The Girl and the Wife

"Wu Feng seemed a little distracted."

When the girl opened her eyes, the smiling face of the boy entered her field of vision.

"Be careful. In this situation, it's possible to reflect inner demons—the things you least wanted to see in your heart."

"!"

Wu Feng swiftly rose to her feet and searched around for Ning Tian. The moment she spotted that flash of gold, she rushed over in a single stride.

"Young Master!"

"Feng Mei?"

Ning Tian slowly opened her eyes. Just as she was about to stand, a wave of pain came over her. It seemed she had pressed down on her hair.

"My hair?"

Looking at the golden cascade that appeared capable of reaching her waist, Ning Tian was somewhat confused.

"Young Master, and our clothes too."

A short white gauze dress wrapped around the girl's delicate figure, its lace hem resting halfway down her thighs. Her fair, tender skin and long, shapely legs carried an air of noble elegance with every movement.

The Red Dragon Girl, meanwhile, had transformed into an energetic sporty girl. Her white short-sleeved shirt was stretched taut by her proud curves, revealing her slender waist. Black shorts wrapped around her perky hips, while her toned, fair legs wore black silk ankle socks.

"An Zhen!"

Wu Feng stood protectively before Ning Tian, her face wary. "Did you do this?"

"The illusory dream reflects reality. Naturally, your appearances are reflections of what lies in my heart."

An Zhen walked over slowly, his dark eyes brimming with amusement. "You're both beautiful."

"Pervert."

Wu Feng looked at him with disgust.

"Feng Mei."

A slender jade-like hand settled on Wu Feng's shoulder. The delicate and noble young lady stepped forward, lightly lifting a lock of her golden hair with her fingers. "Does classmate An Zhen like long hair?"

"Yes. I like Ning Tian with long hair." An Zhen threw a straight ball, his dark eyes reflecting the girl's bashful cheeks.

"Like hell you do!"

Wu Feng bristled.

"I also like such an energetic Wu Feng."

An Zhen's gaze fell upon the girl's black-silk-clad feet.

"Hmph!"

Wu Feng turned her head away. "You fickle bastard!"

Recovering from the sudden confession, Ning Tian surveyed her surroundings. It was a classroom, but there were only the three of them and Teacher Mu Jin, who was teaching at the podium without making any sound.

"Is this An Zhen's dream world? But it seems like there are only us and Teacher Mu Jin."

"I moved everyone else away."

"Even if they can't see us, I don't want them in the same room as such beautiful Ning Tian and Wu Feng." His domineering words clearly treated the two girls as his possessions.

The instant An Zhen finished speaking, Mu Jin's voice rang out, and the sound of her lesson echoed in the trio's ears.

Her sapphire eyes looked toward the handsome young man.

How should she put it? She seemed unable to dislike him.

Ning Tian looked down at her outfit. The hazy white gauze revealed nothing, yet its pure white color possessed an indescribable sensuality that dyed the girl's fair skin with a blush of cherry red.

"An Zhen, does staying in the dream count as cultivation?" Her slender fingers played with her golden hair as the young lady asked about something else.

"Mm."

An Zhen had already copied out two NPC dolls.

The young lady's feelings were complicated.

They had known each other for two months.

They had been desk mates for two months. Although An Zhen always slept with his head on the desk, the three of them had gone out for meals together quite often. Of course, she paid every time.

During that time, An Zhen and Feng Mei had grown closer. Although An Zhen always said Feng Mei's black-silk legs were pretty and she always called him a pervert, he had said it for two months straight. Feng Mei might have said that aloud, but she had developed a habit of wearing black silk stockings. In truth, she wore them for An Zhen to see.

So he liked her with long hair.

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

The girl's gaze fell upon her fair legs. It was too revealing.

But...

Ning Tian could feel that burning gaze practically sticking to them.

Overwhelmed by shame, the girl sat in her chair. She seemed to want to change her posture to better display the beauty of her legs, but with even the slightest movement, she saw the lace hem climbing higher and higher. Although she had just experienced the boy's confession, her sense of shame prevented her from letting the hem rise even another inch.

"This outfit is way too embarrassing."

Seeing Ning Tian like that, Wu Feng swallowed. The rather thick-skinned girl did not think An Zhen's words were wrong. That was right—even if others could not see them, they could not be allowed to stay here.

No, you can't stay here either. The little Mother Dragon righteously glared at An Zhen. "Can't you change them?"

"I can."

An Zhen remained quite agreeable. "But the clothes might end up even shorter~"

"Feng Mei, forget it. Let's leave it like this." Ning Tian stopped Wu Feng before she could continue. "Hurry up and sit down for class."

"Ugh."

After giving An Zhen a fierce glare, the little Mother Dragon, whose chest rose and fell dramatically, sat directly in An Zhen's seat beside Ning Tian.

What a pleasing sight.

The young lady, who had long harbored such thoughts, seemed a little tempted.

But it seemed the little Mother Dragon still needed him to put in some overtime.

Pulling over a chair, An Zhen sat directly on Ning Tian's other side.

"If you dare lay a hand on the Young Master..." Wu Feng looked fierce.

"Then what if I want to lay a hand on Wu Feng?"

An Zhen leaned back slightly, his gaze falling on those perfectly shaped black-silk feet.

"Try it if you dare!"

The little Mother Dragon revealed her small canine teeth.

"Sure."

An Zhen continued listening to the lesson seriously.

"Tch~"

Wu Feng was disdainful.

Ning Tian was somewhat helpless.

Suddenly, the girl felt her hand being grabbed. The strange sensation made her delicate body tremble lightly.

"Just holding hands."

An Zhen lightly wrote with his index finger in the girl's palm.

She made a token struggle, then helplessly glanced at the boy beside her, who appeared to be listening attentively.

Food had to be eaten one bite at a time.

Born with the Seven Orifice Exquisite Heart, the young lady of the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was no love-struck fool.

"Ugh."

The handsome youth with short pink-blue hair lay dispiritedly across the desk. She glanced at the loli beside her, who was seriously listening to class, then looked with dreamy eyes at the words that had appeared out of nowhere in her notebook.

"Teacher Zhou Yi is strict, so focus on class first. If you want kisses and hugs, we can do that after we get back, or during meditation class."

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

Big pervert. Who knew whether you were hugging some other woman right now!

"First Soul Skill, Reflection."

Amid the envious gazes of their classmates, Ning Tian and Wu Feng's Soul Power cultivation suddenly rose by a noticeable amount.

"I'm so jealous!"

"Why am I not on a team with the class monitor?"

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

Cultivating while attending class.

Anyone who said they were not jealous would definitely be lying.

There had originally been only one cultivation maniac.

Now there were suddenly two more, though in reality, there were four more.

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

Surprise flashed through Ning Tian's eyes, while Wu Feng also delightedly sensed her own growth.

"My third soul skill already includes a boost to meditation speed. It's equivalent to cultivating in the most perfect mimetic environment."

The youth softly explained his purpose. "If you want, I can leave an All-Beings Mark on you. As long as I unleash my martial soul at night, you'll be able to enter the dream world through the mark from my third soul skill." (No additional settings were added to the All-Beings Mark. It is still only a passive influence. See below.)

"Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"

Ning Tian felt somewhat embarrassed. Such rapid cultivation was truly impossible to refuse.

"Consider it thanks for Ning Tian treating us before."

An Zhen extended both hands, then clasped them together.

A flush instantly climbed Ning Tian's fair neck.

"Young Master..."

Wu Feng tugged Ning Tian's sleeve. She did not want Ning Tian to remain as she had been before while staying with An Zhen.

"Wu Feng can come too."

How could tonight's protagonist possibly be absent?

"No..."

"Feng Mei!"

"Fine."

The little Mother Dragon lowered her head.

She knew what the Young Master meant by winning him over.

If she had still held a few fantasies before—that they simply wanted to use resources to win An Zhen over—

After experiencing what had happened in the dream earlier—

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

The thing she had always refused to face had surely still happened.

"Before entering, you must keep your mind calm. It's best not to have any distracting thoughts. Although I'm fairly confident now, there's still a chance of reflecting an inner demon. It won't have any bad effects, but you might have a nightmare."

An Zhen gave them an advance warning.

A purple soul ring lit up.

It lit up for nothing.

Nothing actually happened.

Even now, not even Huo Yutong and Wang Dong knew how far his Virtual World could extend.

Freshman Class One.

Zhou Yi felt Huo Yutong and Wang Dong's Soul Power rise by a noticeable amount after An Zhen arrived, and she nodded lightly in satisfaction.

They headed to the cafeteria.

Halfway there, An Zhen suddenly stopped.

"I have something to take care of. You two go eat at the cafeteria first. I won't be setting up the stall tonight. Please have Yutong make some milk tea and leave it at the school gate for Xuan Zi."

"Big Brother An Zhen, are you alright?"

Huo Yutong felt that An Zhen's expression was somewhat unnatural.

"I'm fine. It's an elder from the inner courtyard."

"Don't suddenly disappear!" Wang Dong said with a serious expression.

"Of course."

After giving them several assurances, An Zhen quickly returned to the dormitory. With a slightly cold expression, he pushed open the door.

A tall figure in a black overcoat stood with her back to An Zhen, organizing his wardrobe.

Bang!

The door shut.

"Zhang Lexuan, what are you doing?"

"Fulfilling a wife's duties."

"I never said I would marry you."

"But I said I would take responsibility."

The beauty in the old-fashioned overcoat turned around. She remained as tranquil and gentle as ever, her eyes and brows filled with tenderness.

"I made you some flatbreads, rice porridge, and a few side dishes."

The senior with straight black hair took six plates from the exquisite carrying case on the table.

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

The coat slipped off, followed by her trousers, revealing the gift she had carefully prepared underneath.

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

A black-silk bodysuit.

An Zhen touched his nose, and a streak of red appeared on his finger. What he had eaten at noon must have been too heaty.

Mm, forgive me for being unable to refuse a gentle and sexy older sister. Wu Feng's "inner demon" was about to begin.