Sharing a Dorm Bed, Is This Appropriate? Please, Brother Lin Wu!

Hearing herself called "Little Number Two," Tang San raised her watery eyes and shot Lin Wu a resentful glare.

But when she recalled his domineering, formidable bearing just now, the flutter that had only begun to sprout deep within her heart quietly spread again.

She rubbed at the reddened corners of her eyes, gave a soft hum, and muttered under her breath,

"Can't you call me Second Sister instead... What's with Little Number Two? It sounds awful... But you should still call me Third Sister."

Though she was still protesting weakly, her obedient, bashful appearance made it clear that she had completely accepted the outcome.

The setting sun slanted down, its golden afterglow spilling through Dorm Seven's doors and casting a layer of warmth over the mess on the floor.

With the commotion over, the new students of Dorm Seven now looked at Lin Wu with eyes filled not with their initial amazement, but with complete awe and worship.

Even Tang San, who could toss Wang Sheng around like a sandbag, had been subdued in one move.

This newly arrived "Brother Lin Wu" was an absolute monster!

Clutching his faintly aching chest, Wang Sheng shrewdly dragged over several bruised and battered underlings.

Tang San had beaten them up in her anger just now, but none of them dared voice their resentment.

They hurriedly began cleaning up the battlefield and moving the bedding, terrified that being too slow would upset their new boss.

That would probably hurt even more than Tang San's beating.

Standing in the middle of the dormitory, Lin Wu stretched his slightly sore joints, feeling utterly refreshed.

To be fair, that waist-bow throw had felt great.

But facing Tang San, that teary-eyed girl whose eyes had been filled with pink hearts, he still got chills whenever he thought about it.

"Boss... um, these are the two best beds in Dorm Seven."

Wang Sheng trotted over and pointed to the two wooden beds by the window, where the lighting was best.

"I had someone clean them up for you and Third Sister," he said with a fawning smile.

Lin Wu looked in the direction Wang Sheng pointed.

They really were two decent wooden beds, right beside the wall by the window, with good ventilation and plenty of light.

But the problem was—

There was less than half a foot between them. They were practically fitted tightly together!

In the original story, this was when Xiao Wu had disliked the old bedding and insisted on pushing her bed together with Tang San's so they could sleep together.

But now...

The corner of Lin Wu's mouth twitched as he turned to look beside him.

The petite, delicate Tang San was sitting on the wooden bed that belonged to her.

With her head lowered, she held her legs tightly together, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her coarse cloth clothes.

Her snow-white neck and earlobes were still flushed with lingering redness.

A few tear tracks remained on her exquisitely pretty face, making her look as pitiful as could be.

As though sensing Lin Wu's gaze, Tang San's delicate body trembled slightly, and she timidly raised her head.

Yet the instant their eyes met in midair, Lin Wu's eyelid suddenly twitched, aided by the sharp perception of the Love God Inheritance—

Good grief!

The pink heart bubbles deep within that girl's watery black eyes had not faded at all.

They were even stronger than when she had been knocked flat onto the floor just now!

They almost seemed to have turned into a tangible, cloying sweetness!

A chill ran down Lin Wu's back.

No, these beds absolutely could not be pushed together!

This little Third Sister had clearly had her affection score "punched" out by him.

If they shared a bed at night, who knew what indescribable or unforeseen upheaval might happen?

He was an innocent young man carrying a god-tier inheritance. He could not let this hidden masochistic girl lead him astray!

"Wang Sheng."

Lin Wu cleared his throat and spoke with a solemn expression.

"Pull these two beds apart. Leave at least two meters between them...

No, three meters! Men and women should keep their distance. How could they be pushed together?"

Wang Sheng froze at Lin Wu's words, scratching his head in confusion.

"Huh? But the new student dorm is already cramped, and these were originally one whole set of beds by the window..."

"Just do as you're told. Why are you talking so much?"

Lin Wu waved his hand, ready to logically separate the two beds completely.

However, just as Wang Sheng was about to step forward and move them, a soft, delicate voice filled with grievance and urgency suddenly rang out.

"W-Wait!"

Lin Wu and Wang Sheng both froze and turned around.

Tang San, who had been sitting by the bed, had abruptly risen to her feet.

Because she had moved too quickly, her petite body even swayed slightly.

Her misty black eyes stared straight at Lin Wu, while her delicate face flushed bright red.

"Student Tang San, is something wrong?" Lin Wu asked, somewhat bewildered.

Tang San clutched the wrinkled hem of her clothes tightly, her pearly teeth biting her lower lip.

Shyness, unease, and an indescribable plea mingled across her fair face.

Taking small, hesitant steps, she slowly made her way over to Lin Wu.

She lowered her head in embarrassment and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"B-Brother Lin Wu, could you... not pull the beds apart?"

Lin Wu was stunned, almost unable to believe his ears.

He looked the little girl up and down. Her head was lowered, and her whole face was flushed red. The corner of his mouth twitched as he lowered his voice.

"Student Tang San, do you know what you're saying?

You're a girl, and I'm a boy! If the two of us push our beds together and sleep side by side... is that appropriate?!"

"I... I know it isn't appropriate..."

Hearing the direct refusal in Lin Wu's voice, Tang San's delicate body shuddered, and her reddened eyes immediately grew even redder.

Ever since leaving Holy Soul Village, she had borne everything alone.

Here at this unfamiliar Nuoding Academy,

this young man before her, not only incomparably handsome but also someone who had utterly overwhelmed and conquered her with absolute dominance in strength,

had unknowingly become her only source of reliance and solace.

What was more... for some reason,

whenever she was near Lin Wu, the Mysterious Heaven Technique circulating sluggishly within her felt inexplicably comfortable and close.

It was as though some unseen bloodline attraction existed between them.

"But... but I only have one tattered blanket, and it gets so cold here at night..."

With a faint sob in her voice and a pitiful tremble, the girl awkwardly tugged on Lin Wu's sleeve.

She raised her little face, wet with tears and red around the eyes.

Her watery eyes were full of dependence and pleading, as if she would burst into tears completely the next second.

"Please... Brother Lin Wu..."

"Can't we just push them together? I... I'll behave at night. I definitely won't disturb you..."

That soft, sweet "Brother Lin Wu," filled with endless grievance and pleading, transformed directly into an invisible hammer that slammed hard into Lin Wu's heart!

Lin Wu looked at this little chrysanthemum before him, tears hanging at the corners of her eyes as she pitifully tugged at his clothes.

He could also feel the wildly overflowing "heart-fluttering and attachment" fed back by the Love God Inheritance.

His entire body went numb.

In the original story, Tang San had only pushed the beds together because Xiao Wu had pestered her until she had no choice.

How had it become... the mighty God King Tang San crying and begging him to push their beds together?!

Looking at the girl's devastatingly beautiful yet miserably pitiful face, Lin Wu held his forehead in pain and let out a long sigh.

How had they developed feelings after a fight? Tang San, something was wrong with you!

Forget it.

Lin Wu thought about it. After all, he had planted the cause himself, so he would just have to bear the consequences.