It was late at night, and the moon hung high in the sky.
The night grew deeper, and the lights in Dormitory Seven had been extinguished.
Inside Dormitory Seven, some were sound asleep, some sat in meditation cultivating, and others had their eyes open, acting suspiciously.
In the darkness.
A pair of large pink eyes shimmered with light.
Xiao Wu was slowly getting out of her covers, heading towards her destination.
Carefully lifting Ye Qiu's blanket, she first extended her jade feet inside, moving gently, not daring to touch Ye Qiu in the slightest, then her legs, butt, waist, and finally her upper body.
"Huff~"
Completely inside Ye Qiu's covers, Xiao Wu lay flat, not yet having fully relaxed when Ye Qiu suddenly turned over, half his body pressing down on her, their faces pressed together.
Xiao Wu froze instantly, as if she had stopped breathing, her face slowly turning red as she looked at Ye Qiu, so close, the heat radiating from him, her heart pounding, feeling a mix of excitement and thoughts.
Ye Qiu, not knowing what he was dreaming of, showed no politeness, fumbling and pulling a couple of times, as if hugging a human-shaped pillow, he directly embraced her, his leg pressing tightly against hers, acting like a koala, burying his nose and mouth in Xiao Wu's neck, gently sniffing the sweet scent, kindly scratching the itch in Xiao Wu's heart.
Xiao Wu bit her teeth tightly, even though her conscience ached a little, she dared not make a sound or move.
After a long while, Ye Qiu finally settled down, quietly holding Xiao Wu's slender waist, burying his head in her embrace, and sleeping soundly.
Xiao Wu's face was flushed with shyness, feeling Ye Qiu so obedient in her arms, a smile like a mother's couldn't help but appear on her face, she hugged Ye Qiu back, gently sniffing his scent, her heart feeling as sweet as if she had eaten honey.
"Ye Qiu, Sister Xiao Wu really, really wants to keep hugging like this forever."
...
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The night gradually passed, and the morning sun rose.
Purple energy appeared in the sky, drifting towards the vicinity of Dormitory Seven in wisps.
"Ah~ Woo!"
Ye Qiu let out a long yawn, rubbing his sleepy eyes, looking at the rabbit in front of him who had pulled him up so early, while the sky was still dim, he was a little displeased, his eyes half-closed, complaining:
"I say, why did you drag me up so early?"
Xiao Wu, with disheveled hair, lowered her head, silent, glancing at Ye Qiu's thigh, her face as red as blood.
Waking up in a daze in the morning, the naive her had a profound understanding of Ye Qiu's power, she was so shy that she couldn't wait, directly using her third soul skill, Teleportation, to escape from Ye Qiu's embrace.
"Hmm?"
Seeing that Xiao Wu wasn't speaking, Ye Qiu opened his sleepy eyes and looked, only then noticing her evasive gaze. She was subtly looking at his well-endowed self.
"Cough cough."
Ye Qiu coughed awkwardly a couple of times, pulled the blanket over himself to cover his body, and asked in confusion: "Alright, is there something you want to tell me directly?"
Xiao Wu raised her hands, which were clutching the hem of her clothes, holding a small comb in her palms, she looked at Ye Qiu seriously, her face shy, her eyes filled with anticipation.
"Ye Qiu, can you help me comb my hair?"
Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment, without much hesitation, he put away the slight impatience on his face, and nodded happily: "Okay, as long as you don't dislike my skill."
"No, I won't. As long as it's something you do... I'll like it no matter what."
Just like that, sitting on the edge of the bed.
Ye Qiu sat up, carefully combed Xiao Wu's hair, and then, under Xiao Wu's guidance, stumbled his way through braiding the scorpion braid.
A quarter of an hour later.
Xiao Wu put the comb back into her soul tool, and after saying goodbye to Ye Qiu, she walked out of the door of Dormitory Seven with some disappointment. Ye Qiu didn't kiss his wife who was going on a long trip, like it was written in books.
"Hmph~ Does Sister Xiao Wu have to be the one to take the initiative?"
Xiao Wu playfully flicked the braid behind her, a sweet smile appearing on her face again, playing with the scorpion braid that Ye Qiu had personally braided, and walked out of the academy with big strides.
Ye Qiu was no longer in the mood to sleep.
Looking at Xiao Wu's retreating back, he stretched, a little boastful.
"Ah~ Looks like my skill is not bad! Hmm?"
Ye Qiu suddenly realized something was wrong, he grabbed the clothes on his chest, sniffed, and then lifted the blanket to sniff.
"Why is there a rogue rabbit's scent?"
Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows, as if he had thought of something, he smiled somewhat smugly, touching Xiao Wu's cool covers, confirming what he was thinking.
He looked around.
In Dormitory Seven, except for Tang San's bed which was empty, everyone else was still sleeping soundly.
Ye Qiu pinched his chin, a glint flashing in his eyes.
His thermal imaging-like vision penetrated through layers of obstacles and saw Tang San, who was sitting cross-legged on a tree.
As expected, he was cultivating Purple Demon Eyes.
But the person Ye Qiu was looking for was not just Tang San, but also his old man, the big hammer rat. Ye Qiu didn't believe that Tang Hao would be indifferent to the improvement of his own cultivation.
...
In the blink of an eye, several days passed.
During this time, under Ye Qiu's occasional observation, he had spotted Tang Hao's figure several times, but Ye Qiu didn't dare to look for long, as the intuition of a strong person was also very terrifying.
Knowing whether the person was there or not was enough.
...
Knock knock!
The sun was bright.
Outside Yu Xiaogang's room, there was a sudden knock.
Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting at his desk, transcribing ancient texts and organizing various theories, paused his pen and called out in confusion: "Who is it?"
Knock knock!
Responding to him was still the unhurried knocking sound.
Yu Xiaogang frowned, his godson should still be in class at this time, shouldn't he?
Confirming it wasn't Tang San.
A hint of impatience appeared on Yu Xiaogang's deadpan face, he put away the book he was transcribing. He got up and went to the door, his face stern, and opened the door.
Whoosh—!
As soon as the door was opened, a black gust of wind swept over, carrying the smell of alcohol and foul odors.
Bang!
As soon as the black wind entered, it closed the door, followed by a deep and hoarse voice.
"Master, we meet again."
Hearing this voice, Yu Xiaogang's whole body instinctively tensed up, and even his soul power unconsciously spread throughout his body, ready to release a fart at any time.
Yu Xiaogang slowly turned his head.
It was a tall figure, wearing a simple black robe, with messy black hair scattered over his shoulders, his aged face was full of vicissitudes, and his cloudy eyes seemed to have reached the twilight years.
Although the person in front of him was even worse than a beggar, Yu Xiaogang dared not be careless in the slightest, he quickly bowed, and respectfully greeted:
"Yu Xiaogang greets Your Excellency!"
This person was none other than Tang San's father, the Clear Sky Douluo!
"Hmm."
Tang Hao responded indifferently, turning his back, he was blunt about his purpose, he didn't believe Yu Xiaogang would refuse, or dare to refuse. He said in a muffled voice: "I'm here this time, just to ask you some things."