Chapter 55: The Rabbit Jumps Into the Bed, the Mouse Seeks Justification

In the middle of the night, the moon hung high in the sky.

As the night grew deeper, the lights in Dorm Seven were extinguished.

Inside the dorm, some were fast asleep, others were meditating and cultivating, while a few were wide awake, sneaking around.

In the darkness...

A pair of large pink eyes shimmered with light.

Xiao Wu was quietly slipping out from her blanket, heading towards her destination.

She carefully lifted Ye Qiu's blanket, first slipping her jade-like foot inside, moving gently to avoid touching him, followed by her leg, hips, waist, and finally her upper body.

"Whew~"

Once fully inside Ye Qiu's bed, Xiao Wu lay down, but before she could catch her breath, Ye Qiu suddenly turned over, half of his body pressing down on hers. Their faces were mere inches apart.

Xiao Wu froze, her breath catching. Her face slowly turned red as she stared at Ye Qiu, her heart racing, a whirlwind of emotions stirring within her.

Unaware of what he was dreaming about, Ye Qiu didn't seem to care at all. He groggily pulled her closer, as though she were a human-shaped pillow, hugging her tightly. He then pressed his leg against hers and settled like a koala, nuzzling his nose into her neck, lightly inhaling the scent of her skin and scratching the itch on his mind with care.

Xiao Wu gritted her teeth, feeling guilty but unable to make a sound or move.

After a long while, Ye Qiu finally stopped, resting his head on her chest, and fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

Xiao Wu's face remained flushed as she felt his warmth in her arms. She couldn't help but smile with a hint of maternal affection. She gently hugged him back, taking in his scent, feeling a sweet, honey-like sensation in her heart.

"Ye Qiu, Xiao Wu wants... wants to stay like this forever…"

The night passed slowly, and the first light of dawn appeared.

A streak of purple mist spread across the horizon, slowly drifting toward Dorm Seven.

"Ah~ Woo!"

Ye Qiu let out a long yawn, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Looking up, he saw the "rabbit"—Xiao Wu—dragging him out of bed early in the morning, much to his dismay. Still half-asleep, he groaned:

"Why are you waking me up so early?"

With her hair disheveled, Xiao Wu lowered her head, saying nothing, but glancing at Ye Qiu's thigh. Her face was as red as a tomato.

Still groggy from sleep, Xiao Wu, unaware of many things, had witnessed Ye Qiu's impressive strength upon waking, and in embarrassment, she used her third soul skill—Instantaneous Movement—to escape his grasp.

"Hm?"

Noticing her silence, Ye Qiu blinked in confusion and finally realized that her gaze was a little evasive. Her eyes were lingering on his wealthy figure, yet trying not to meet his gaze.

"Cough cough."

Ye Qiu awkwardly cleared his throat and pulled the blanket around himself, confused. "Alright, is there something you need to say?"

Xiao Wu shyly raised her hands, holding a small comb, looking at Ye Qiu with expectation in her eyes.

"Ye Qiu, can you help me comb my hair?"

Ye Qiu paused for a moment, then quickly recovered, hiding his slight annoyance. He smiled and nodded. "Sure, as long as you don't mind if my skills aren't great."

"Of course not! As long as you do it, I'll like it no matter what." Xiao Wu's eyes squinted into crescent moons as she happily handed the comb to Ye Qiu.

Sitting together on the edge of the bed, Ye Qiu sat up, carefully combing Xiao Wu's hair. Under her guidance, he clumsily tied a scorpion braid.

Fifteen minutes later...

Xiao Wu put the comb back into her soul tool and bid Ye Qiu farewell. Disappointed, she left the dorm, feeling a bit let down. Ye Qiu hadn't kissed her like the books described a husband would do before leaving.

"Hmph~ Does Xiao Wu have to make the first move?"

Xiao Wu tossed her braided hair over her shoulder and walked away with a sweet smile, playfully running her fingers through the scorpion braid Ye Qiu had made, heading toward the academy's exit.

Ye Qiu, however, had lost all interest in sleeping.

As he watched her leave, he stretched and self-consciously praised himself. "Ah~ Looks like my skills are pretty good, huh? Hmm?"

Suddenly, Ye Qiu noticed something strange. He grabbed his chest and sniffed the air, then lifted the blanket and sniffed again.

"What's that smell… of a mischievous rabbit?"

Ye Qiu raised an eyebrow, a thought crossing his mind, and he smiled with some satisfaction as he touched Xiao Wu's cool, empty side of the bed.

He glanced around the room.

Aside from Tang San's empty bed, the others were still asleep.

Ye Qiu rubbed his chin, a glimmer of sharpness in his eyes.

Using a thermal vision-like focus, he saw through the layers of obstacles and caught sight of Tang San meditating on a tree, likely practicing the Purple Extreme Demon Eye.

However, Ye Qiu wasn't just looking for Tang San. He was also looking for Tang San's father, Tang Hao. Ye Qiu didn't believe that Tang Hao would remain indifferent to his son's cultivation progress.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye.

During this time, Ye Qiu occasionally spotted Tang Hao, but he didn't dare to stare for too long. A strong individual's intuition could be quite terrifying.

Just knowing whether the person was around was enough.

Knock knock!

The sun was shining brightly.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of Yu Xiaogang's room.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been sitting at his desk copying ancient texts and organizing various theories, paused, his pen hovering in mid-air. He looked up and called out, puzzled, "Who is it?"

Knock knock!

The knock came again, steady and unhurried.

Yu Xiaogang frowned. His godson should still be in class at this time.

It wasn't Tang San.

With a slightly annoyed expression, Yu Xiaogang put down the book he had been transcribing. He stood up and walked to the door, opening it with a straight face.

Whoosh—!

As soon as the door opened, a gust of black, foul air rushed in, carrying the smell of alcohol and something unpleasant.

Bang!

The door slammed shut as the black wind entered. Then, a low, hoarse voice spoke.

"Master, we meet again."

At the sound of the voice, Yu Xiaogang instinctively tensed, his soul power spreading throughout his body in preparation for a fight.

Turning slowly, he saw a tall figure wearing a simple black robe. His disheveled black hair draped over his shoulders, and his weathered face bore the marks of age. His murky eyes seemed to be fading with time.

Despite the man's appearance being even worse than a beggar's, Yu Xiaogang didn't dare to show any disregard. He quickly bowed and respectfully greeted, "Yu Xiaogang greets Your Excellency!"

This was none other than Tang San's father, the Title Douluo, Tang Hao!

"Mm."

Tang Hao responded indifferently, turning away. Without beating around the bush, he stated his purpose plainly, fully expecting Yu Xiaogang to comply. In his deep, raspy voice, he said, "I'm here to ask you something."