In the blink of an eye, morning had come.
The early morning sunlight streamed through the gaps in the window, slanting into Dorm 108 and casting a bright patch of light across the floor.
Huo Yuhao slowly opened his eyes.
As soon as he woke, he felt a heavy pressure on his chest. Even breathing had become a little difficult.
Following the sensation, Huo Yuhao looked down and immediately understood what was going on.
Wang Dong was wrapped around him like an octopus, arms and legs clinging to him,
one cheek pressed firmly against his chest as she slept soundly.
Huo Yuhao's mouth twitched, and a deep sense of helplessness welled up inside him.
Here we go again.
Ma Xiaotao had been like this last time, and now Wang Dong was the same.
He had to reflect on a question:
Why was he always the one on the bottom?
This was infuriating! Was he doomed to always be the passive one?!
Huo Yuhao sighed and tried to recall what had happened last night.
Their first Martial Soul Fusion had gone exceptionally smoothly.
The feeling of that ultimate killing intent intertwining with pure, radiant power had produced an indescribably wondrous reaction.
Their Soul Power had raced through their meridians, and the seamless, perfectly blended sensation had completely swept them both away, making them forget everything else.
As the fused Soul Power spun faster and faster, they both got a little carried away.
Their cultivation speed had been like they were cheating.
Wang Dong had started out all high and mighty, saying, "That's probably enough," but in the latter half of the night, she had been even more enthusiastic than him, insisting they complete a few more cycles.
In the end, both of them had run out of Soul Power and were