Ning Rongrong had barely pushed open the dormitory door when she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"Ah!"
She patted her chest and gulped for air. Beneath her white dress, her breasts rose and fell sharply. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open before she finally recognized the familiar face sitting in the chair—neither particularly handsome nor ugly, yet somehow pleasing to look at.
"You!" She pointed at Yang Xing, her voice shrill with anger. "Can you stop appearing and disappearing like some ghost? My heart nearly leaped out of my chest! Are you a ghost? Do you not make any sound when you walk?"
Though she scolded him, the corners of her eyes curved up unconsciously.
That hint of a smile was faint, hidden beneath her look of disdain. No one would notice it without looking closely.
Xiao Wu, standing half a step behind her, reacted entirely differently.
The moment Xiao Wu recognized that face, her body went rigid. Her feet felt as heavy as lead as she instinctively retreated a step. Her scorpion braid swayed twice, and the rosy color drained visibly from her face, replaced by a pallor she was struggling to suppress.
Her hand gripped the doorframe. Her knuckles turned white.
Yang Xing sat in the chair with one leg crossed over the other, holding several nuts in his hand. He cracked one with a crunch, looking as relaxed as though he were in his own home.
"Am I really that scary?" He raised a brow at Ning Rongrong.
Ning Rongrong snorted. Only after patting her chest did her ears belatedly register what Yang Xing had said upon entering.
Upgrade her Martial Soul.
The four words exploded in her mind.
Ning Rongrong's pupils widened.
She rushed up to Yang Xing in a single stride, both hands nearly