Wang Dong'er's Curiosity

"Huo Yuhao, my name is Wang Qiuer. You'd better remember it!"

Wang Qiuer's red lips were slightly swollen, and her face flushed as she ran away, needing to calm down.

After watching Wang Qiuer leave, Huo Yuhao licked the lingering fragrance from his lips. It seemed his academy life wouldn't be boring from now on.

"Don't just stand there. They've already left. Let's go too, Wang Dong. Back to the dorms!"

Wang Dong was clearly still immersed in the kiss between Huo Yuhao and Wang Qiuer. The impact on him, who had been single his entire life, was too great.

Especially Wang Qiuer and Huo Yuhao. This was probably their first meeting, right?

Wang Dong felt too embarrassed. To the point that even when Huo Yuhao wanted to walk over and pat him, Wang Dong didn't react.

"Hey, we're going back to the dorms. Are you planning to stand here forever?"

"Oh..." Huo Yuhao called out at close range, and Wang Dong finally snapped back to reality.

The two walked into the dormitory building, one after the other.

After they left, Mu En's cloudy, aged eyes opened. "Young people these days, they have no sense of occasion."

Through Huo Yuhao and Wang Qiuer's interaction, Mu En recalled his youth.

He remembered how dashing he was back then, attracting those dignified and beautiful women to approach him...

It was a beautiful memory, and Mu En sighed with emotion.

Huo Yuhao and Wang Dong returned to the dorm. The moment the door closed.

Wang Dong eagerly leaned in front of Huo Yuhao. "Huo Yuhao, do you know that Wang Qiuer before?"

Huo Yuhao's eyes darted around. "You could say that. I've met her once!"

Wang Dong's expression was strange. "Met once? Are you kidding me?"

"How could two people who have only met once... " Wang Dong couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. He still had some dignity.

Huo Yuhao's expression remained unchanged, but he patted Wang Dong's shoulder earnestly.

"Wang Dong, you're still young. When you grow up, you'll understand. What we have is called love!"

"Love?" Wang Dong was full of doubt. "What kind of decent person would do that after meeting twice..."

Wang Dong was still too embarrassed to say it. "Besides, you're about my age. Why should you say my understanding of love is inferior to yours!"

"Anything is possible!" Huo Yuhao smiled mysteriously. "For example, someone who is clearly a woman insists on disguising herself as a man and sneaking into a male dorm."

"When people like that exist in the world, what's so strange about the interaction I had with Qiuer just now?"

"Don't you think so, Wang Dong!"

Sweat beaded on Wang Dong's forehead. "You... How did you know? My family's ancestral disguise technique is flawless. How did you see through it?"

Huo Yuhao propped his chin with his hand. "You just confessed yourself! My male-disguised roommate."

Wang Dong's face flushed with shame and anger. "You... You're bluffing!"

Huo Yuhao shook his head. "I'm not bluffing. I did say I saw a description of the Goddess of Light Butterfly Martial Soul in an ancient book."

"The last sentence of that book solemnly stated that the Goddess of Light Butterfly is an ultimate beautiful Martial Soul that only females can awaken."

"So, from the beginning, your identity was exposed by yourself. You can't blame me."

Hearing Huo Yuhao's explanation, Wang Dong, who thought her disguise was perfect, suddenly felt like a clown.

One Martial Soul was enough to reveal everything about her. What was the point of her disguise?

"Alright, don't be sad. I know you must feel like a clown right now." Huo Yuhao added fuel to the fire.

"But it's okay, your actions still have meaning."

Wang Dong's expression was confused. "What meaning?"

Huo Yuhao smiled brightly. "You got to meet a handsome and dashing roommate like me!"

"Go to hell!" Wang Dong realized Huo Yuhao was teasing him. Feeling depressed, Wang Dong unhesitatingly threw a punch.

Huo Yuhao caught Wang Dong's fist. "You don't seem to be in a good mood!"

Wang Dong gritted his teeth. "It's none of your business!"

Huo Yuhao released Wang Dong's hand. "Yes, yes, yes, it's none of my business."

"Then let's continue our previous topic. Weren't you questioning whether what I have with Wang Qiuer is love?"

"I have a Teacher who said practice is more important than anything. How will you know if it's not unless you experience it yourself?"

Wang Dong's face turned completely red. "Go to hell! I won't fall for your trick and let you take advantage of me."

Huo Yuhao persuaded, "This isn't taking advantage. This is all for the sake of truth!"

"Besides, how do you know my heart isn't beating for you?"

Huo Yuhao grabbed Wang Dong's hand and placed it on his chest.

Wang Dong was caught off guard by Huo Yuhao's actions. "You... You..."

"Did you feel it? It's beating for you!" Huo Yuhao leaned closer to Wang Dong, gently lifting her chin.

"You... wait a moment, this feels so strange. Can you wait for me... to take a shower first?"

"Of course, no problem."

Opening the door, Huo Yuhao walked out into the dormitory hallway. He stood there for about two hours.

"You... you can come in now!"

A shy, charming female voice came from within. A smile flickered across Huo Yuhao's lips as he opened the door behind him, full of anticipation.

Pushing the door open, Huo Yuhao's eyes fell upon a young woman wearing a white dress, her skin as translucent as snow.

She had large, pink-blue eyes and straight, pink-blue hair. Her figure was graceful, her appearance pure and captivating, and she stood there shyly.

Water droplets, remnants of her recent bath, still clung to the girl's skin and long, flowing hair, adding a touch of liveliness and vitality.

Huo Yuhao approached the young woman. "Then let's formally get acquainted!"

"Hello, beautiful lady. My name is Huo Yuhao. May I ask your name?"

"Wang Dong'er!" After saying this, Wang Dong'er shyly lowered her head again.

Oh dear, Wang Dong'er, how could you be so irrational? To reveal your true self like this to this guy who doesn't look like a good person at all.

Huo Yuhao admired Wang Dong'er's beauty. He couldn't help but think, If only one day I could have Qiu'er and Dong'er...

Cough, cough, got carried away. For now, I should harvest the fruit right in front of me.

Huo Yuhao's large palm gently caressed Wang Dong'er's delicate, melon-seed-shaped face.

Wang Dong'er didn't resist, merely saying indifferently, "It tickles."

Huo Yuhao's other hand also gently rested on Wang Dong'er's slender waist, which was as delicate as jade.

Lightly touching Wang Dong'er's tender, rosy lips, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but kiss her.

Guided by Huo Yuhao, Wang Dong'er's arms, as fair and flawless as tender lotus roots, tightly embraced Huo Yuhao's strong and powerful waist.

Their kiss was long. When Wang Dong'er finally came to her senses, her beautiful eyes were filled with a misty haze.

Huo Yuhao then picked Wang Dong'er up in a princess carry.

Gently placing Wang Dong'er onto his bed, Huo Yuhao removed the blue slippers from her delicate and beautiful small feet.

Afterward, Huo Yuhao looked down at Wang Dong'er from above, their lips touching.