Don't Go! Fingers Intertwined, Guarding All Night, Caught by Roommate at the Door

Dai Huabin leaned closer before he could hear what she was saying.

It seems that even in her sleep, this competitive girl was still thinking about the competition.

He shook his head, somewhat amused.

Wang Dong'er's performance on the ring today truly impressed him.

Whether it was the skillful use of the Light Goddess Butterfly Martial Soul or the unexpected Clear Sky Hammer, she demonstrated a fighting talent and fighting spirit far exceeding that of her peers.

In the original storyline, Wang Dong'er was a favored daughter of heaven.

Unfortunately, once she left Qiankun Valley, the beloved Dong'er disappeared.

But now, it seems that her appearance has changed her growth trajectory, making her work harder and shine brighter.

What Dai Huabin needs to do is to protect Wang Dong'er as she is now. Although it is difficult, he has to do it no matter how difficult it is.

Dai Huabin sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her sleeping face, his thoughts drifting away.

He didn't notice that the sky outside the window was gradually darkening, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the gaps in the curtains, casting long shadows in the room.

Time slipped away quietly in this peaceful atmosphere.

Seeing that it was completely dark, Dai Huabin felt that Wang Dong'er would need a long time to recover, and it wasn't appropriate for him to stay there any longer.

He stood up, ready to leave.

Just as he turned around, a soft, slightly cool hand suddenly reached out from under the covers and grabbed his wrist with perfect accuracy.

The force was not great, even somewhat weak, yet it carried an unyielding stubbornness that could not be refused.

Dai Huabin's body stiffened for a moment.

He turned around and saw that Wang Dong'er still had her eyes closed and was breathing steadily, as if it were just an unconscious movement.

He tried to gently pull his hand back.

But the moment he moved, his little hand clenched even tighter.

"Don't go..."

It was another murmur in his sleep, clearer than before.

Dai Huabin was completely at a loss.

He looked at their clasped hands and smiled helplessly.

He sat back down in the chair and did not try to leave again.

The room fell completely silent, with only the steady breathing of the two people remaining.

Dai Huabin just sat there, letting her hold his hand.

The night outside the window grew darker, and starlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled patterns on the floor.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting, only that his arms felt a little numb, but he felt very calm.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he felt the little hand in his palm twitch.

He immediately snapped out of his daze and looked down.

Wang Dong'er's long eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fluttered gently a few times.

She woke up.

When Wang Dong'er woke up, she felt like she had a very, very long dream.

The dream was bizarre and fantastical, filled with fierce battles in the arena, deafening cheers, and a pair of eyes that I couldn't shake off, eyes that held a mocking smile.

Her consciousness was somewhat hazy, and her body felt languid; she didn't want to move.

The room was dark, with only a faint light filtering through the gaps in the curtains.

She felt very safe, especially her right hand, which felt enveloped by a warm source, giving her an indescribable sense of security.

Hmm? Hand?

Wang Dong'er paused for a moment, then slowly moved her eyes, her vision gradually becoming clearer.

The first thing that catches the eye is a magnified, handsome face that is very close to the viewer.

It's Dai Huabin.

He seemed to be asleep, leaning against the chair beside the bed, his golden hair gleaming softly in the dim light, his breathing steady.

And his unruly right hand was being held firmly in his palm.

Boom!

Wang Dong'er felt like her brain had exploded; all her drowsiness and fatigue vanished instantly.

What did she see?

She was holding Dai Huabin's hand!

Or rather, was it Dai Huabin who was holding her hand?

No, that's not right, their hands are interlocked!

A surge of heat rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her cheeks rapidly warmed up at a visible speed.

She instinctively pulled her hand away abruptly.

This action startled Dai Huabin, who was in a light sleep.

He groggily opened his eyes and met Wang Dong'er's pinkish-blue eyes, which were filled with shock, embarrassment, and panic.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

The two stared at each other, both forgetting how to react.

A few seconds later, Wang Dong'er, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, abruptly pulled her hand back into the blanket, shrinking her whole body further into the bed, wrapping herself tightly in the blanket, leaving only her eyes showing as she glared at him warily.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice was somewhat indistinct due to nervousness and shame.

Dai Huabin was jolted awake by her sudden action. He rubbed his stiff neck and moved his wrist, which had gone numb from her grip, but his tone remained calm.

"You fainted, so I carried you back."

"I know that! I'm asking you now! Why are you in my room!"

Wang Dong'er clutched the blanket, feeling as if her face was so hot she could fry an egg on it.

"Oh, this?"

Dai Huabin stated the facts innocently.

"You're a restless sleeper; you're holding my hand and won't let me leave."

Wang Dong'er's mind went blank again.

She was holding his hand.

How come she has no recollection of this at all?

"I... I was dreaming!"

She tried to defend herself, but her voice lacked confidence.

"Who, who told you to stay here! Can't you leave by yourself?!"

"I tried it." Dai Huabin stretched his shoulders.

"Every time I move, you grip even tighter, and you keep saying 'Don't go,' because I'm afraid of waking you up and disturbing your rest."

Wang Dong'er blushed.

She wanted to disappear into the ground.

She actually told Dai Huabin "Don't go" in her dream?

This was even more humiliating for her than publicly admitting that she liked him.

Seeing the girl so ashamed and angry that she wanted to smother herself with the blanket, Dai Huabin found it somewhat amusing.

He stood up, stretched, and his joints made a series of crisp sounds.

"You've slept for almost six hours." He glanced out the window. "Are you hungry? I'll have the hotel send some food up."

His relaxed and natural attitude left Wang Dong'er with nowhere to vent her anger and humiliation, leaving her feeling trapped and unable to calm down.

She had intended to say "I'm not hungry" with great pride, but her stomach betrayed her and growled.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

Wang Dong'er's face instantly turned from pink to deep red.

She froze completely.

Dai Huabin heard it too. He was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Puff..."

That soft laugh was like the last straw, completely igniting Wang Dong'er's anger.

"What are you laughing at! Stop laughing!" She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Dai Huabin without thinking.

Dai Huabin caught it easily, and his smile deepened.

"Okay, I won't laugh." He put the pillow back on the bedside table. "I'll go order some food. What would you like to eat?"

"I don't want to eat it!" Wang Dong'er stubbornly insisted.

"Gurgle..." Her stomach growled again, as if protesting its owner's insincerity.

Wang Dong'er closed her eyes in despair and buried her face in the blanket.

This is so embarrassing, I've never been so humiliated in my life.

Dai Huabin shook his head and turned to walk towards the door.

"Okay, I'll order you a bowl of lotus seed soup and a few light side dishes."

He opened the door, preparing to leave.

At the door, Xiao Xiao and Cui Yajie stood with their hands raised, ready to knock, both wearing mischievous and malicious smiles.

Behind them, Ning Tian stood there as well. Although he had no expression, he had clearly heard all the noises that had just occurred in the room.

"Hey, class monitor."

Xiao Xiao spoke with a smile, her gaze shifting back and forth between Dai Huabin and Wang Dong'er, who was pretending to be dead on the bed.

"Still in Dong'er's room so late? Are they discussing tomorrow's tactics?"

Cui Yajie also joined in the commotion:

"Discussing tactics while holding hands, and even until your stomachs are growling? Squad leader, your tactics are certainly unique."

Before Dai Huabin could speak, Wang Dong'er, lying under the covers, let out a desperate cry.