A thirteen- or fourteen-year age gap between husband and wife was nothing unusual.
Young girls liking mature, refined older men, and immature boys liking mature, charming older women were both common in society. A man in his thirties marrying a twenty-year-old was perfectly legal.
But a twenty-four- or twenty-five-year-old marrying an eleven-year-old...
They would be dragged out and shot.
But the world was often unfair.
Some people always possessed privileges beyond the law. This was a world of extraordinary power, where the strong made the laws.
And clearly, Zhang Lexuan—Shrek's youngest Soul Douluo in three thousand years, possessor of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and soul bone, great-granddaughter of Ultimate Douluo Dragon God Mu En, and highly likely to become Shrek's future Sea God Pavilion Head—had such privileges.
An Zhen's heart remained utterly calm.
He had not the slightest worldly desire.
"Restore vitality, strengthen the foundation, and nourish the source."
In Zhang Lexuan's living room, the scruffy old man placed a jade bottle before An Zhen.
"I'm not weak!"
An Zhen had been slandered.
"That's bullying!"
"Seriously bullying!"
"Did it feel good?"
Xuan Zi calmly asked as he bit into a chicken leg.
"Uh..."
An Zhen wanted to deny it, but...
Holding that fragrant, soft big sister, he had truly wanted to bury himself in her embrace.
Boys really had little resistance against gentle big sisters, alright? Long black hair, a full figure, and tender gestures—it was far too tempting.
"Heh."
The scruffy old man rose and left.
Alone in the living room, An Zhen thought for a moment, then opened the jade bottle on the table and swallowed the white pill inside.
It was not because he was weak.
He merely wanted to reduce the Soul Power consumption of Reflection.
A Soul Elder against a Soul Douluo.
The gap was far too great.
"An Zhen." The gentle big sister with long black hair pushed open the door and entered, a warm smile on her flawless face. "I already requested leave for you and told your two friends that you were fine. You've been tired all day, so rest a little longer."
Her slender jade-like hands gently tidied the boy's slightly messy hair. Her proud figure pressed against An Zhen's cheek, its softness eroding his resolve.
An Zhen wanted to loudly protest and shove the person before him away, but she was truly so fragrant and soft.
"Zhang Lexuan, I won't fall in love with you."
That was his final bit of resolve.
She would not corrode him with that soft, fragrant warmth.
"Mm."
Tenderness seemed ready to overflow from her dark eyes, and a trace of maternal radiance appeared upon her flawless face.
An Zhen met her gaze coldly.
A few seconds later, he looked away.
"It's getting dark."
Zhang Lexuan spoke softly.
"I don't have any particularly revealing clothes in my wardrobe, but I do have black and white stockings. Boys going through puberty should have read certain kinds of books, right?"
A tempting flush appeared on the big sister's cheeks, her shy charm all the more striking in the bright spring light.
Zhang Lexuan recalled certain things.
They had not happened in the dream.
They had happened earlier that day. Sitting close to this child and looking at his handsome yet still youthful face, an unfamiliar emotion had surged through her mind. Though things had been uncomfortable at first, afterward they had felt strangely comforting, especially when he rested against her. A certain feeling stirred the big sister's thoughts.
It felt as though something strange had awakened.
Mm, Zhang Lexuan, had she really developed improper feelings for a child younger than herself?
Still, boys were usually more assertive and liked taking the initiative, right?
"As long as you want to."
The flirtatious big sister leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered shyly, "You can ask your big sister to do anything you like, okay~?"
An Zhen's will had always been strong.
Early in the morning, the cold-faced boy sat before a mirror in a white freshman uniform.
"Are you really okay?"
A pair of jade-like hands arranged An Zhen's hair. Dressed in a long home dress, the gentle beauty with long black hair carefully tended to the boy before her. Her long, shapely legs were outlined by thin white stockings, giving her a pure yet alluring charm.
"You didn't rest all night. Even with healing-type Soul Skills, using them like this for so long isn't good for your body."
"My Soul Skill is different from theirs."
He had merely weakened himself, then restored himself to full condition with his First Soul Skill. An Zhen was only training his Soul Skill.
Zhang Lexuan fell silent. Whenever the topic turned to Soul Skills, the big sister no longer continued the discussion.
"This is one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins."
The gentle senior student took out a card and slipped it into An Zhen's shirt pocket. "Buy whatever you want. If it isn't enough, ask me for more."
An Zhen did not understand a woman's heart.
The boy's gaze fell upon those soft-looking legs in white stockings. He had to admit, a Soul Douluo's stamina was truly impressive. Even carrying him like that, she had endured for so long.
Zhang Lexuan had indeed done what she had promised before.
At the very least, she had not fought back when he spanked her.
"What if I buy things for other girls?"
"As long as you're happy."
An Zhen went to class.
Dropping out was not an option.
Between jumping off a building and dropping out, how many would choose to drop out?
"Reporting in."
An Zhen appeared at the entrance of Newbie Class Nine.
"Come in."
Class.
Cultivation.
Class ended.
Just as Ning Tian was about to speak, An Zhen quickly walked out of the classroom. He needed to find his Xiao Yutong and the young miss.
Purple Cafeteria.
The adorable boy absentmindedly fed himself, and the handsome youth with pink-blue hair was the same. The delicious food tasted like dirt to them now, leaving neither with any appetite.
"Beibei, say something!"
The Tang Sect leader sitting across from him slapped her boyfriend. Sigh, because of one boy, half of the Tang Sect had practically been paralyzed.
"Junior brother, An..."
The refined young man had just been about to offer some advice when his gaze swept over a figure, and he closed his mouth.
"Why aren't you eating properly?"
A familiar voice sounded beside the two girls.
"Brother An Zhen!"
"An Zhen!"
Two delighted voices rang out. A small figure immediately threw herself into An Zhen's arms, burying her little face against his chest.
"Alright, alright. Why are you acting as if we've been separated by life and death?"
An Zhen gently stroked the little cutie in his arms, then looked toward the handsome youth beside him. Misty tears lingered in the youth's eyes, warming An Zhen's heart.
Being cared for really was a happy thing.
"Want a hug?"
An Zhen smiled at the proud young miss.
"Hmph." With her arms folded, the young miss turned her head away.
Then An Zhen wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into his embrace. The girl's delicate body struggled symbolically for a moment before she rested her chin on An Zhen's shoulder.
"Why does their relationship feel a little strange?"
Tang Ya suspiciously watched the three hugging figures.
She knew Huo Yutong was a girl.
But An Zhen and Wang Dong...
Beibei hesitated, then lowered his head and whispered into Tang Ya's ear.
"!"
"Is that reliable?"
Tang Ya was astonished. That handsome boy was actually a girl?
"Xuan Zi told me."
"Tsk."
The petite girl with a single ponytail looked at An Zhen with some annoyance. "He's actually two-timing!"
And they were both her people.
Half of her Tang Sect's strength!
Writing was truly draining on one's energy and spirit.
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