The Girl and the Wife

"Wu Feng seems a bit distracted."

As the girl opened her eyes, the smiling face of the boy came into view.

"Be careful, in this state, you might manifest a heart demon, something you most wish to avoid seeing."

"!"

Wu Feng quickly stood up, her eyes scanning for Ning Tian. Spotting the golden silhouette, she dashed towards it.

"Young Master!"

"Feng Mei?"

Ning Tian slowly opened her eyes. Just as she was about to get up, a sharp pain shot through her, as if she'd slept on her hair.

"My hair?"

Looking at the golden waterfall that reached her waist, Ning Tian was puzzled.

"Young Master, and our clothes too."

A white gauze mini-dress clung to the girl's delicate figure. The lace hem stopped halfway up her thighs, revealing fair, tender skin and a pair of long, slender legs. She moved with an indescribable elegance.

The Red Dragon girl had transformed into an energetic sporty maiden. Her white short-sleeved top was stretched taut by her proud chest, her slender waist exposed to the air. Black shorts hugged her perky hips, and her strong, fair legs were clad in black stockings.

"An Zhen!"

Wu Feng defensively blocked Ning Tian, her eyes full of suspicion. "Did you do this?"

"A dream reflecting reality, your appearances are naturally reflections of my inner self."

An Zhen walked over slowly, his dark eyes filled with amusement. "So beautiful."

"Pervert."

Wu Feng scoffed with disdain.

"Feng Mei."

A delicate hand landed on Wu Feng's shoulder. The exquisite and noble young lady stepped forward, gently lifting a strand of golden hair. "Classmate An Zhen, do you like long hair?"

"Mhm, I like Ning Tian with long hair." An Zhen shot a direct hit, his dark eyes reflecting the girl's blushing face.

"Like my foot!"

Wu Feng bristled.

"I also like a vibrant Wu Feng like this."

An Zhen's gaze fell upon the girl's black-stockinged, delicate feet.

"Hmph!"

Wu Feng turned her head away. "You playboy!"

Recovering from the sudden confession, Ning Tian surveyed her surroundings. It was a classroom, but only the three of them were present, along with teacher Mu Jin, who was lecturing silently on the podium.

"Is this An Zhen's dream world? But... it seems to be just us and Teacher Mu Jin."

"I moved everyone else away."

"Even though they can't see, with such beautiful Ning Tian and Wu Feng, I didn't want them sharing the same space as us." His possessive words clearly indicated he viewed the two girls as his own.

The moment An Zhen finished speaking, Mu Jin's voice rang out, her lecture echoing in their ears.

Her beautiful blue eyes looked at the handsome young man.

How to put it... she couldn't seem to hate him.

Ning Tian looked down at her attire. The sheer white gauze revealed nothing, yet the pure white had an indescribable allure, causing her fair skin to flush with a hint of pink.

"An Zhen, does staying in a dream count as cultivation?" The young lady toyed with a strand of golden hair, asking about other matters.

"Mhm."

An Zhen had already created two NPC dolls.

The young lady's heart felt complicated.

They had known each other for two months.

They had been deskmates for two months. Although An Zhen mostly slept at his desk, they had often gone out for meals together. Of course, she always paid.

During this time, An Zhen and Feng Mei's relationship had grown closer. Although An Zhen always commented on Feng Mei's beautiful black-stockinged legs and called her a pervert, he had done so for two months. Feng Mei, despite her protests, had developed a habit of wearing black stockings, essentially wearing them for An Zhen to see.

So, he liked long hair.

Just as Feng Mei said, he really was a pervert.

The girl's gaze fell on her own fair legs. They were too exposed.

But...

Ning Tian could feel his gaze practically glued to them.

Extremely embarrassed, the girl sat down, seemingly trying to shift into a pose that better showcased the beauty of her legs. However, with the slightest movement, she saw the lace hem creeping upwards. Even after the boy's confession, her shyness prevented her from allowing the skirt to rise any further.

"These clothes are too embarrassing."

Wu Feng eyed Ning Tian, swallowing hard. The rather dense girl didn't find anything wrong with An Zhen's words. That's right, even if others couldn't see, they couldn't stay here.

"No, you can't stay here either," the little dragon girl declared righteously, looking down on An Zhen. "Can't you switch?"

"You can, but..."

An Zhen was easygoing. "You might get even shorter clothes~"

"Feng-mei, forget it. Let's just leave it at that," Ning Tian stopped Wu Feng from saying anything else. "Let's hurry up and sit down for class."

"Mhm."

Giving An Zhen a fierce glare, the little dragon girl with a heaving chest sat down right next to Ning Tian, in An Zhen's original seat.

A pleasant sight.

The young lady, who had long intended this, seemed somewhat moved.

However, the little dragon girl apparently still needed him to work overtime.

An Zhen pulled over a chair and sat down on Ning Tian's other side.

"If you dare to lay a hand on my young lady..." Wu Feng threatened fiercely.

"And what if I wanted to lay a hand on you, Wu Feng?"

An Zhen leaned back slightly, his gaze falling on her perfectly shaped legs clad in black silk and her jade-white feet.

"Try it if you dare!"

The little dragon girl bared her fangs.

"Alright."

An Zhen went back to seriously listening to the lecture.

"Tch~"

Wu Feng scoffed.

Ning Tian felt a bit helpless.

Suddenly, the girl felt her hand being held. The strange sensation caused her delicate body to tremble slightly.

"Just touching your hand."

An Zhen wrote in her palm with his index finger.

She offered a token resistance, then cast a helpless glance with her beautiful blue eyes at the young man beside her, who was pretending to listen intently to the lecture.

You have to eat one bite at a time.

With a naturally astute mind, the young lady of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was no love-struck girl.

"Mhm."

The handsome young man with short, pinkish-blue hair slumped dejectedly on the table, glancing at Loli, who was diligently attending class beside him. His dreamy eyes watched the words appearing out of thin air on the notebook.

"Teacher Zhou Yi is strict. Let's focus on class first. We can cuddle and kiss later, or during meditation class."

"I don't want to," Wang Dong muttered softly.

You big pervert. Who knows if you're hugging some other woman right now!

"First Soul Skill, Reflection."

Amidst the envious gazes of their classmates, Ning Tian and Wu Feng's Soul Power cultivation suddenly surged.

"So envious!"

"Why aren't me and the class monitor on the same team."

"Class monitor, even though I'm a guy, I can still do it."

Studying while attending class.

It would be a lie to say they weren't envious.

Originally, there was only one overachiever.

Now there were two more, but in reality, there were four.

"It feels like I've cultivated for an entire day."

A look of pleasant surprise flashed in Ning Tian's eyes. Wu Feng also felt her growth with delight.

"My third Soul Skill already includes a boost to meditation speed, essentially creating the most perfect simulated environment," the young man explained softly, stating his objective. "If you'd like, I can leave a 'Myriad Beings Seal' on you. When I unleash my Martial Soul at night, you can also enter the dream world through the mark of my third Soul Skill." (The Myriad Beings Seal has no additional settings and remains a passive influence, see below.)

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?" Ning Tian felt a little embarrassed. Such rapid cultivation speed was truly irresistible.

"Consider it thanks for treating me to a meal earlier, Ning Tian."

An Zhen held out his hands and clasped them together.

A blush instantly crept up the young girl's fair neck.

"Young Master..."

Wu Feng tugged at Ning Tian's sleeve. She didn't want Ning Tian to remain in her current state with An Zhen.

"Come with us, Wu Feng."

The protagonist of tonight couldn't possibly be absent.

"No..."

"Sister Feng!"

"Fine."

The little dragon girl lowered her head.

She knew what the Young Master meant by "luring."

If she had held onto a sliver of fantasy before – that he was merely using resources to win over An Zhen.

But after the events of the dream...

The Young Master was willing to dress like that in front of An Zhen.

What she had been unwilling to face had surely come to pass.

"Before we enter, you must maintain a calm state of mind. It's best not to have any distracting thoughts. Although I have some confidence, there's still a chance of manifesting a heart demon. It won't cause any lasting harm, but you will have a nightmare."

An Zhen gave a preemptive warning.

A purple Soul Ring lit up.

It lit up for nothing.

To this day, even Huo Yutong and Wang Dong didn't know the extent of his virtual world's reach.

Freshman Class 1.

Zhou Yi felt Huo Yutong's and Wang Dong's Soul Power suddenly increase after An Zhen's arrival and nodded with satisfaction.

To the Canteen.

Halfway there, An Zhen suddenly stopped.

"I have something to attend to. You guys go to the Canteen to eat first. I won't be setting up my stall tonight. Huo Yutong, please make some milk tea and leave it at the school entrance for Elder Xuan."

"Brother An Zhen, are you alright?"

Huo Yutong felt An Zhen's expression was a little unnatural.

"It's nothing, just an elder from the Inner Academy."

"No disappearing suddenly!" Wang Dong said earnestly.

"Of course."

After giving his assurance, An Zhen quickly returned to the Dormitory, his face slightly cold as he pushed open the Dormitory door.

A tall figure in a black coat stood with her back to An Zhen, tidying his closet.

"Snap!"

He closed the door.

"Zhang Lexuan, what are you doing?"

"Fulfilling my wifely duties."

"I never said I would marry you."

"But I said I would take responsibility."

The beauty in the unfashionable coat turned around, still as serene and gentle as ever, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"I made some biscuits and rice porridge for you, along with some side dishes."

The black-haired, long-haired senior took out six plates from the exquisite handbag placed on the table.

"Oh, right. You probably don't like this style of coat, do you?"

The coat slid off, followed by her trousers, revealing the carefully prepared gift underneath.

The senior shyly turned her head. Such attire was far too bold for her.

A black, one-piece bodysuit.

An Zhen touched his nose, a trace of red appearing on his finger. The food he ate at noon was a little too "heating."

Mmm, forgive me for not being able to refuse a gentle yet naughty older sister. Time to start Wu Feng's "heart demon."