Chapter 21: Wang Dong’er’s Confession

"I was helping her heal; it's such a warmhearted act, and yet you're calling me bad. Is it really so hard to be a good guy nowadays?" Qian Ran sighed, looking innocent.

"You know perfectly well! Is it okay to just casually touch a girl's feet? And only a few days in, you've already attracted so many girls. Care to explain that?"

Seeing his feigned look of innocence, Qian Renxue felt a strong urge to stomp on his face with her heel, thoroughly humiliating him.

This jerk—how dare he try to justify himself!

"Can you really blame me? I'm doing this for you. I thought you hated Tang San. I'm just bringing Tang Sect's leader and Tang San's daughter to our side to make you feel better."

"And besides, you never play along with me. What else am I supposed to do?" Qian Ran teased, knowing that Qian Renxue, now existing only as a spirit within the holy sword, didn't have a physical body he could embrace. She'd need him to help her rebuild her body for that.

"You jerk!" Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed.

What a bad guy, she thought.

Play along? In what way? Qian Renxue clenched her teeth, wishing she could burst out of her spirit form to smack him twice.

His mind was filled with nothing wholesome!

Qian Renxue's heart raced. She felt an unfamiliar mix of irritation and thrill from Qian Ran's bold remarks. Though she'd lived for a long time, she was, in certain respects, just like any young girl. Her life had been cut short by Tang San before she'd even experienced those kinds of feelings.

Finally, everyone finished their laps, and just as in the original story, those who'd slacked off were immediately expelled by Zhou Yi.

…

After being dismissed, the exhausted students headed back to their dorms.

Wang Dong'er, however, walked over to Qian Ran, her big, beautiful eyes staring at him with a hint of grievance.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Qian Ran felt a chill under her gaze. Could she be…jealous?

"Carry me!" Wang Dong'er demanded with a pout, her cheeks puffed up. Seeing Qian Ran act as if nothing happened after being so close with another girl made her angry.

"Uh?" Qian Ran paused, surprised.

"Hurry up; I'm too tired to walk back." Wang Dong'er's face flushed slightly.

"Alright." Qian Ran squatted down, letting Wang Dong'er climb onto his back, his hands supporting her soft, round hips. His heartbeat quickened.

Unlike Huo Yuhao, who was clueless, Qian Ran could easily distinguish the difference between a girl and a boy's body.

So soft.

Unable to resist, Qian Ran gave her a gentle squeeze.

"Ah!" Wang Dong'er's entire body tingled, collapsing softly onto his back, her arms wrapped around his neck as her face turned bright red.

Her soaked school uniform clung tightly to her body, faintly emitting a scent of sweat and a hint of freshness. Supporting her, Qian Ran could even feel the outline of her undergarment.

Not bad—definitely round.

Soft, damp.

In the original story, how did Huo Yuhao not figure out Wang Dong'er's true identity after sharing a bed for years? Unbelievable.

"Stop…you big perv." Wang Dong'er blushed, embarrassed by Qian Ran's hand on her.

Could it be that Qian Ran already knew she was a girl?

"Did you already know?" Wang Dong'er asked quietly.

"Know what?" Qian Ran chuckled, his hands holding her soft, toned legs, savoring the pleasant feel.

"That I'm a girl," she pouted. How infuriating! He knew she was a girl and still teased her!

Qian Ran was such a bad guy!

"I figured it out when we fought last time. It's obvious, really; girls and boys are built differently," Qian Ran explained.

"Yet you still bullied me! You even made me do your laundry. Don't you know about boundaries between men and women?" Wang Dong'er lightly pinched his neck, exasperated. Qian Ran had even made her wash his underwear—how embarrassing!

She was mortified. At first, she'd been fine with it, thinking he didn't know her real identity. But now she realized he'd known all along!

"Laundry is laundry; might as well throw mine in if you're already washing clothes," Qian Ran chuckled, feeling her shyness through the warmth of her body against his back.

"You've already teased me enough, yet you still flirt with other girls." Wang Dong'er pouted. Didn't he understand what it meant for a girl to wash a guy's clothes? And then he went and acted so gently with that other girl…ugh.

Wang Dong'er felt a pang of jealousy.

"She was hurt; I couldn't just ignore her," Qian Ran explained.

"Who knows what you were thinking? You even held her foot; she probably likes you now," Wang Dong'er muttered, her face flushed. A girl's foot was a private thing—no way she'd let just anyone touch it. With his talents, Qian Ran was bound to attract even more girls once people saw how strong he was.

Wang Dong'er became alert; it was only the first day, and there was already so much drama. When everyone saw Qian Ran's abilities, they'd be all over him.

"Umm…you're not allowed to like anyone else," Wang Dong'er murmured softly, burying her face against Qian Ran's back. Her voice was so faint that if his mental powers weren't strong, he wouldn't have heard it.

"Why not?" Qian Ran smirked, entertained. So, Wang Dong'er had feelings for him? Maybe he could step up his game and make her his girlfriend, experiencing her beauty firsthand.

Soft, round hips, long, toned legs, a slender waist, a stunning face, and that rare pink-blue hair—she was truly a gem.

Wang Dong'er had inherited all of Xiao Wu's best traits, with her slender waist and long legs. Though she was still developing, in a few years, she'd at least reach a C-cup. As for 36D, that might be beyond even Xiao Wu's reach.

"Why are you asking so many questions? You just like running after other girls." Wang Dong'er clung to his back, pouting.

"Could it be you like me?" Qian Ran teased.

"Mm-hmm." Wang Dong'er nodded softly, her heart racing as she hugged his neck tightly, afraid he might slip away.

For the first time in her life, she was feeling like this. Every time Qian Ran returned to the dorm with traces of other girls, she'd feel irritated. Yet, bickering with him always brought her joy. This…was probably what they call liking someone.

(End of Chapter)