wanted to say something else, but another sweet, lively voice interrupted her.

"Ling Luo!"

The silver-haired, breathtakingly beautiful girl jogged over to Ling Luo's side and familiarly wrapped her arms around his.

"Have you finished what the teacher asked you to do?"

Na'er tilted up her little face and asked.

Wu Siduo could sense the intimacy between them, the kind that could only come from spending a long time together.

"Mm." Ling Luo nodded.

At the same time, Na'er noticed Wu Siduo's presence.

Seeing Wu Siduo's exquisite, stunningly beautiful face and her figure inherited from the superior bloodline of the Hell Spirit Cat clan, vigilance rose in Na'er's beautiful eyes.

"Ling Luo, who is this little sister?"

Na'er tightened her hold on Ling Luo's arm.

First Gu Yue, then Ye Xinglan.

Neither of them had pure intentions toward her Ling Luo.

Only Yuanen Yehui, that little employee, genuinely treated him as her boss.

Now another pretty girl had suddenly appeared. Na'er was truly frustrated by Ling Luo's ability to attract romantic trouble.

"Don't overthink it." Ling Luo gave her little head an annoyed slap.

"This is Wu Siduo, a new first-year junior."

"A new first-year junior, and you already added her contact information?!"

Na'er's beautiful eyes widened, and her voice involuntarily rose.

So many seductive vixens in the Inner Court had failed to add him, yet a new first-year junior he had only met today had succeeded?

The vigilance in Na'er's gaze toward Wu Siduo deepened further.

She had even vaguely raised this unfamiliar girl's danger level above that woman Gu Yue!

This method was simply too terrifying!

"..." Ling Luo was speechless.

Years of being together had made him far too familiar with Na'er.

How could he not know that this reaction meant Na'er was making up all sorts of strange things in her head again?

Wu Siduo seemed to realize that Na'er might have misunderstood something. Feeling somewhat guilty, she hurriedly waved her hands in denial.

"Senior, don't misunderstand."

"Senior only agreed to help me resolve some cultivation problems, so we added each other's contact information."

For some reason, Wu Siduo could not help feeling inexplicably guilty in front of Na'er.

"Is that really all...?"

Hearing Wu Siduo's explanation, Na'er relaxed a little.

But her beautiful eyes remained slightly narrowed as she scrutinized the girl before her with suspicion.

Wu Siduo clasped her hands behind her back and lowered her head, seeming somewhat afraid of Na'er's gaze.

"What else would it be?" Ling Luo slapped Na'er's head again, as though she were some judge possessed.

"Stop acting so weird. You're scaring our junior."

"Don't be afraid, Junior. Na'er is just like this sometimes—scatterbrained, but she means no harm."

"We're heading back to the Inner Court first. Contact me directly if you need anything. I'll reply when I have time."

With that, he pulled Na'er, who was still rubbing her head with her red lips pouting, toward the Inner Court.

Watching their retreating figures, Wu Siduo's eyes revealed a trace of envy.

Na'er...

She remembered where she had heard that name before.

She was the genius ranked third on the Young Genius Ranking.

Wu Siduo had heard some rumors about the two of them.

Childhood sweethearts, innocent companions growing up together.

It seemed they were all true.

Though her heart felt a little bitter, Wu Siduo had to admit that the two of them truly looked made for each other standing together.

Clutching the Soul Guide Communicator in her hand, Wu Siduo turned and left.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Na'er, whom Ling Luo had pulled away, suddenly tugged hard on him.

"Little ancestor, what is it now?"

Ling Luo stopped and looked helplessly at the charming girl before him.

Na'er looked into his eyes and asked solemnly,

"Was it really just that?"

"What else would it be?"

"You really don't have any other thoughts about that girl? After all, that girl..."

Na'er trailed off. She lowered her head to look at her toes, and a hint of inferiority crept into her voice.

When it came to looks, Na'er was absolutely confident she surpassed Wu Siduo.

As for her figure, Na'er was also above average among girls her age, certainly not lacking.

But compared to Wu Siduo, who possessed part of the Hell Spirit Cat bloodline, she seemed somewhat inadequate.

She had heard the senior girls in the Inner Court say that men liked the kind with ample bosoms.

Guiding cultivation.

She had never seen Ling Luo give anyone else his contact information to guide their cultivation.

The Na'er of the past might not have reacted this way.

But three more years of a relationship that had seen almost no progress had also made Na'er begin to doubt herself.

Naturally, Na'er was happy to see Gu Yue fail.

But beyond that, it had given Na'er another thought.

Gu Yue's appearance was sixty percent similar to hers.

Yet Ling Luo had never shown that kind of feeling toward her either.

Did that mean Ling Luo's ideal type was not someone like her?

Because this suspicion had grown wildly and uncontrollably in her heart, Na'er cared so much about Wu Siduo, who was completely different from her type.

"Do you prefer girls like her...?"

Na'er's voice abruptly stopped.

The pupils in her beautiful eyes, bright as the moon, suddenly widened.

Under Na'er's disbelieving gaze, Ling Luo reached out and gently cupped her little face.

That handsome face that made hearts race and cheeks flush enlarged in her vision.

His thin lips, like cicada wings, gently pressed against Na'er's cherry-red lips.

At that soft touch, Na'er felt as though the entire world had frozen.

Everything between heaven and earth stopped moving, leaving only her heart's pounding beats, loud as a drum.

Na'er's eyes squeezed shut from shyness and nervousness.

Her delicate body tensed.

Her snow-white little face had long since been dyed red.

That novel experience she had never known before, one that had existed only in her fantasies, left Na'er shy yet captivated.

Her little hands tightly clutched the corner of Ling Luo's clothes.

She responded clumsily, as only a beginner could.

There was no technique, only emotion.