Bedside Douluo

"What's wrong?" Chen Ling held her small hand with some confusion, acting completely natural.

"Nothing at all." Ya Li shook her head gently, her eyes curving, a flash of slyness quickly sweeping across the depths of those eyes.

Mere little lasses wanted to compete with him.

"Big Brother Ling, go wash up quickly. I'll go upstairs and wait for you first."

With that, Ya Li stepped lightly and turned to head upstairs, even looking back before leaving to cast a seductive glance, forming a stark contrast to her usual dignified and gentle demeanor.

Chen Ling used his spiritual sense to sweep roughly around with some confusion, finding no anomalies, just feeling slightly puzzled as to why Xiao Wu wasn't around.

On second thought, he relaxed. Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing had just arrived at the academy not long ago, and with a few young girls gathering together, it was most likely they had huddled up for some lively fun.

In the upstairs room, listening to the footsteps approaching step by step outside, Ning Rongrong's heart beat wildly, practically leaping out of her throat.

A small puddle had accumulated inside the empty wardrobe at this moment, and her whole body still shivered uncontrollably.

At a glance, she was sweating from pure excitement.

Zhu Zhuqing, who was cosplaying as the bedside Douluo, was exceptionally calm instead.

For some reason, she felt an incomparable sense of relief the moment she crawled in, as if she had finally returned home.

Click—

The door handle turned, and Ya Li pushed the door open and walked in.

Zhu Zhuqing under the bed was dumbfounded on the spot—why were these high heels?

Before Zhu Zhuqing could even warn her, Ning Rongrong in the wardrobe suddenly lunged forward in a flying pounce, but just as her body was halfway airborne, a warm and gentle Soul Power steadily caught her, lifted her up lightly, and dropped her heavily back into the wardrobe.

"Huh?"

Above Ning Rongrong's small head were big question marks—where did this pretty sister come from?

Before she even had time to speak and ask, Ya Li raised her slender hand, and with a "bang," the wardrobe door slammed shut heavily, locking it tight and secure.

No fighting, there's a cow.

Only then did Ning Rongrong react belatedly; she didn't want to be a pink-haired loser.

"Let me out! No, don't! Big Brother Chen Ling is mine, wuwuwu."

Yet Ning Rongrong's voice failed to transmit outward in the slightest, steadily blocked inside by the Soul Power, while the sounds from outside could clearly reach her ears.

Zhu Zhuqing under the bed didn't dare make a single peep either, covering her mouth for fear of making a sound.

She raised her eyes cautiously, meeting Ya Li's gently smiling gaze right on. She saw Ya Li's slender finger pressed against her lips, making a shushing gesture toward her, gentle yet carrying undeniable oppression.

A moment later, the door was pushed open again, and Chen Ling walked in slowly, raising his eyes to meet Ya Li's affectionate gaze.

Ya Li walked up slowly, her slender little hands resting gently on Chen Ling's shoulders, slowly closing her eyes as she leaned in proactively and clumsily bit his lips.

Silence filled the room, leaving only their slightly hurried breathing.

"Big Brother Ling~~" Ya Li called out affectionately, a sound that seemed to flip a switch, instantly awakening the sleeping Dragon.

An invisible barrier unfolded, concealing the earth-shattering commotion within the room.

Yet the inside of the room was hardly unaffected.

A room that should have held only two people felt somewhat crowded with four.

Listening to the oh-ho-ho-ho sounds coming from outside the cabinet, Ning Rongrong closed her eyes in despair.

Go a bit easier, it hurts my heart, wuwuwu.

Zhu Zhuqing curled up under the bed, the sounds above growing louder and louder, the expression on her face gradually shifting from tension to terror.

The sounds grew progressively higher-pitched, accompanied by muffled thuds, sounding like countless drum sets buzzing beside her ears.

Ning Rongrong: →)╥﹏╥)

Zhu Zhuqing: Σ(°△°|||)︴

Ya Li: ○|￣|_--

A quiet night slipped by, and the warm morning sun filtered through the lattice window, gently spilling onto the wardrobe door panels and dispelling the ambiguity of last night.

With a soft pat.

A pink figure fell straight out of the wardrobe like a broken pink doll, radiating utter disillusionment throughout her entire body.

Ning Rongrong slowly raised her eyes, meeting the gaze of Zhu Zhuqing, who was poking her head out from under the bed.

Their eyes met, and the two fell into a prolonged silence, so awkward their toes curled into the floor.

Just as Ning Rongrong wanted to start a conversation, her body suddenly felt light, and someone lifted her up effortlessly like a kitten.

Raising her head to meet Chen Ling's gaze, she instantly switched to good-girl mode, blinking her big, watery eyes with a face full of innocence.

"Big Brother Chen Ling." Ning Rongrong's voice instantly turned soft and cute, tinged with a hint of innocence.

Chen Ling was speechless as well.

Had he not noticed the cabinet door seeping water outward, he never would have discovered that people were hiding inside.

He cast a quirky, up-and-down glance at the young girl; the lower half of Ning Rongrong's clothes was practically soaked through—was she really that repressed?

Immediately, his gaze shifted downward to the figure under the bed trying to hide herself deeper, and the quirky feeling in his heart intensified.

Was this some kind of Star Luo heritage?

Were you a bedside Douluo too?

Ya Li's cultivation was also rank ninety-eight; had he not carefully investigated her concealment, he truly wouldn't have discovered them.

Chen Ling raised his hand, reached out with a scoop, dragged the curled-up ball of Zhu Zhuqing out from under the bed, and placed her gently on the mattress.

The two little girls obediently closed their eyes, lowering their heads while waiting anxiously and uneasily for Chen Ling's punishment. Zhu Zhuqing in particular felt her heart fluttering up and down, terrified that her rash act of meddling would displease Chen Ling.

After all, she was only roped in by Ning Rongrong to make up numbers; Ning Rongrong had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect backing her, while her own back was full of trouble.

Chen Ling chuckled and rubbed both of their heads, truly unable to utter any harsh words.

He could tell at a glance that this was definitely Ning Rongrong's idea, and he found it somewhat哭笑不得. Ya Li herself was also an unexpected surprise; he hadn't expected the system reward character card to take this form.

"Just like Xiao Wu, you two can move right in and live here."

Ning Rongrong chuckled stupidly, then plunged directly into Chen Ling's embrace, delivering an epic lung-deep inhalation.

"Hehe, I knew Big Brother Chen Ling is the best." She rubbed against Chen Ling's chest, her tone full of jubilation.

Now that she had moved in, would she be afraid of missing out on a meal? Even if she hadn't seized the initiative, as long as there was food to eat, it was fine.

She let out two silly chuckles, and her small hands began wandering mischievously again.

Chen Ling pinned down her unruly little hands—she couldn't go touching things wildly; that would lead to major problems.

His gaze shifted once more to Zhu Zhuqing, who kept her head lowered in silence, and he released the Ning Rongrong in his arms.

"Your Majesty..." Zhu Zhuqing lowered her head, her voice tiny and soft, carrying a trace of cautious nervousness.

"There's no need to be so distant. From now on, just call me Big Brother Chen Ling, same as Rongrong."

Chen Ling pinched the young girl's cheek. Who would have thought that a girl with such a blazing figure actually still had some baby fat on her face?

"Mm."

Zhu Zhuqing felt the warm sensation on her cheek, showing not the slightest bit of resistance. Instead, she tilted her head slightly and affectionately rubbed against his palm.

As for the Jazz Luxury Cat aspect.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong refused to be outdone, grabbing Chen Ling's hand and placing it right on herself.

She wanted to be petted too.

Chen Ling's face instantly darkened: This lass, just where is she trying to make me touch?