Good Brother, Touch My Leg

Cute girls are soft.

As someone who experienced it firsthand, An Zhen was highly qualified to say this.

Xiao Yutong's snow-white skin was soft and yielding. Pressing it felt more comfortable than the softest fabric, and because Huo Yutong had low aptitude in the past, she had put in more effort than others, exercising frequently, resulting in her leg muscles being quite elastic.

Being massaged by her was a pure enjoyment.

As for Wang Dong'er.

The peerlessly beautiful girl was a standard beauty.

Every curve was a manifestation of youth and beauty intertwined. Her two snow-white legs were like exquisite works of art, ones you'd fear dropping if held in your palm, or melting if held in your mouth.

"Brother An Zhen, do you know why Yutong is wearing male attire to school?" The little cutie lying in An Zhen's arms had changed her address for him as he requested. Her cute cheeks were flushed, and her white-socked feet, having changed into new gear, were being tickled.

"Generally, there are three reasons for this. First, a young lady's curiosity. Second, because a male identity is more suitable for certain actions. Third, to avoid some people, thus disguising oneself. Besides changing one's species, changing one's gender is naturally the best disguise."

"Mhm."

The girl tilted her small head up, her eyes filled with an affection that almost overflowed.

She wanted to tell him her secret.

"Actually, my enemy..."

It was similar to what An Zhen remembered.

That poisonous woman, Duchess White Tiger.

Afraid of being discovered, the cautious Loli had been disguised as a boy ever since leaving the Duke's mansion.

"Cry if you want to cry, Yutong. You still have me. I am your family."

"Brother An Zhen..."

After comforting the little girl in his arms for a while, when Huo Yutong's emotions stabilized.

"You didn't tell Beibei and the others?"

"No," the Loli gently shook her head. She had said she had an unspeakable difficulty.

"I see."

With a change of thought, the white socks on her small feet disappeared, replaced by a pair of white, skin-toned pantyhose that wrapped around Huo Yutong's slender legs. A finger traced a beautiful curve from her heel, moving towards her slender calf.

"Being careful with your disguise is good, but it's quite safe within Shrek Academy."

If it were according to the original plot.

Dai Huabin and his mother had treated them, mother and daughter, as ants. They constantly bullied them when they had the chance, building their own happiness on their suffering. When they escaped like ants, they wouldn't even search for them because they themselves didn't care about Huo Yutong. In the original work, even when Huo Yuhao crushed Dai Huabin, he didn't recognize that the person stepping on him was the ant he had casually crushed before.

Moreover, when Dai Huabin, in his enraged idiocy, wanted to intercept Huo Yuhao, the assassins only made their move outside the academy.

"Alright, let's start today's cultivation."

"Mhm."

Huo Yutong was very curious. Wang Dong had said that the Xuan Water Pill could increase innate soul power by one level, so was her current cultivation speed becoming even faster?

An Zhen's finger reluctantly left that soft skin.

After all, there was a guest, and they had to be hosted properly.

The young man and woman sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate.

The next moment, an invisible barrier enveloped the two of them. A figure appeared beside Wang Dong'er, who looked like a sleeping beauty.

The figure was naturally An Zhen.

And the one cultivating with Huo Yutong was also An Zhen.

It was like a clone.

However, there was only one consciousness.

If An Zhen could use Tuo Yin to replicate multiple Ma Xiaotaos, he could naturally replicate multiple selves.

And this clone had only one mission: to cultivate.

Then, later, he would use his First Soul Skill, Reflection, to transfer the cultivation from this body to his main body.

Cultivation was not such an inconvenient thing.

Her long eyelashes fluttered, and a lively expression appeared on her originally calm and gentle face. A pair of dreamy eyes slowly opened. The peerlessly beautiful girl looked dazed.

"This is... An Zhen's dormitory?"

Seeing the same scene as when she woke up this morning, the girl paused, then instantly jumped up with excitement.

How did she get here?

Originally, she saw Huo Yutong start meditating, so she also started cultivating.

But now...

The girl's beautiful eyes saw the person beside her.

"An Zhen!"

"Yaa!"

Her two slender, white-stockinged feet instinctively retreated, and she stumbled, her hip, encased in a dress, falling directly onto the bed. Wang Dong only then noticed that the clothes she was wearing were different from before. It was an off-the-shoulder dress, and on her feet were a pair of Over-the-knee white silk.

"What's going on?"

Her slender fingers gently caressed her cheek. Wang Dong realized her facial disguise was gone, and why did she have such smooth, long hair?

"You can think of this place as a dream, a dream orchestrated by me."

The young man sitting by the bed spoke slowly.

"So it was you causing trouble!"

"I thought the young lady had already guessed."

"What do you want?" The girl shrunk into a corner of the wall, looking wary.

"You."

Wang Dong:?

After a moment, a seductive blush crept up the girl's face from her snow-white neck.

"An Zhen, I misjudged you!"

Pointing at An Zhen with her fair fingers, the girl accused loudly:

"How can you do this to Yutong!"

"You scumbag!"

"Hey, hey, hey, don't spout nonsense without proof." An Zhen looked at the embarrassed and angry girl helplessly. If anyone should be apologized to, it should be Meng Hongchen first.

"Then tell me, why am I here, and where did these clothes come from?"

With her arms crossed, a hazy mist of water swirled in her dreamy eyes, and a sour taste welled up in her heart.

She had thought she owed him and wanted to compensate him. Now, seeing this, it was clear this guy had been plotting against her for a long time, even changing her clothes. Wuwuwu, my purity is gone.

"Is there a possibility that the body you're in right now isn't yours?"

"Huh?!"

Her silent crying stopped, and her dreamy eyes stared blankly at An Zhen.

"Snap!"

An Zhen snapped his fingers, and a stunning figure appeared beside Wang Dong. With pink-blue hair and eyes, it was her, but in short hair and boyish attire.

"To be precise, everything here, except for your own will, all people and objects belong to me. I created them."

"Snap!"

Another snap of his fingers.

In the surprised gaze of the pink-blue eyes, the dress on her transformed into a white short-sleeved shirt and white shorts, revealing her fair, strong thighs. Her white-socked feet were in a pair of sneakers, exuding youthful vitality.

"This is how your clothes were changed. As for why you're here, it's probably because you're special."

Like the daughter of destiny, Huo Yutong.

As the daughter of the God King, or rather, half of Tang Wutong, Wang Dong'er was undoubtedly special.

In other words, anything beneficial to this World was "swallowed" into the virtual World which had begun to gradually unseal its corresponding Authority.

"Of course, I'm special!"

The girl in sportswear proudly lifted her head, showing no trace of the crying she had been doing moments ago.

"So, you mean my consciousness has come here, but my body is still on the bed in the Dormitory?"

"Yes, that's why I said this is a dream World." An Zhen nodded gently. Unless it was Reflection, everything that happened here would be as illusory as moon in water or flowers in a mirror, except for the memories.

"Will it affect reality?" Wang Dong'er pressed.

"If I use my First Soul Skill, I can selectively make what happens here real. Otherwise, it won't."

"So that's how you defeated that big turtle back then?"

"Mhm."

The pretty girl leaned closer, looking like a curious baby.

"Miss Wang, please maintain an appropriate distance. You should be mindful of your friend."

An Zhen silently took a step back.

"Of course, I'm mindful of Yutong!" the rosy-cheeked girl declared. "But why does this body feel exactly like mine?"

"A one-to-one replica, even the internal organs."

"Then you're still a pervert." Wasn't this the same as him seeing her naked? She stomped her long, strong, beautiful legs on the bed, feeling as if she were stomping on someone.

"No."

Wang Dong'er shook her head slightly, her dreamy hair swaying gently.

"Send me back to reality, and then let me beat you up soundly. For Yutong's sake, I'll definitely leave you with enough breath to live."

Having just cried, Wang Dong'er now felt she couldn't cry anymore. She had previously held some good feelings for him, thinking he was a decent person. But now, even though it wasn't her body, it was identical to hers, and he was treating it like a puppet.

An Zhen didn't answer, instead looking at the will-less Wang Dong beside him.

"Meditate and cultivate."

The short-haired girl sat cross-legged on the bed, her soul power flowing.

"Cultivate in this World, and when we go out, I can use First Soul Skill to Reflection the cultivation base onto the person the projection corresponds to." Xiao, holding his cheeks in his hands, looked at the surprised Wang Dong'er with narrowed eyes. "Alright, let me send Miss Wang out now. I'll go and apologize later."

"Wait a moment."

Long, fair legs darted forward, and her large, cyan eyes looked at the young man expectantly. "An Zhen, I've always considered you a good friend."

Gotcha.

What did Wang Dong'er like?

She liked to play.

With Twin Martial Souls and the resources of the Haotian Sect, if she had just cultivated diligently, there was no way she would only be a Rank 2 Soul Master at this age. Dai Huabin and Ning Tian were both Rank 3. Wang Dong's talent and the treasures she enjoyed were superior to theirs. But this child disliked cultivation. Treasures like whale jelly, which improved physical fitness, were described by her as tasting so bad she wanted to vomit.

"So, my good friend, can I touch your thigh?"

His dark eyes fell upon the delicate, fair skin. For some reason, a sentence suddenly popped into his mind: "Good buddy, let me touch your leg."