"What are you thinking!"
Seeing Wang Dong's thoughts take a wrong turn again, Huo Yuhao gave her an exasperated look.
"I mean, let's try a Martial Soul Fusion and use Soul Power to guide each other's cultivation."
Wang Dong's hand had already reached the bathroom doorknob.
At those words, her whole body froze.
"Huh?"
She turned around and stared blankly at Huo Yuhao.
Martial Soul Fusion?
Soul Power guidance?
So that was what he meant by "dual cultivation"?
Realizing she'd misunderstood him and even said something as suggestive as "I'll go take a bath," Wang Dong wished she could find a crack in the floor and crawl into it.
Social death!
Utter, complete social death!
"Y-you should've explained that sooner!"
Wang Dong shot him a sharp glare, then returned and plopped down on the edge of the bed.
To cover up her embarrassment, she deliberately put on a stern expression and demanded,
"Why did you suddenly think of doing this? Martial Soul Fusion isn't that easy, is it?"
Huo Yuhao couldn't even be bothered to make up an excuse anymore.
Back when her favorability wasn't high enough, he'd had to make up excuses to fool her. Now that it was practically maxed out, what was the point of going to all that trouble?
He simply said,
"It's just a very strange feeling."
He looked at Wang Dong, his tone perfectly serious.
"Actually, from the first moment I saw you, I felt our Martial Souls should be very compatible."
"Pah!"
Wang Dong gave a soft scoff, the flush on her face not yet faded.
"You lecher! Who's compatible with you?"
You felt something from the first moment you saw me?
How could he bring himself to say such a line straight out of a story for little girls?
Huo Yuhao sneered