Team Strengthening Plan, Activate

Wang Dong'er opened her beautiful eyes. The coolness on her face melted the moment she saw Chen Ling, like winter ice thawing in spring, leaving her eyes full of tenderness.

She lunged toward him, ready to throw herself into his arms. Chen Ling opened his arms out of habit, but he seemed to have forgotten something.

Mid-leap, Wang Dong'er changed course and twisted the soft flesh at his waist.

The move was so practiced it looked as though she had rehearsed it countless times—fast, precise, and merciless.

Chen Ling could have dodged, but his body made no move to do so. Instead, he relaxed, making it easier for her.

"Hiss."

He sucked in a sharp breath.

Oh no. This girl isn't like Ya Li. I smell like Xiao Wu all over.

"Which little temptress do you smell like this time?"

Wang Dong'er stared at him as if she could bore a hole through him with her eyes.

She knew perfectly well that Chen Ling was an incorrigible womanizer, but it still hurt when it happened.

"Mm..." Wang Dong'er looked at him and pouted like a pink-and-blue kitten huffing in protest.

"Don't do that next time. At least... at least take me with you." Her voice dwindled to a whisper by the end.

The hand pinching his waist slowly slid around his back. She wrapped both arms around him and nestled against his chest.

Chen Ling's heart stirred, though he wasn't surprised. His Dong'er had always been understanding.

He pulled her even closer, then lowered his head and caught her lips with his.

On the Cloudcrag Team's training ground, Xiao Wu suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason.

"Strange."

She rubbed her nose, feeling as though something momentous had happened.

In Pope Hall, Bibi Dong sat on the papal throne with