Night had fallen.
In a luxurious room specially prepared for Zhu Zhuqing in a side hall of Spirit Hall, bright Night Pearls illuminated the space.
Everything in the room had been furnished to the highest standards.
There was a soft carpet, exquisite furniture, and a Princess Bed ten times larger than the one she had slept in before.
Yet Zhu Zhuqing could not fall asleep at all.
Hugging her knees, she sat on the bed and stared at the pitch-black night beyond the window, her small body trembling uncontrollably.
She was afraid.
Not of anything in particular—just of the dark, and of being alone.
Back at the Zhu Family, although her living conditions had been shabby, at least there had been insects chirping in the courtyard, making her feel less lonely.
But this place was too quiet, so quiet that it made her panic.
She thought of the boy who had brought her here.
She thought of his warm hand and the pleasant scent of sunshine around him.
If... if she could stay by his side, would she not be so afraid?
Once that thought emerged, she could no longer suppress it.
Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, her little heart caught in an intense internal struggle.
No, he had already helped me so much. How could I go bother him again?
But... I'm really scared.
I'll... I'll just take a look. I'll come back after one look.
In the end, her fear of the dark overcame her reservations.
Zhu Zhuqing quietly lifted the covers, put on her slippers, opened the door, and slipped out as nimbly as a little cat.
Qian Mo's room was next door. She remembered the way.
The corridor was quiet, with only the Footsteps of patrolling guards occasionally passing by.
Zhu Zhuqing pressed herself against the wall and jogged all the way there, soon arriving outside Qian Mo's door.
She raised her small hand, wanting to knock, but she did not dare.
What if he was already asleep?
What if he got angry?
She hesitated for a long time before finally withdrawing her hand.
Just as she was about to give up and turn back, the door creaked open from within.
Qian Mo, dressed in a white nightgown, looked at her with sleepy eyes.
"Why aren't you asleep in the middle of the night? What are you doing here?"
He had sensed the movement outside the door long ago.
With his current mental power, not even the slightest disturbance in the rear halls of the Papal Palace could escape him.
Zhu Zhuqing jumped in fright, and her little face instantly turned pale.
"I... I..." She was too nervous to speak.
Qian Mo yawned. Seeing that she looked like she was about to cry, he sighed.
"Afraid of the dark?"
Zhu Zhuqing froze for a moment, then nodded slightly.
"Come in." Qian Mo stepped aside and let her enter.
Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head and shuffled in with small steps, like a child who had done something wrong.
Qian Mo's room was even bigger than hers, and it felt much more... lived-in.
A few books had been tossed carelessly on the floor, and half-eaten snacks sat on the table.
It did not look like the room of a Divine Son at all. Instead, it resembled the bedroom of an ordinary boy next door.
That helped Zhu Zhuqing relax a little.
Qian Mo closed the door and pointed at his enormous bed.
"Come up. Sleep with me tonight."
"Huh?" Zhu Zhuqing abruptly raised her head, her little face flushing red. "N-No, we can't!"
Though she was young, she knew that boys and girls were not supposed to sleep together.
"What's wrong with that?" Qian Mo gave her a strange look. "I'm only six, and so are you. What could happen? Hurry up, I'm exhausted."
As he spoke, he climbed onto the bed by himself and burrowed under the covers, leaving only his fluffy head exposed.
"Hurry up. If you keep dawdling, I'll throw you out."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at him, then at the room's only bed. In the end, she could not resist the temptation of the warm covers and the sense of safety they offered.
She carefully took off her slippers, climbed onto the other side of the bed, and lay down stiffly, keeping a vast distance from Qian Mo.
Qian Mo rolled over and found her tense posture rather amusing.
He reached out, pulled her over directly, and made her lie beside him.
"Why are you so far away? Afraid I'll eat you?"
Zhu Zhuqing's body instantly went stiff as a board.
She could clearly feel waves of warmth coming from beside her, along with his steady heartbeat.
That familiar, sunshine-like scent enveloped her whole body.
All her fear and unease from before miraculously disappeared at that moment.
Her eyelids began to droop as a heavy wave of sleepiness washed over her.
"Go to sleep, little kitty." Qian Mo's voice sounded beside her ear.
Zhu Zhuqing murmured, "Mm," then completely lost consciousness and drifted into a sweet dream.
It was the most peaceful and secure sleep she had ever had since she could remember.
Qian Mo looked at the little kitty already fast asleep beside him and smiled helplessly.
Keeping a pet really was troublesome.
He closed his eyes as well and soon fell asleep.
After both of them entered a deep sleep, neither of them noticed.
The aura of human-shaped Auspicious Qi around Qian Mo began to flow slowly and actively toward Zhu Zhuqing's body.
That pure Auspicious Qi was like the gentlest stream, nourishing her body, which had suffered from long-term malnutrition, repairing the hidden dangers caused by her Martial Soul Mutation, and silently transforming her constitution.
Even more wonderfully, a small portion of the Soul Power in Qian Mo's body, which passively increased because "breathing made him stronger," was gradually injected into Zhu Zhuqing's body through this strange resonance of auras.
It was a state almost like "Soul Power Sharing."
Of course, the two people involved, sleeping like little Pigs, knew nothing about any of this.
The next day.
When the first ray of sunlight shone through the window, Zhu Zhuqing slowly woke up.
She opened her eyes, still somewhat dazed, then discovered that she was actually resting on Qian Mo's arm, her whole body nearly curled up in his embrace.
Her face exploded with heat.
She hurriedly scrambled out of bed and stood on the floor, lowering her head and not daring to look at the still-sleeping Qian Mo.
Calm down, calm down, Zhu Zhuqing!
You were just too scared, that's all!
Just as her thoughts ran wild, she suddenly felt that something was off inside her body.
A warm sensation flowed through her Limbs and bones.
Subconsciously, she circulated her weak Soul Power.
Then she was stunned.
She... she had only condensed her first strand of Soul Power last night, barely qualifying as a First-Level Soul Warrior.
But now, the Soul Power in her body had actually... actually reached the bottleneck of Level Ten!
As long as she obtained a soul ring, she could become a true Spirit Master!
How could this be?!
She had clearly done nothing last night. She had only slept!
Could it be...
Zhu Zhuqing suddenly raised her head and looked at Qian Mo, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.
Could it be because of him?
Just by sleeping beside him once, her Soul Power had soared from Level One to Level Ten?
What... what kind of God-like cultivation method was this?
Zhu Zhuqing's Worldview was shattered once again.
As she looked at Qian Mo's sleeping face, her gaze became incomparably complicated.
Admiration, gratitude, curiosity, and a trace of... dependence that even she could not explain.
Just who was this boy?
He was like a bottomless abyss. Just when you thought you had seen all of him, you would discover that it was only the tip of the iceberg.
Just as Zhu Zhuqing was spacing out, an urgent female voice with a crying tone suddenly rang out from outside the hall, accompanied by a chaotic commotion.
"Xiao Mo! My Xiao Mo! Big Sister is back!!"
"Move! All of you, move aside! Whoever dares stop me, I'll brick him into the wall!"
Immediately afterward, a loud bang rang out, and Qian Mo's poor door was kicked open from the outside once again.
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