Invitation from the Little Demon Girl

A beautiful shadow emerged, accompanied by a fragrant breeze, and a subtle whiff of virgin fragrance wafted into the tip of Lu Yunxiao's nose.

This aroma was remarkably fresh and invigorating.

Intrigued, Lu Yunxiao instinctively raised his head, his gaze falling upon a red figure that had just entered his field of view.

The scarlet robe blazed like fire, accentuating long, graceful legs and a shapely waist that curved enticingly. The contours were both alluring and suggestive.

Physically, the girl before him possessed an extraordinary figure, arguably on par with Xiao Yu, if not surpassing.

Continuing his scrutiny, Lu Yunxiao's attention shifted to the girl's visage.

A delicate oval face with fair, smooth skin, a dainty nose, and a bright, crimson mouth that glistened faintly. Her large, white eyes blinked with a mix of determination and vivacity.

The girl was undeniably stunning, exuding a fervent, uninhibited aura—a lively and spirited personality. There was an underlying hint of wildness about her, akin to a thorned rose.

Blessed with his exceptional perception, Lu Yunxiao swiftly deduced that the young woman facing him was no ordinary individual. Her prowess likely exceeded that of even Ye Ling's initial abilities.

Considering her youthful appearance, likely 16 or 17, she boasted talents that rivaled those of Canaan College's finest, perhaps second only to Wu Hao. Others paled in comparison.

Thoughts formed in his mind as he pieced together the visitor's identity. Lu Yunxiao harbored his own assumptions.

As their gazes locked, Lu Yunxiao's eyes rested on the girl in red, who returned his gaze in kind.

Observing him intently, a perplexed curiosity shone in her eyes.

Though she had encountered numerous "handsome" individuals at Canaan Academy, none held a candle to Lu Yunxiao's allure.

"This guy is remarkably good-looking," she mused silently.

Close proximity accentuated Lu Yunxiao's charm, intensifying his impact. Surprisingly, he didn't invoke the usual aversion she felt towards men. His demeanor exuded a unique magnetism that drew her in.

Silence enveloped them for a moment, two individuals locked in mutual contemplation.

Breaking the silence, Lu Yunxiao spoke first, addressing the situation. Clearly, this girl had sought him out for a reason.

"Are you alright?" he queried.

"Nice to meet you. You can call me Hujia," the girl responded, her voice soft and tinged with uncertainty.

However, the sound of her voice stirred more than pleasant feelings in Lu Yunxiao; it triggered a distinct shock, his eyes reflecting a mix of emotions.

Was this truly Hu Jia?

The notorious "little demon girl"?

Had it not been for her physical presence, he would have assumed it was Xiao Yu addressing him. Xiao Yu, despite his straightforward nature, possessed a gentleness and pleasant demeanor when interacting.

Hu Jia's uncharacteristic tone left Lu Yunxiao bewildered.

Hu Jia, the academy's infamous misfit, known for her rebellious and self-willed nature, now portraying a façade of gentleness?

In essence, what was Hu Jia up to?

Lu Yunxiao found himself confounded.

Perceiving the odd flicker in his gaze, Hu Jia discerned that Lu Yunxiao was well aware of her identity and possibly her temperament as well. She was, after all, a notable figure within the academy.

Gathering information about her was not a difficult feat.

Her predicament led to embarrassment; did she truly appear this docile?

Despite her internal struggle, she clung to her commitment. If she had promised something, she would see it through.

Her grandfather's proposition—forcing her to pursue Lu Yunxiao—elicited internal curses directed at him.

However, her commitment demanded action.

"Hello. I'm also pleased to meet you," Lu Yunxiao responded casually, his reaction unremarkable.

Conventional courtesy prevailed. Hu Jia's demeanor warranted no overt dissent from him.

Additionally, considering Hu Jia's grandfather's status as a Vice President of the outer courtyard and his formidable Douhuang-level strength, maintaining decorum remained a priority.

"By the way, classmate Hu Jia, what brings you here?" Lu Yunxiao inquired, dispelling the notion of indulging in veiled communication. He had little time for cryptic exchanges; unfinished business and unseen fighting skills awaited his attention.

Caught in uncertainty, Hu Jia surveyed their surroundings. Their interaction garnered attention from onlookers in the Canaan Fighting Skill Pavilion. Her predicament intensified.

Voicing her intent risked near-instant notoriety across the academy, which she preferred to avoid.

Nonetheless, maintaining her integrity prevailed. She had committed to a task and intended to honor it.

A practice common among male students vying for female attention was inviting them to dinner, a simple gesture with layered implications.

Though unfamiliar with such dynamics, she felt compelled to adhere.

Though obstinate and willful, Hu Jia was resolute once she made a promise.

Summoning her resolve, she swallowed her discomfort and forced a smile.

"Lu Yunxiao, would you join me for dinner? Just the two of us," she requested, her hands clutching at her clothes, her fingers paling under the pressure.

Her request resonated with vulnerability. Hu Jia, who had never shown interest in men, now extended a dinner invitation. A first, and an awkward one at that.

Yet, foregoing this invitation would damage her credibility and integrity, aspects she highly valued.

Stubborn and self-assured, she embraced the unorthodox.

Meanwhile, Lu Yunxiao was left dumbfounded. The last thing he expected was Hu Jia's request, catching him utterly off guard.

Engaging in dinner with the infamous "little demon girl" within Canaan's Fighting Skill Pavilion was a dilemma he hadn't foreseen.

His thoughts raced as he weighed his options, acutely aware of the audience's anticipation.

The narrative hung in suspense.