Lao San and Er Enter the Chicken Coop, Sister Wu is Too Proactive Bo (￣▽￣)d

The temperature in the room gradually rose, and Xiao Wu's hands began to grow restless, her body pressing tightly against his.

Fu Qin carried her to the bedside, set her down gently, and leaned over with his eyes narrowed slightly.

Although it was not their first time, Xiao Wu's cheeks were still flushed, and her breathing remained uneven.

"Promise me, you aren't allowed to be that intimate with Ning Rongrong anymore."

Xiao Wu's voice was very small, as if she knew her request was excessive.

Hearing her words, a playful smirk tugged at the corners of Fu Qin's mouth.

"So... what is our relationship now?"

His words struck Xiao Wu's heart like a heavy hammer, throwing her into a state of utter panic.

"I... I am your..."

Xiao Wu's voice caught in her throat, but Fu Qin was completely indifferent to her hesitation.

"Shh—"

"Kiss me."

The night deepened.

Xiao Wu curled up in Fu Qin's arms like a docile kitten, feeling his scorching body temperature and powerful heartbeat.

She knew that the affection between her and Fu Qin could never see the light of day.

Inside the room.

Fu Qin's fingertips brushed lightly through her hair; having lived two lives, this was his first time experiencing the joy of Cao Mengde.

Xiao Wu lay prone on the soft bed.

On the wooden wall behind them, clusters of tiny water droplets were beginning to slide down.

Just then, Tang San's hesitant voice came from outside the door.

"Xiao Wu, can I come in and explain? I really didn't mean anything by it."

Xiao Wu nestled into Fu Qin's embrace. Hearing Tang San's voice, a flicker of impatience crossed her eyes, but she forced herself to ignore the discomfort in her body and called out.

"Third Brother, you don't need to explain. I know you didn't do it on purpose, but if you want my forgiveness, you must never refuse any of my requests in the future!"

Her voice carried a numb, soft, and glutinous tremor, completely different from her usual crisp tone.

Hearing Xiao Wu's response from outside the door, a sense of inexplicable joy truly welled up in Tang San's heart.

If Xiao Wu was willing to forgive him, it meant that he and Xiao Wu could still be as loving as they were in their past life.

"Xiao Wu, I understand. I was the one acting like a fool these past few days; I promise this will never happen again."

Inside the room.

Xiao Wu turned her head toward Fu Qin with a slight tremble, a cunning smile curling her lips.

"See? Tang San is just an obedient dog in front of me. From now on, I will never let him touch me even once."

Hearing Xiao Wu's words, the power Fu Qin wielded within her became even more aggressive.

"Sister Xiao Wu, you are truly wicked. It's a good thing Third Brother doesn't know about what's between us, otherwise, I fear he would be infuriated to death."

Xiao Wu snuggled deeper into his arms, closing her eyes with a look of contentment, her tone carrying a hint of laziness.

"Xiao Qin, you are just too kind. You need to be more cautious in the future so you don't get tricked by other women."

At the break of dawn, after helping Xiao Wu change the bedsheets and quilt, Fu Qin returned to his own quarters without a sound.

If nothing went wrong.

Oscar should be breaking through to become a Soul Elder tonight.

Therefore, to prevent anyone from noticing anything unusual about Xiao Wu, he had finished his work early, giving her time to rest.

Soon.

After three hours of recovery, Xiao Wu was able to walk normally again.

Only, a lingering, lazy charm remained between her brows, and the look in her eyes when she gazed at Fu Qin held not only an inseparable depth of love but also a hint of lingering fear.

At the eight o'clock breakfast table, the states of the few were vastly different.

Fu Qin was in high spirits, his eyes showing no trace of fatigue; instead, they radiated a surging, vigorous masculine energy.

Xiao Wu wore a pale pink dress, her skin as white and lustrous as fine mutton-fat jade. Her brows and eyes were filled with spring, and her almond-shaped eyes were moist and lively, carrying a natural allure in every glance.

Even with her hair simply tied back, it could not hide that breathtaking beauty, though her footsteps faltered slightly when she stood up, only to be supported by Fu Qin without a word.

Zhu Zhuqing remained in her purple attire, which outlined her exquisite and graceful figure. Her skin was a cold, pale white, and her brows and eyes were as sharp as blades, which only served to highlight her exquisitely refined features. She was like a thorny black rose, cold and stunning, making others afraid to approach her easily.

Ning Rongrong wore a goose-yellow gauze dress, her hair styled in double buns, her cheeks round and full.

Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and spirited, carrying a hint of naive charm. Her skin was so delicate it seemed it would break at a touch, and when she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, sweet as a ripened peach, fully displaying the dainty and lovable nature of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's little princess.

In contrast, Tang San's face was as pale as paper, with heavy dark circles hanging under his eyes. He sat there swaying, clearly having been hollowed out the previous night.

After being shut out by Xiao Wu the night before, he had thought of the repeated instigation from Dai Mubai and the others and ultimately went to the brothel. He had intended to use alcohol to numb the grievance of being misunderstood, but he hadn't expected that a night of indulgence would leave him in such a state.

Seeing the gaze Xiao Wu cast his way, Tang San assumed she was worried about him. He forced himself to straighten his back, struggling to squeeze out a smile in an attempt to display his masculine spirit.

Little did he know that his pale complexion and unsteady footsteps had already exposed him completely.

A flash of undisguised contempt swept through the depths of Xiao Wu's eyes, and she sneered inwardly.

Having returned through rebirth, she clearly remembered that in her past life, Tang San had been affectionate and devoted before becoming a god. Yet, this boy before her, who was barely in his teens and already frequenting brothels, bore no resemblance to her husband from her past life.

She had wasted her energy being angry over his actions last night; thinking about it now, she realized she had simply overestimated him.

A man like this, let alone comparing him to Fu Qin, wasn't even as good as Dai Mubai from Shrek Academy. At the very least, Dai Mubai wouldn't be as drained as this ghost of a man, Tang San, after doing such things.

At nine o'clock sharp, Flender and Zhao Wuji appeared at the assembly point on time.

Before the Dean could speak, Oscar jumped out impatiently, his face full of wild joy, his voice loud enough to be heard across the entire academy.

"Dean! I've broken through! I'm now a level thirty quasi-Soul Elder! I just need one soul ring to advance to a Soul Elder!"

Flender's eyes lit up, a sharp glint flashing through his already shrewd pupils as he slapped his thigh and laughed.

"Good lad! The laps weren't in vain! In that case, the itinerary is adjusted! Old Zhao and I will take you all to the outskirts of the Star Dou Forest to hunt for your third soul ring!"

The group cheered, with the exception of Ning Rongrong, who pursed her lips and muttered, "Walking again? Can't we just hire a carriage?"

Despite her words, there was still a hint of anticipation hidden in her eyes; for her, the Star Dou Forest was considered a novel place.

Flender acted as if he hadn't heard her complaint and waved his hand, "Let's move!"

As soon as the words fell, the group prepared to set off, but just as Xiao Wu took a step, she stumbled, her brows instantly knitting together.

She had been worn out so thoroughly by Fu Qin last night that, at this moment, let alone running, even walking quickly made her legs feel weak.

Her eyes darted around, and she looked at Tang San not far away, her voice carrying just the right amount of weakness: "Brother San, I'm not feeling well. Could I trouble you to carry me for a while?"

Upon hearing this, Tang San's eyes lit up instantly!

He had been worrying about not having a chance to explain himself to Xiao Wu; this was simply a heaven-sent opportunity to make amends!

He forced himself to stand up, patted his chest, and said, "No problem, Xiao Wu, come on up!"

Fu Qin stood to the side, watching Tang San's unsteady footsteps, and chuckled to himself.

This girl, Xiao Wu, had clearly realized that Tang San's body was weak, and in the end, she would still need him to carry her.