She got out of bed and rummaged through her storage soul tool for a small package.
When traveling, naturally, they brought plenty of food with them.
The pastry chefs of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect were second to none.
Osmanthus cakes, candied pastries, almond pudding—Ning Que had always taken an extra look whenever he saw any of them.
She picked out several varieties and arranged them on a plate beside the bed, then prepared to wake Ning Que.
But when she turned around— She noticed Ning Que’s nose twitch.
His eyes were still closed.
But his nose was definitely moving.
Ning Rongrong’s eyes lit up.
She picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and waved it beneath Ning Que’s nose.
His brows twitched.
She waved it again.
His breathing changed.
Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip, desperately holding back her laughter.
Then she brought the osmanthus cake even closer to his mouth.
The rich fragrance of osmanthus mingled with the sweetness of honey, filling the air.
Ning Que’s eyes opened to a narrow slit.
Those usually sleepy eyes stared blankly at the osmanthus cake in front of him.
His pupils slowly focused.
“…Eat.” Just one word.
His voice was muffled, carrying the lazy drowsiness of someone who had only half-woken up, but the word “eat” was surprisingly clear.
Ning Rongrong’s eyes curved into crescents.
“Awake?” Ning Que didn’t answer.
His eyes had already closed again.
But his mouth opened.
And stayed open.
He simply waited there to be fed.
Seeing him like this, Ning Rongrong didn’t find it funny at all.
Instead, an indescribable excitement welled up inside her.
Carefully, she broke off a small piece of osmanthus cake and brought it to his lips.
Ning Que opened his mouth, bit down, and began chewing at a painfully slow pace.
His cheeks puffed up, making him look like a hamster that hadn’t fully woken up yet.
Ning Rongrong rested her chin in her hands and stared at him without blinking.
The happiness in her heart rose layer after layer, like stones tossed into a calm lake, sending out one ripple after another.
How strange.
She was merely feeding him something.
Why did it make her this happy?
As she continued feeding him, she secretly studied Ning Que’s face.
From his brows to his lashes, from the bridge of his nose to the corners of his lips, every contour was perfectly outlined by the morning light.
And somehow, Ning Que’s body was different from everyone else’s.
She had met countless people since she was little.
She had hugged Grandpa Sword’s arm and rested her head on Grandpa Bone’s knee, but she’d never experienced anything like this.
Ning Que was soft.
Not the kind of softness that made him feel boneless, but the perfect kind of softness when held in one’s arms.
It was like hugging a cotton pillow warmed by the sun.
He was also surprisingly light when she carried him.
Absurdly light.
He was clearly a grown person, yet he somehow weighed even less than the little bag she carried with her.
It must be because of his martial soul.
That was what Ning Rongrong thought.
Her father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Bone had all told her that her martial soul and Ning Que’s martial soul possessed a special compatibility.
The higher the compatibility of their martial soul fusion, the stronger the attraction between them.
Even physical contact could naturally cause their soul power to resonate.
Every time they got close…
She didn’t even need to cultivate deliberately.
Her soul power would naturally increase, as though an invisible thread connected the two of them.
A warm sensation would seep through her skin and into her meridians.
It felt so good.
Better than basking in the sun.
Better than eating a sugar figurine.
Better than anything.
It was like hugging a little stuffed toy—soft, warm, and carrying a faint, indescribable fragrance.
Every time she buried her face in the hollow of his shoulder and breathed in that scent, her entire body would relax.
She wouldn’t want to do anything.
She would just want to keep holding him like that.
For the rest of her life.
That would be even better.
At the thought, Ning Rongrong’s cheeks grew even hotter.
She hurriedly stuffed the last piece of osmanthus cake into Ning Que’s mouth, then pulled a silk handkerchief from her clothes and carefully wiped the corner of his lips.
Her finger brushed against his lips through the handkerchief.
They were soft and still carried the warmth of the osmanthus cake.
Her fingertip paused for a moment before she calmly withdrew the handkerchief.
Then, without the slightest hesitation, she climbed back onto the bed.
She wrapped both arms around Ning Que’s waist and clung to him like a koala, burying her face in the hollow of his neck.
The tip of her nose rubbed back and forth along his jawline.
So warm.
So fragrant.
So soft.
Her soul power naturally began circulating through her meridians.
Ning Que shifted in her arms, probably because he found it ticklish.
He mumbled something incoherently, but he didn’t push her away.
Instead, he simply changed positions, rested his chin on top of her head, and continued sleeping.
The corners of Ning Rongrong’s lips slowly curled upward, forming two crescent moons.
“Ning Que…” She softly called his name.
There was no response.
She didn’t mind.
She buried her face even deeper into his arms and lowered her voice, as though she were only saying it to herself.
“We’ll always be like this…” “Always and forever.” [You’ve been enthusiastically cuddled by a beautiful girl.
She’s fragrant, soft, and your mood is excellent.
Lazy Points +1!] [You enjoyed a wonderful meal, personally fed by a beautiful girl.
You’re completely satisfied.
Lazy Points: +5!] [You enjoyed another full day of beautiful sleep.
Lazy Points +10!] [Lazy Points have reached 1,000.
Reward automatically unlocked!] [Soul Power Level +1.
Current Soul Power: Rank 51!] [Martial Soul Awakening Level +1!
Detected that the martial soul attribute has reached the level of Ultimate Light!
Developing derivative abilities.
Progress: 10%…
30%…
60%…
100%!
Trait acquired: Healing!] [Dark Affinity +1!
Your perception of darkness has become even sharper, and your compatibility with holders of dark-type martial souls has increased further!] The next morning.
When Ning Rongrong woke up, she found herself practically sprawled all over Ning Que.
Her arms were wrapped around his waist, her face buried against his chest, and one leg was even draped over his.
The position was about as undignified as it could get.
Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she quickly decided she had absolutely no reason to let go.
After all, Ning Que wouldn’t say anything.
He was too lazy to wake up.
“Time to get up.
We’ve got something important to do today.” Ning Rongrong poked his cheek.
Ning Que’s eyelids twitched.
Then he rolled over, turning his back toward her.
Ning Rongrong didn’t mind.
She quickly packed their things, then rummaged through her storage soul tool and pulled out a clean set of robes for Ning Que.
Throughout the entire process, Ning Que kept his eyes closed and simply let her dress him however she pleased.
Surprisingly, he was extremely cooperative.
Once everything was ready, Ning Rongrong expertly crouched down in front of Ning Que and reached her arms backward.
She hoisted him onto her back.
Downstairs.
And off they went.
…
But when they reached their destination, the place where Shrek Academy was holding its admissions, the entrance of a shabby little village, Ning Rongrong’s face immediately fell.
What a small world.
The two busybodies who had interfered in her affairs on the street yesterday, along with the flashy, sickly-looking pretty boy who had fought her over a room at the hotel, were all here.
Not a single one was missing.
Tang San and Xiao Wu noticed her as well.
Xiao Wu had originally been looking around curiously, but the moment she saw Ning Rongrong, her eyes widened.
She opened her mouth, then tugged on Tang San’s sleeve.
Tang San followed her gaze.
His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly before he withdrew his gaze.
As for Dai Mubai, he froze for a moment.
His eyes swept back and forth between Ning Rongrong and the Ning Que she was carrying on her back.
A hint of coldness lurked deep within his eyes.
Ning Rongrong let out a cold snort through her nose.
She couldn’t even be bothered to greet them.
The groups each took up a position.
No one said a word.
Yet, for some reason, the air was suddenly thick with the smell of gunpowder.
End of Chapter