"What am I supposed to feel?"
Tang Wutong shrank back a little.
A warm sensation traveled through her hand. It seemed to awaken some memory within her, making her heart flutter uneasily.
It felt like something from a dream.
Her pretty face instantly turned burning hot. Under Jiang Yi's gaze, she looked like a little shrimp left roasting in the sun.
"My fourth spirit beast has a trace of the Light Goddess Butterfly bloodline. Perhaps we can try a Martial Soul Fusion Skill."
Jiang Yi clasped her small hand, blinked, and made the suggestion himself, his deep black eyes fixed on hers.
Their gazes met, and they could feel each other's breaths.
"I-I... I'll think about it."
With Jiang Yi staring at her the whole time, Tang Wutong inexplicably grew nervous. Her confidence faltered, and her voice became quieter and quieter.
"It's getting late. I'm going back to sleep. See you tomorrow!"
With that, Miss Tang—who had always acted like she was above everyone and everything—bolted away like a little rabbit.
"Hehe..."
Jiang Yi watched her flustered retreating figure, the corners of his lips lifting slightly.
The Little Princess was so cute.
It seemed that lending Tang Wutong's Light Goddess Butterfly to Tian Meng had not left her true body entirely unaffected.
When he had been playing with Big Tian Meng, he had vaguely sensed that thread of connection between Big Tian Meng and Tang Wutong.
Using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill to conceal all these changes could not have been more fitting. Besides, in front of others, he could have Tian Meng come out and cosplay as his fourth soul ring.
Meanwhile, Tang Wutong hurried back to her room.
The moment she entered, she threw herself onto the bed, covered her head with the blanket, and let out a