Tang Wutong: We Can Squeeze In Together!

Xiang Jun stared at her with dead-fish eyes. If he remembered correctly, Han Ruoruo was nearly thirty and still a virgin.

"Ruoruo, if you've got time to pry into my relationship with Tang Wutong, you'd be better off finding yourself a boyfriend."

Xiang Jun's words brought a blush to Han Ruoruo's face. She shot him a coquettish glare and huffed. "You think I don't want to? But the men in our Inner Court... the less said, the better."

Then she remembered that her two close friends, Wu Ming and Zhang Lexuan, were still single too, and felt much better.

She could bear seeing her friends suffer. It was seeing them cruise past in a luxury car that hurt!

"Hmph! You dare tease me now, little Xiang Jun? Your big sister thinks you're awfully brave!" Han Ruoruo put on a fierce look and pinched his cheeks with both hands.

Are you kidding? I'm incredibly brave!

He gently pulled her hands away. Before he could speak, an unfamiliar woman's voice, bright with a hint of boldness, rang out.

"Oh? Ruoruo, no wonder I haven't seen you around lately. You've been hiding here, flirting with your junior!"

Xiang Jun looked up. A tall, upright Inner Court student was glancing between him and Han Ruoruo, a knowing smile on her face.

"Don't talk nonsense, Ming'er! Xiang Jun is my student in the Outer Court!" The tips of Han Ruoruo's ears reddened as she hurried to protest.

"Oh?"

"So it's a student-teacher romance! No wonder you've been single all these years and ignored every man who's pursued you. You like younger men!"

"Wh-what are you talking about, Ming'er? Keep this up and I won't speak to you!" As though the woman had struck a nerve, Han Ruoruo's gaze darted away, and she couldn't bring herself to look Xiang Jun in the eye.

"Sure, sure."

Ignoring Han Ruoruo, the woman plopped down beside Xiang Jun and propped one slender, strong leg on the bench, without a trace of ladylike restraint.

"Kid, you look like an Outer Court student. I'm Wu Ming. What's your name?"

Wu Ming?

The Golden Crow Saintess, one of the Inner Court's two living volcanoes alongside Ma Xiaotao?

"Xiang Jun. I'm Ruoruo's student in the Outer Court," he answered honestly.

"Whether you're really just Ruoruo's student is for me to decide!"

Wu Ming gave him a crooked grin and looked him over without the slightest restraint. "Hmm, pretty handsome, and you're built well too. But I wonder how strong you are. If your cultivation's too weak, Ruoruo might pin you down and have her way with you!"

"Ming'er! What are you saying?"

Xiang Jun: ...

He knew women outnumbered men in the Inner Court, but had things gotten this desperate?

Just listen to the things she was saying!

Dinner passed in a cheerful atmosphere. After saying goodbye to Han Ruoruo and Wu Ming, Xiang Jun hurried back to the Outer Court.

After all, sweet, soft little Huo was waiting for him in the Dormitory.

When Xiang Jun returned, he found Tang Wutong sitting on his bed, staring at Huo Yuxi across the room while Huo Yuxi stared right back.

"What are you two doing? And Tang Wutong, why are you in the boys' Dormitory again?" Xiang Jun rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"Xiang Jun? You're back!"

"Welcome back, Brother Xiang Jun."

Tang Wutong's face lit up, but her voice soon turned aggrieved. "It's all that new white-haired, stone-faced girl's fault! They put me in the same room as her. Just seeing her annoys me!"

White-haired, stone-faced girl?

You mean Gu Yuena?

Xiang Jun's eye twitched. He handed his coat to Huo Yuxi beside him.

Sweet, soft little Huo really is the easiest to get along with.

As Xiang Jun was about to sit down, he noticed a curtain had appeared between his bed and Huo Yuxi's.

"Yuxi, what's this about?"

"Th-this is the curtain Wutong put up. While you were away, she slept in your bed." Huo Yuxi pursed her lips and answered obediently.

What? Tang Wutong's been sleeping in my bed?

Xiang Jun stared in shock, then instinctively looked at the pink-and-blue-haired girl beside him. Her face was already bright red.

"What's the problem? We're good friends, aren't we? You wouldn't make this princess live with that white-haired, stone-faced girl, would you?" Tang Wutong forced down her embarrassment and spoke as if she had every right to be there.

"I'm worried you'll drool on my pillow."

Xiang Jun gave her a disdainful look, then asked, "So what do we do tonight?"

At that, Tang Wutong glanced toward Huo Yuxi and said shyly, "If you don't mind, we could squeeze in together. It's not like you'd be losing out..."

"Anyway, even if I, Tang Wutong, have to sleep on the street or jump from here, I will never share a room with that awful white-haired, stone-faced girl again!"

At the mention of Gu Yuena, Tang Wutong's shyness vanished. The way she gritted her teeth made Xiang Jun shake his head.

What do you mean, we could squeeze in together?

You're a girl!

Did sharing a room with Gu Yuena make you start offering yourself up too?

"I'll squeeze in with Yuhao instead. You're out."

Huo Yuxi, who had been looking dejected, froze at Xiang Jun's words.

Sq-squeeze in with me?

Huo Yuxi blinked in confusion and met Xiang Jun's teasing gaze.

"I-if it's you, Brother Xiang Jun, I don't mind..."

"Hmph! You two are definitely hiding something from this princess. I'll be keeping an eye on you both!" After being flatly rejected, Tang Wutong pouted and looked back and forth between them.

"Oh, right. I heard a new hot-spring tavern opened in Shrek City. How about this princess treats you both to a soak tomorrow, to make up for the past few days?"

Hot springs? If they don't let everyone bathe together, I'm not interested.

Xiang Jun showed little enthusiasm, while Huo Yuxi, who was disguised as a boy, shook her head repeatedly.

"Forget the hot springs. How about cash instead?"

At the sight of Xiang Jun's outstretched hand, Tang Wutong flushed red. She pulled the pure-white stocking off one leg and flung it hard into his face.

"Go to hell!"

Night fell. Tang Wutong buried her face in the pillow and took a deep breath.

Ahh... it smells like Xiang Jun...

The scent left Tang Wutong flushed and entranced. Her legs, wrapped around the quilt, rubbed together a few times of their own accord.

Through the curtain, she watched Xiang Jun quietly cultivating. Her gaze grew hazy, and her hand slipped beneath the quilt.