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Soul Masters thought differently from ordinary people, especially when it came to choosing a partner. Strength, talent, and potential often held greater importance.

The young man before her was not only handsome, gentle, and reserved, but also possessed the one-in-ten-thousand Ultimate Ice martial soul...

Ling Luochen felt that in this lifetime, she would likely never encounter a partner more suitable for her or more capable of stirring her heart than him.

"Luo Chen, how are you feeling? Do you feel any better now?"

In his previous life, Huo Yuhao had never cultivated alongside Ling Luochen. That was what led to this accident, causing Ling Luochen to overexert herself in cultivation and injure her body.

Of course, Ling Luochen herself had also been forcing herself to endure it all along.

"Mmm..." Ling Luochen let out a soft hum through her nose, her voice carrying an especially lazy undertone. "My body still feels weak. I can't seem to muster any strength... Yuhao, can you carry me back to the dormitory?"

Her fair arms lifted slightly. They seemed weak, yet wrapped around Huo Yuhao's neck with perfect naturalness as she relaxed and leaned her full weight against him.

At that moment, Ling Luochen had completely made up her mind.

If she did not make her move soon, Huo Yuhao would sooner or later be lured away by some other, more proactive girl.

She had not forgotten that there was a senior in the Inner Court who liked younger boys.

At that moment, she seemed to have completely cast aside her usual icy aloofness that kept others at a distance. Even her voice had taken on a soft, coquettish sweetness she herself had not noticed.

If Ma Xiaotao and the others saw Ling Luochen like this, they would probably be so shocked their jaws dropped, wondering whether someone had possessed her.

"Luo Chen, then don't move for now."

Feeling the weakness of the body in his arms, Huo Yuhao immediately replied, "I'll carry you back to the dormitory first. Afterward, I'll help you properly regulate your condition and ease the damage to your body."

As he spoke, he adjusted his posture and steadily lifted Ling Luochen into a standard princess carry.

Her body suddenly left the ground, and she was being held in such an intimate posture. Ling Luochen's face instantly reddened even further.

Especially when she felt Huo Yuhao's palm touching the bare skin of her thigh, the warmth of that touch made her mind go fuzzy.

Since growing up, when had she ever had such close physical contact with a member of the opposite sex?

Not to mention that he was a young man several years younger than her.

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. Almost instinctively, she buried her burning face deeply in the crook of Huo Yuhao's neck, unwilling to let him see how she looked right now.

Inside Ling Luochen's bedroom.

Most of the room's furnishings were made of warm, polished wood, yet the space had still been decorated in a rather girlish shade of pink.

As Huo Yuhao carried Ling Luochen into her room, he had not expected that Ling Luochen, who had always appeared so cold and distant to others, secretly possessed such a girlish heart.

Ling Luochen's breathing was even, and she seemed to have already fallen deeply asleep in his arms.

On the way back from the Mimicry Cultivation Ground, Huo Yuhao had noticed that Ling Luochen was still frowning, clearly still uncomfortable. Thus, as he walked, he transferred blood qi into her body to soothe her meridians.

He settled Ling Luochen onto the soft bed and tucked the blanket around her.

Then Huo Yuhao turned and left, intending to return to that Mimicry Cultivation Ground to continue cultivating.

After all, borrowing that Mimicry Cultivation Ground had used up the credits Ling Luochen had painstakingly accumulated through completing missions. They could not simply be wasted.

"Luo Chen, good night, then."

Huo Yuhao walked to the door and reached out to turn off the Soul Guidance Lamp in the room, plunging it into darkness.

Only after she heard the door gently close and the footsteps gradually fade away did Ling Luochen open her eyes, her ice-blue gaze filled with bewilderment.

What was going on?

This was completely different from the scenes in the storybooks she had read!

Didn't the books say that boys at this age were most curious about girls and most easily impulsive?

He had just left like that?

Was she not even the slightest bit attractive to him?

Or should she have been more proactive?

At the thought of taking an even more proactive approach and doing something to a junior younger than herself, Ling Luochen's pretty face flushed even deeper.

She let out an embarrassed, indignant whimper, then abruptly yanked the blanket over her head, wrapping herself up tightly inside it.

When Huo Yuhao returned to the small compartment of the Mimicry Cultivation Ground and sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion, there was an extra green figure in his arms. Who else could it be but the Ice Empress?

As for Tian Meng, he was already snoring away.

There was no expression on the Ice Empress's delicate little face. She merely habitually squeezed closer into Huo Yuhao's arms, adjusted herself into a more comfortable position, and rested her chin on his shoulder.

She was silent for a moment before speaking in a certain tone. "Yuhao, what you did today was very strange."

"Strange?"

Hearing the Ice Empress's words, Huo Yuhao froze for a moment, somewhat confused.

"Didn't you see Wang Dong'er today?" the Ice Empress continued.

"So?"

Huo Yuhao still did not understand what the Ice Empress was trying to say. He did not think he had acted any differently from usual.

"Did you think that keeping your distance from Wang Dong'er made you seem perfectly normal?" The Ice Empress snorted, mercilessly exposing Huo Yuhao's subconscious thoughts.

She propped herself up slightly and pulled back a little, looking into Huo Yuhao's ice-blue eyes. "It was precisely because you did that that something was wrong. Yuhao, what are you afraid of?"

At her words, Huo Yuhao's body stiffened almost imperceptibly. He remained silent, his gaze unconsciously drifting elsewhere as he avoided the Ice Empress's overly sharp eyes.

"You're afraid—afraid of Wang Dong'er. If she really is Tang Wutong, what will you do? Isn't that right?"

Seeing that Huo Yuhao still had his head turned away and did not dare look directly at her, the Ice Empress reached out, turned his face back, and forced him to meet her gaze.

The distance between them instantly narrowed. Their breaths mingled, and each could clearly sense the other's presence.

"Yuhao, do you still like her?"

As the only one who currently possessed Huo Yuhao's memories, the Ice Empress naturally knew that, in the end, Tang Wutong had completely betrayed Huo Yuhao and chosen to stand with Tang San.

Huo Yuhao's chest rose and fell slightly. After a moment of silence, he said, "I like her as Wang Dong'er."

What he liked was the Wang Dong'er who had met and accompanied him at Shrek Academy, the one who was somewhat proud and awkward—not Tang Wutong, the so-called daughter of the God King.

Hearing Huo Yuhao's answer, the Ice Empress clicked her tongue. She seemed somewhat disdainful, yet there also seemed to be an indescribable jealousy mixed in, one even she herself had not fully noticed.

"Yuhao, then do you like the Snow Empress?"

"I do."

This time, Huo Yuhao answered without the slightest hesitation.

Hearing that answer, the Ice Empress's previously tense lips curled upward slightly instead, revealing a teasing smile.

"It seems the Snow Empress now holds a higher place in your heart than Wang Dong'er."

After a brief silence, the Ice Empress no longer maintained their face-to-face posture. Instead, she rested her cheek against Huo Yuhao's chest.

She did not continue with the next question she had originally planned to ask.