Your Bed Is Gone

(Ah, I got the date wrong. Today's Friday...)

Texas stood there helplessly, not daring to move—not even a little.

The dormitory floor was far too fragile. It had borne far more force than it ever should have.

Bai Ye looked at Texas with amusement, then stepped forward and swept her into his arms.

"Tomorrow, I'll take you to the training grounds so you can properly get used to it. Forget about today."

Bai Ye leaned close and whispered into Texas's ear.

Texas's cheeks gradually flushed red, but she forced herself to look away and asked:

"Then what are you going to do now?"

"Your bed's been punched through. Can you still sleep on it? Sleep in my bed tonight." A faint smile appeared on Bai Ye's face.

Texas turned to look at her bed. She nodded at first, then suddenly remembered something and shot Bai Ye a deadpan glance.

"Don't you have Originium Arts that can repair things?"

"I suddenly forgot how to cast them today." Bai Ye said it with a perfectly straight face, showing none of the embarrassment of having been exposed by Texas.

Texas gave a soft snort.

"Liar. You just want to take advantage of me... Honestly, at least make it sound convincing..."

Bai Ye ignored Texas's complaints, carried her into his room, and slipped under the covers.

"Ah... There's really nothing I can do about you..."

Texas blinked, the corners of her lips lifting slightly. She nestled closer into Bai Ye's arms and peacefully closed her eyes.

"Let's start with the simplest thing: control. When it comes to power, the most important thing isn't strength, but control."

Early the next morning, Bai Ye dragged Texas to the training grounds.

Although the walls and floor here were still quite fragile to Bai Ye, Texas's current strength