"Xiao Yi, why are you looking at me like that?" Tang Wutong felt strangely uneasy under his gaze. She puffed out her cheeks slightly, her brows carrying a touch of adorably indignant reproach, as though throwing a little tantrum while quietly waiting for Xiao Yi to comfort her first.
Huo Yutong, beside her, was entirely different. From the instant Xiao Yi pushed open the door and entered, her fair cheeks had been flooded with crimson. Flustered and shy, she did not know where to put her hands or feet.
Although she and Tang Wutong had fought side by side ever since the freshman assessment, this was still the first time they had faced a situation like this. Her gaze subtly flicked toward the underside of the bed, and she wondered whether Xiao Xiao's plan would succeed.
Watching Tang Wutong huffing at him, Xiao Yi felt that the atmosphere was strange. Everything around him felt especially odd.
Somewhere deep down, it was as if a faint gaze had firmly latched onto him—concealed and secretive, yet enough to make him feel unsettled.
"Then tell me, what kind of gaze should your husband use when looking at you?" Xiao Yi chuckled and pulled the pink-and-blue little kitten into his arms. Before the dazed girl could argue, his fingers moved, accurately sending a warm, smooth medicinal pill into her mouth.
The pill slid down her throat, its gentle medicinal power immediately dispersing and flowing through her meridians into every corner of her body. Layers of moisture instantly rippled through Tang Wutong's clear eyes, softening her gaze like water as all her adorable indignation vanished.
Xiao Yi began helping Tang Wutong refine the pill's medicinal power within her body. Pills that evolved one's martial soul generally took a long time to refine, but that was