"Refuse if you dislike it—no need to hit me."
An Zhen lay with his head pillowed on warmth-keeping white silk stockings, gazing at the ceiling as pale hands gently massaged his cheeks. Beside him, the pink-blue-haired beauty in sportswear fumed.
She had kicked at him earlier, but he dodged effortlessly—claiming invincibility within his dreamscape. Now he'd conjured a duplicate of her in a dress and white silk stockings to provide lap pillows and massages.
"Fine."
"Have it your way."
An Zhen conceded quickly.
"Hmph. Better." Wang Dong crossed her arms, pleased at winning the argument—and more importantly, gaining power without cultivation. While unsure how to spend this free time, avoiding training delighted her.
Snap!
The snap echoed. Wang Dong glanced around, anticipating changes. "Must you snap every time you use your ability?"
"No. Just feels more ceremonial."
The barrier vanished.
A meditating girl appeared before Wang Dong. The boy opposite her disappeared.
"Yu Tong?"
"Hmm?"
Star-bright eyes opened in confusion. She'd thought she heard Wang Dong's voice.
Four eyes met.
Two disguised girls, now in pretty dresses, encountered each other on a man's bed.
"Good afternoon." Wang Dong's mind blanked.
"Good afternoon." The girl nodded calmly. "When did you arrive, Wang Dong?"
"Just now."
Silence.
Both girls turned to An Zhen.
The boy had summoned a long-haired Huo Yutong clone into his embrace.
"Hey! Don't bully Yu Tong like that!" Wang Dong protested.
"Bully?"
After setting cultivation tasks for the clone, An Zhen opened his arms to the duplicate beside Wang Dong.
"Mmm…"
Under Wang Dong's stunned gaze, the blue-haired girl stepped forward—white silk-clad legs gliding—and lay blushing in An Zhen's arms.
"You… you two?!"
They'd clearly been meeting secretly. However naive, Wang Dong now understood. Recalling this dreamscape, Huo Yutong wasn't new here. They'd played here countless times without her.
Wang Dong suddenly felt excluded.
...
"An Zhen, can't you create fun toys?"
After dinner, while selling milk tea, Wang Dong complained.
Avoiding cultivation was pleasant, even just daydreaming. But given the chance for entertainment, the playful young mistress craved amusement.
"Why not learn from Yu Tong?"
An Zhen rolled his eyes.
Freed from meditation, Huo Yutong practiced Tang Sect techniques like Controlling Crane Catching Dragon—not idle play.
"That's double the work—meditation and combat training." Wang Dong slumped. "Too exhausting."
"Hypocrite!" She glared at An Zhen. "You're not doing serious work either!"
Huo Yutong pushing the cart flushed crimson.
"Fine." An Zhen relented. "Buy comics or novels later. I can bring small items into the dreamscape."
"Acceptable." Wang Dong tilted her chin, satisfied.
"Actually, a beach scene would be nice. Want me to recreate it?"
"Pervert! I know what you want to see!" Rosy cheeks bloomed on Wang Dong's face. I thought he was decent! Just this afternoon, he'd exposed his true nature—holding her and Huo Yutong in sundresses and silk stockings. Yesterday's "sacrifice" of sleeping outside while injured seemed hypocritical now.
"I want to see the ocean."
Huo Yutong's voice brimmed with longing. The girl had never visited a beach, knowing it only through her mother's stories.
"Yu Tong," Wang Dong warned seriously, "beachwear shows lots of skin! He just wants to take advantage!"
"But if Brother An Zhen wanted that," the blue-haired girl reasoned calmly, "he could animate our duplicates. If he meant harm, he'd have done it already."
Wang Dong froze.
True.
Even with their real selves, he could strip them effortlessly.
"Fine. An Zhen, make a beach tonight."
"No." He shook his head.
"Why?!" Hands on hips.
"You rejected me earlier—it hurt. But Wang Dong," his eyes glinted mischievously, "you wouldn't want Huo Yutong sad because of you, right~?"
No trace of sadness showed on his cheerful face.
"Argh!!!"
Wang Dong bristled.
"You're impossible!"
"Pfft." Huo Yutong covered a giggle.
Crimson sunset bathed the trio in warm, joyful energy.
"Yu Tong! Over here!"
At yesterday's milk tea spot, Tang Ya waved.
"Blame Xu Sanshi! I didn't get a sip yesterday!" The ponytailed girl shook her fist. After Xu Sanshi's duel, Elder Xuan had claimed the remaining tea—she wouldn't dare challenge the Glutton Douluo. Bei Bei stood behind her, smiling at the trio.
Many students waited—news of the Glutton Douluo-endorsed tea and the two-ringed freshman who crushed Xu Sanshi (the academy's top defense) had spread explosively.
"Head Prefect!"
An exclamation rose.
The serene black-haired beauty approached.
"Tang Ya, yours."
Under Wang Dong's glare, An Zhen handed Tang Ya the cup meant for her, producing two interlocked straws. "Couple-style. Share with your boyfriend."
"Thanks."
The ponytailed girl accepted happily, blushing at his words. Bei Bei stared dumbstruck until she nudged him, turning the second straw his way. "My treat, disciple."
"O-okay."
An Zhen's dark eyes watched the tranquil beauty. Head Prefect, seeing your brother and his lover so happy... surely warms your heart.
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