After explaining the knowledge of Martial Soul Fusion Skills.
Just as Huo Wu came to a sudden realization, Huo Wushuang unexpectedly asked:
"Little sister, is this boy in black someone you fancy?"
"Someone I fancy?"
Huo Wu froze, not understanding for a moment.
A moment later, she grasped the meaning behind Huo Wushuang's question. She lightly smacked his broad shoulder with a slap and said irritably:
"Brother, I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense. This is the first time I've met him. I don't even know his name yet."
As she spoke, Huo Wu could not help glancing toward the nearby boy in black. Her gaze happened to fall upon his tall, straight figure.
He really is quite handsome, and his temperament is genuinely excellent. He fits my tastes perfectly—he looks like the other half I've always imagined...
Then.
Inevitably, Huo Wu recalled the way she had just leaned against the boy in black's chest.
Pressed tightly against his body, that incomparable feeling of calm, peace, and comfort had truly been pleasant—so pleasant that she even felt the urge to be held in his arms again.
Gradually, Huo Wu felt her cheeks grow hotter and redder, as though they were about to start smoking...
She hurriedly rubbed her cheeks, trying to cool them down while forcing herself not to recall those scenes anymore.
"Huh? You don't know each other?"
Huo Wushuang's eyes widened as he instinctively asked again:
"Then why were you leaning against his chest just now, looking all shy and bashful?"
"When was I? That was an accident, all right?"
Huo Wu immediately became flustered and explained with a flushed face.
"What accident?"
Huo Wushuang pressed.
"Oh, brother, stop asking!"
Huo Wu stamped her foot, her face plainly saying that she did not want to talk about it.