Lu Xiao with a Girl in Each Arm! Ning Fengzhi Blocked His Door!

She was still young, though, and could not make sense of this strange feeling.

She only knew that whenever she drew close to the boy before her, the unease in her heart faded by more than half.

The campfire crackled, its orange-red flames dancing and lighting up Lu Xiao's profile.

He had sharp brows and bright eyes, a handsome face, and none of a young man's ostentation in his gaze. Instead, he carried a steadiness and depth far beyond his years.

Ning Rongrong sighed inwardly. How could there be someone so good-looking in this world? Unable to help herself, she secretly stole a few more glances at him.

At that very instant, Lu Xiao seemed to sense something and slowly turned his eyes toward her.

Their gazes met abruptly.

From Ning Rongrong's perspective.

The night wind suddenly stilled. Even the soft rustling of bamboo leaves in the woods seemed to gently subside, and the orange-red firelight appeared to slow by half a beat as it quietly fell into their eyes.

Lu Xiao's eyes were far too clear, and far too tranquil.

Ning Rongrong's pupils shrank slightly. Her delicate earlobes quietly reddened, and she hurriedly lowered her head, pretending to focus on eating the roasted meat.

She had grown up in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and had seen countless extraordinarily gifted geniuses within the sect, yet she had never met a boy as unique as him.

Watching Ning Rongrong's odd behavior, Lu Xiao looked puzzled. "What's wrong? Is the roasted meat not to your taste?"

Ning Rongrong hurriedly shook her head, her cheeks stuffed full like a little squirrel caught stealing food. In a soft, muffled voice, she said, "It's so good! It smells even better than the roasted meat made by the imperial chefs!"

Du Busi snorted at that. With a flick of his fingers, he made another clean cut, and a large chunk of charred meat fell from the beast leg, its fat glistening crystal-clear.

"Of course!"

His tone carried a hint of pride. "This old man roasted it himself. How could it compare to the ordinary cooking of mortal kitchens?"

The people of the Body Sect had eaten soul beasts since childhood. Calling their methods of cooking soul beasts the best in the world would not be wrong at all!

"But you little girl shouldn't eat too much. This soul beast contains a peculiar toxin. It won't harm the human body, but it will make those with weak Soul Power fall into a drunken state!"

Ning Rongrong nodded, but her thoughts were entirely fixed on Lu Xiao. How could she possibly listen to Du Busi's warning?

Seeing this, Du Busi merely smiled faintly and said nothing...

Ning Rongrong took bite after bite of the soft, fragrant roasted meat, savoring it with great delight.

At first, nothing felt amiss. She only felt the power contained in the meat warming her entire body, leaving her especially comfortable.

From time to time, she lifted her eyes to sneak glances at Lu Xiao, her gaze brimming with innocent delight and her heart sweet and soft.

But before long, a subtle dizziness crept over her.

It was as though she were stepping on soft clouds. Her whole body felt light and floaty, while her once-clear vision gradually clouded over with a hazy mist.

The campfire, bamboo grove, and figures before her all began to sway gently. Even Lu Xiao's calm profile became blurry and incomparably gentle.

Ning Rongrong shook her little head, trying to dispel the strange drowsiness, but her mind only grew heavier and more swollen. Her entire body turned languid and weak, and she could barely sit steadily.

Only then did she belatedly recall Du Busi's earlier words—this roasted meat really could make someone drunk.

"So, so dizzy..."

The little girl murmured softly. Her body swayed, then uncontrollably tipped toward the side.

Lu Xiao's eyes shifted slightly. He raised a hand and gently but steadily supported her slender shoulder, finding it soft and warm beneath his palm.

Ning Rongrong's little face was flushed and scorching hot, and mist clouded her clear eyes.

Du Busi glanced at the little princess, who was plainly drunk, and said flatly, "I told you not to eat too much, but you wouldn't listen. See what happened now?"

Xiao Wu leaned closer to inspect the dazed Ning Rongrong and softly suggested, "It's too late, and the wind is cold in the back mountain. She's drunk like this, so why not let her rest in the Bamboo Building for the night?"

Lu Xiao nodded slightly.

Ning Rongrong must have told Ning Fengzhi before coming out, right?

He could not possibly send Ning Rongrong back in her current state.

It would be too hard to explain!

He settled Ning Rongrong in an empty room in the Bamboo Building, gently covered her with the bedding, and then left the room.

The night deepened.

Ning Rongrong, who had initially been sleeping peacefully, grew increasingly hot and restless in her dreams.

Her drunkenness had not faded, her consciousness was muddled, and that soothing, refreshing scent by her side had vanished as well.

In a daze, she lifted the bedding, placed her tiny bare feet on the cool bamboo floor, and staggered unsteadily like a lost little white rabbit.

Half asleep and half awake, she had completely forgotten where she was. Guided by the purest instinct, her small body stumbled slowly toward that familiar scent.

In another room, Lu Xiao had already fallen into a deep sleep.

In a familiar and secure environment, he let down all his guard. The exhaustion of the past several days surged over him, and he fell asleep the moment his head touched the pillow, his breathing deep and steady.

His brows and eyes were relaxed. Stripped of his daytime composure, he looked more peacefully at ease, completely unaware that a small figure was approaching him.

Ning Rongrong's mind was heavy and muddled. She pressed her little hand against the bamboo door and slowly pushed the cool door open.

Ning Rongrong stood on tiptoe with her exquisite little jade-like feet on the cool, smooth bamboo floor. Her steps were light and unsteady, her body swaying like a gentle evening breeze.

Guided by the purest instinct in her heart, she slowly made her way to the bedside.

The clean, crisp scent of Lu Xiao washed over her and completely enveloped her.

Her drunkenness surged, and sleep weighed heavily upon her.

Ning Rongrong bent down slightly, her slender little hand cautiously resting on the edge of the bedding as she gently lifted one corner.

The next instant, her small body carefully slipped inside, curling up softly beneath the covers.

Under the bedding, Lu Xiao's warm body heat gently enveloped her.

In an instant, all the heat and dizziness throughout her body vanished.

Only security and comfort remained, completely relaxing her muddled body and mind.

Without reservation, she nestled closer. Her little hands opened and tightly wrapped around Lu Xiao's arm as her whole body obediently leaned against him.

"Soft... warm... so nice to hold..."

The next morning.

Lu Xiao was jolted awake by a rapid knock at the door.

His mind was still hazy, and he instinctively tried to lift a hand to rub his brow, only to suddenly notice that his left arm felt stiff and heavy.

Something soft and warm clung tightly to his arm.

Lu Xiao's heart skipped a beat, and most of his lingering drowsiness vanished at once.

Ning Rongrong was curled up at his side, her arms tightly wrapped around his arm, her little face lightly pressed against his sleeve, her breathing even and deep.

After a full night of peaceful sleep, most of the flush on her cheeks had faded, leaving only a faint pink tint.

Lu Xiao's heart suddenly tightened, and his mind cleared in an instant.

Knock, knock, knock—

The knocking outside sounded again.

Gu Rong's low, hoarse voice came from beyond the door. His tone was calm yet imposing, each word heavy. "Lu Xiao, open the door."

Before Lu Xiao could recover, the bedding beside him bulged slightly, and a pair of slender, fair little hands lifted the corner of the covers.

Xiao Wu poked out her small head, her black hair slightly disheveled, blinking her large sleepy eyes.

Rubbing her eyes, she mumbled softly, "Lu Xiao, what's going on? Why is it so noisy so early in the morning..."

At that instant, Lu Xiao completely froze, his scalp tingling.

"Xiao Wu!"

Lu Xiao reached out to cover Xiao Wu's mouth and shushed her. "Why are you here?"

On his left was Ning Rongrong, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, still sound asleep. And from the inner side of the bedcovers emerged Xiao Wu, who had just woken up with a bewildered look on her face.

Outside stood Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong!

Unless Lu Xiao possessed a tongue capable of talking the dead back to life, he would never be able to clear his name, even if he jumped into the Lake of Life!

Outside the door, Ning Fengzhi's gentle voice sounded again, unhurried yet carrying a trace of severity. "Lu Xiao, open the door. We have been waiting for quite some time."