An Zhen was under surveillance.
Wang Dong would never allow even the slightest possibility to arise.
How could she let that girl Xiao Xiao steal her man?
"Wang Dong, you have to believe that pure friendship can exist between men and women!"
"I might believe that of others, but you? More like lip friendship!"
Wang Dong'er looked utterly unconvinced. "Maybe I'd believe you a little more if you let go of my leg."
Pervert!
An Zhen's fingertips gently rubbed her slender, fair calf as he said seriously, "This is a massage."
He had studied it before.
In An Zhen's dormitory, the girl with short pink-blue hair lay lazily across the soft bed while An Zhen sat at the other end, his ten fingers skillfully massaging her slender, fair calves and a pair of delicate pink feet.
"Mmm~"
Wang Dong'er's body went limp with relaxation. It did feel rather comfortable.
A few months later.
The final day of the first semester.
Nine Treasures Pavilion.
A group of extraordinary young men and women had gathered together.
The Tang Sect's sect master.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's Young Master.
The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's direct descendant and her companions.
A quasi-Third-Level Soul Engineer who had broken Douluo Continent's record—though her level had not yet reached it.
The Clear Sky Sect's Young Master.
A possessor of Twin Martial Souls.
A Sun Moon Empire spy... ah, no, Shrek's great-grandfather.
"Come, sit down."
Smiling brightly, An Zhen gestured toward the couple entering the room. "Don't be so formal. Tang Ya, though you should technically call me Great-Grandfather according to seniority, I'm still very easygoing. Just keep calling me An Zhen."
"..."
Tang Ya shot him a glare through gritted teeth, then turned her head away.
She could not refute him. After all, this