More than half a month had passed since Wang Dong'er had treated them.
For El, those two weeks had been the most relaxing stretch of his life.
Every day, whenever he had nothing to do, he used his notebook to check the installation progress of the bomb that was Zhou Yi, teased Xiao Xiao, provoked Wang Dong'er, and then went for a stroll with Little Huo.
Of course, it would have been even better if he hadn't needed to attend classes.
"Mmm..."
Sprawled on his dormitory bed, El gave a sleepy yawn.
"I still can't let myself slack off too much."
The moment he started relaxing, his draconic instinct to laze around began kicking in.
"You call that slacking off?"
Across from El's bed, Wang Dong'er spoke irritably, dressed in pajamas with a stretch of slender calf exposed.
"You run straight to the library every day after class. Even when you come out to play, you never forget to flip through your notebook."
If even you count as a slacker, wouldn't that make this young master a lazy dog?
That last sentence lingered in Wang Dong'er's throat for a moment before she swallowed it back down.
Fine. She didn't want to admit it, but she really was a lazy dog.
"Say, haven't you been getting bolder lately?"
El's eyes drifted uncontrollably toward Miss Wang's swinging legs.
Her calves were long and elegantly shaped, her fair skin tinged with a healthy pink. Her ankles were slender and delicate, swaying idly back and forth.
Letting out a soft breath, El struggled to drag his gaze away.
He hadn't had any fights lately, life had become a little too comfortable, and Soul Masters developed far beyond others their age...
In short, he seemed to be feeling a little pent-up.
"Bolder?"
Wang Dong'er froze