Han Ruoruo's Teasing

The nights on Sea God Island are much quieter than the days. A light mist floats on the lake, and moonlight is fragmented and scattered by the branches and leaves of ancient trees.

After returning to her dormitory, Wu Ming sat by the window, lost in thought.

"Wu Ming, calm down."

She said to herself.

But the image kept replaying in my mind: falling from the sky and being caught steadily by a pair of arms.

A cool touch seeped through the fabric, carrying the clean scent of the young man...

"Tsk."

Wu Ming gulped down a mouthful of cold water.

It's useless.

She recalled saying "It's so embarrassing" at the time, and how she specifically turned back to tell others not to tell anyone when she left.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like a fool.

When did you, Wu Ming, become so fussy?

Just as I was getting annoyed, someone knocked on the door from the outside.

Three long and two short notes—it's a familiar rhythm.

Wu Ming got up and opened the door, only to see Han Ruoruo standing at the door carrying a celadon wine jar in her other hand and two wine cups in her other hand.

Her pale gold dress swayed gently in the night breeze, making her look very relaxed.

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, then her face lit up with surprise, and she stepped forward to hug Han Ruoruo.

"Sister Ruoruo, what brings you here?"

Han Ruoruo stepped into the room and placed the wine jar on the table.

"It's not that Lexuan and Xiaotao are both away on missions, so it's just the two of us left in the academy. It's no fun drinking alone, so I thought I'd come and ask you Ming'er, to keep me company."

Wu Ming was naturally happy to agree.

She turned around and rummaged through a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a plate of braised beef, half a dried chicken, and a bag of peanuts, which she quickly placed on the table.

"I happen to be bored too."

The two sat facing each other. Han Ruoruo broke the clay seal on the wine jar and poured a cup for each of them.

The liquor is clear and slightly yellow, a special Osmanthus wine brewed by a distillery by Sea God Lake. It has a relatively low alcohol content, but a strong aftertaste.

"Come on, let's have a drink!"

The porcelain cups clinked together with a crisp sound.

Wu Ming tilted his head back and gulped down half a cup. The spiciness slid from his throat to his stomach, and he felt much more relaxed.

"Comfortable."

Han Ruoruo took a small sip of wine, tore off a piece of chicken leg, and chewed it.

The two chatted casually for a while about their recent situations: how long Zhang Lexuan had been away with her team, how well Ma Xiaotao was controlling her Evil Fire, and how Xuan Zi had argued with Yan Shaozhe again a couple of days ago.

As they chatted, Han Ruoruo finished her drink and poured herself another glass.

Then the conversation shifted.

"By the way Ming'er, I passed by the martial arts arena this afternoon and I think I heard quite a commotion."

Wu Ming paused for a moment, then continued peeling peanuts as if nothing had happened.

"Really? Maybe someone is practicing martial arts."

"Hmm, I took a peek from afar, and it looked like a woman in a crimson-gold outfit being carried in a princess carry by a young boy."

Han Ruoruo's tone was calm and indifferent, but her eyes glanced sideways at Wu Ming.

Wu Ming stopped peeling peanuts.

The color in his face was visibly rising.

"Ruo... Sister Ruoruo, what... what are you saying?!"

The sound cracked.

Han Ruoruo almost burst out laughing, but she held it in and continued her pursuit in that nonchalant tone.

"Ming'er, I saw everything that happened between you and Huabin today. From beginning to end, not a single moment was missed."

Wu Ming was completely enraged; her ears turned bright red, and she slammed her hand on the table.

"Han Ruoruo! You were peeking at me!"

They don't even call her "Sister Ruoruo" anymore, they call her by her full name.

Han Ruoruo finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, laughing so hard that she bent over backwards, spilling a few drops of wine from her glass.

"What's wrong? Is our Ming'er shy?"

"Who's shy!"

"Your face is so red you could fry an egg in it, and you still say you're not shy?"

Wu Ming turned her face to the side and took a big gulp of wine to bolster her courage.

Han Ruoruo laughed for a while before stopping, tapping the table lightly with her finger, her expression becoming more serious.

"Alright, alright, I'm not teasing you anymore. Ming'er, let's get serious, what are you really thinking?"

Wu Ming's eyes were somewhat unfocused, and she remained silent for a moment.

Han Ruoruo continued:

"Dai Huabin's talent and appearance are indeed top-notch, no one can deny that. He defeated your Martial Soul Avatar, which is over level 70, at level 57. You can't find many people of his generation on the entire continent with such combat power."

But..."

She held up one finger.

"He has quite a few women."

Wu Ming pursed her lips; of course she knew.

Zhu Lu, that little girl, is Dai Huabin's fiancée. They were betrothed since childhood, and their relationship is bound by their Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

Apart from Ling Luochen Zhu Lu, everyone in the Inner Academy knew about Dai Huabin's feelings.

Ning Tian, the young sect leader of the Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, also has frequent interactions with Dai Huabin.

In addition, there were Wang Dong'er, Xiao Xiao, and Cui Yajie who were with Dai Huabin.

The competition is too fierce...

Wu Ming sighed and slammed the cup down on the table.

"Sigh, but look at our Inner Academy, there's not a single man we can stand."

Han Ruoruo nodded slightly, her expression somewhat helpless.

"That's the truth. Lexuan and I are almost thirty. The male disciples in the Inner Academy are either not strong enough, or they're not good-looking, or they're all dull-witted. Sigh, what are we even doing here?"

"You do not say."

Wu Ming tore off a piece of beef, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed, muttering in a low voice,

"Moreover, Huabin can solve Xiaotao's Evil Fire problem and enable the Evil Fire Phoenix to evolve into a true Ultimate Fire."

At this point, Wu Ming's tone changed completely.

"Sister Ruoruo, I'm also a fire-attribute Soul Master. This kind of opportunity is something others would kill for. How could I let it slip by?"

Han Ruoruo didn't interrupt her.

Wu Ming continued:

"Moreover, his talent is indeed strong. He was able to suppress me head-on at level 57. Given time, he will definitely become one of the top people on the continent."

Her voice grew softer and softer.

"And... and Huabin is quite handsome too."

Wu Ming's voice was tinged with shyness as she said that last sentence, a stark contrast to her usual carefree manner.

Han Ruoruo looked at the Golden Crow Saintess in front of her, who was usually fiery and shrewish, but now had slightly flushed cheeks, spoke in a low voice, and twirled the end of her ponytail between her fingers.

She truly felt like she was meeting Wu Ming for the first time.

Is this really the same Wu Ming who used to roam freely in the Inner Academy and bully anyone who dared to challenge her?

She's clearly a young girl just beginning to experience romantic love.

However, what Wu Ming said makes sense.

Dai Huabin's qualifications are impressive. On a grand scale, he is the eldest son of the White Tiger Duke Mansion. In terms of strength, he has cultivated to the level 57 Soul King at such a young age and defeated Soul Sage. In terms of resources, he possesses resources that can allow his Martial Soul Evolution to its Ultimate Attribute.

Let alone Wu Ming, any female Soul Master in her position would find it hard not to be tempted by someone like that.

After reviewing Dai Huabin's conditions, Han Ruoruo's heart suddenly raced. Han Ruoruo no, she was almost tempted herself.

Dai Huabin's only problem is that he has too many women around him.

But then again, one woman is never enough for such a top-tier genius.

Let alone the rules of the White Tiger Duke Mansion, even the eldest son of an ordinary aristocratic family, which one doesn't have three wives and four concubines?

Han Ruoruo chuckled softly.

"That's true."

She picked up her wine glass and raised it to Wu Ming.

"Then I congratulate Ming'er in advance on winning over Huabin soon."

Wu Ming was so choked by those words that she almost spat out the wine in her mouth.

"Sister Ruoruo, can't you be serious for once!"