Xiao Tian's God-Tier Assist

After Gao Yang spoke, he slowly slipped an arm beneath the girl's neck and drew her gently into his embrace.

Ning Rongrong did not push him away. Instead, she lifted her head slightly to make it easier for him to hold her, then slipped an arm around his waist.

Gao Yang smiled. He took her small hand and laced his fingers through hers, leaving not the slightest gap between them.

"Ah... Gao Yang, you just love tricking Rongrong. What smell of wine...?"

Feeling the warmth against her cheek, Ning Rongrong fought down her embarrassment and said something to ease the awkwardness.

"Sorry. Even if I don't smell like wine, I must still smell awful."

"No... not at all... You smell... really nice, Gao Yang..."

"Really?"

"Rea—oh, don't make Rongrong say such embarrassing things!" The girl simply closed her eyes and let her cheeks burn red. "Gao Yang, at least kiss me somewhere else. Don't... mm..."

A long while later, their lips parted.

Gao Yang did not press his luck. Before Ning Rongrong could push him away, he rolled off her.

"Sorry. I couldn't help myself. I kissed you on the lips again."

Gao Yang touched his lips with his fingers, still savoring their sweetness.

"You're awful, Gao Yang! I'm not talking to you anymore!"

Ning Rongrong realized she seemed to have fallen for his little scheme.

Yet she did not feel angry. Instead, a sweet thrill stole through her heart.

We've kissed before anyway. What's one more time...

Right, just this once. Next time, no matter what Gao Yang says, Rongrong won't let him kiss her on the lips!

With that, Ning Rongrong got up and headed back to her tent to rest.

Gao Yang knew that if he kept teasing her, he really would go too far.

So he did not stop her. But then something unexpected happened: a Soul Beast's roar suddenly burst from the depths of the dark forest.

The roar carried the spiritual pressure of a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, sweeping away the intimate mood in an instant!

"Ah! Gao Yang!"

Ning Rongrong instinctively ran behind Gao Yang, but she was so frightened that she twisted her ankle and fell flat on level ground!

Gao Yang reacted in a flash and caught her in his arms before she hit the ground!

"At least an Eighty-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. We can't beat it. Run!"

Gao Yang made the assessment calmly.

Held in his arms, Ning Rongrong did not look down on him for fleeing without a fight. Instead, she felt utterly safe.

No wonder the sect required support-type disciples to marry Battle Soul Masters. Oscar really could not give her this sense of security...

Of course, Ning Rongrong knew that if danger truly came, Oscar would gladly die for her!

But...

Wouldn't that just be swallowing hardship for no reason and suffering for nothing?

If I choose Gao Yang instead of Oscar, then at least neither of them has to die in the end, right?

Gao Yang had no idea what the girl in his arms was thinking. He was busy complaining to himself.

Xiao Tian, you went way too far with this assist!

Still, Gao Yang had to admit he was surprised. Before he knew it, Xiao Tian had grown comparable to an Eighty-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

Perhaps that unassuming Black Tiger had already become the third-strongest fighter in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Carrying Ning Rongrong, Gao Yang fled all the way to the edge of the Star Dou Great Forest before stopping.

Seeing his forehead drenched in sweat, Ning Rongrong's heart softened. She took out the handkerchief she kept on her and carefully wiped his brow.

Gao Yang, meanwhile, took jars and bottles of ointment, pills, and medicinal wine from his Soul Tool and said to her,

"Rongrong, take off your shoe. I need to put medicine on your ankle first, or you won't be able to walk tomorrow!"

Ning Rongrong was embarrassed, but she knew this was no time to fuss.

As she pulled off her boot, she prayed.

It's only been two days since I washed my feet. They shouldn't smell too bad...

What if the smell makes Gao Yang faint...?

Just as Ning Rongrong slowly removed her stocking, revealing a slender, pale ankle, Gao Yang's vision blurred.

[Shen He won't allow the following scene. Forcibly exiting first-person view!]

Back in his dorm room at Shrek Academy, Gao Yang stared blankly.

What the hell!

You skip it right when things are getting good?!

Fuck you! Give me a refund!

Oh, wait, I haven't actually spent any money yet. No, that's not right!

Isn't my time worth money?!

You won't let me watch this or write that!

Meanwhile, the video system next door shows off legs and boobs like crazy. Its suggestive shots are practically flying off the screen!

You're a text system, and you won't even describe slightly intimate physical contact!

Is there no justice? No law?!

The Evil God System ignored Gao Yang's furious complaints and continued the Simulation.

[You held the girl's slender foot and carefully applied herbs to her ankle to improve circulation and ease the bruising. Ning Rongrong was shy, but what happened tonight had undeniably brought the two of you closer.]

[On the way back to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, your interactions grew more intimate. Sometimes, Ning Rongrong came straight to your bed and held out her soft, fair foot for you to apply medicine. Then she had you massage it too, complaining that walking for so many days had nearly worn her out!]

[Passing through a small town, Ning Rongrong invited you to go shopping with her. She took your hand naturally, lacing her fingers through yours without the slightest gap, as though such contact had become a matter of course. The two of you had a wonderful time that day. Neither of you even realized that, in all your interactions, you had grown closer than many couples.]

I'm so damn frustrated!

I don't want to read text!

I want the first-person view!

I've been single for decades! How am I supposed to imagine a romance this sweet from text alone?!

But no matter how Gao Yang protested, the system paid him no mind and went on with the Simulation.

[After you returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, your closeness with Ning Rongrong cooled slightly. Life seemed to return to normal. Three months passed, and Oscar finally came back. This time, he carried a sword of simple, dignified design. You recognized it at once as your Family Heirloom Sword. It seemed your Soul Saint father had acknowledged the young man's character and talent.]

Sure enough. That's a man with a bit of Protagonist Halo for you.

Even Gao Yang could not help admiring Oscar a little.

[As promised, you began teaching Oscar a Self-Created Soul Skill. Having a food-type Soul Master practice swordsmanship set tongues wagging throughout the sect, but no one dared make things difficult for Oscar under your watch. Oscar was indeed tenacious. However harsh your training methods, he gritted his teeth and persevered. You were not picking on him; you genuinely wanted to polish this uncut jade.]

[Sword practice and sect assignments took up much of Oscar's time. Sometimes, he and Ning Rongrong could meet only once a month. During that time, you grew ever closer to her. Now and then, she took you shopping to unwind, openly holding your hand without caring that she was the sect's little princess. When she was in a good mood, she even tickled your palm with her finger, and when you kissed her cheek, she kissed you back.]

[You felt the time was nearly right to take things a step further. So you prepared to...]

[1. "Ning Rongrong, let's go to the seaside and see the Sea Soul Masters and Sea Soul Beasts Grandpa Three told us about."]

[2. "Ning Rongrong, let's go to the Star Dou Empire. Haven't you been worrying about whether Zhu Zhuqing managed to seize power?"]

[3. "Ning Rongrong, can you teach me Heart Separation Control?"]