Ning Rongrong stared at the tightly shut door, the corner of her eye twitching uncontrollably.
She froze there for a full five seconds.
Then—
"LIN! QING! MO!"
Grinding her teeth, Ning Rongrong squeezed the na out through clenched jaws.
Her fists were tightly balled up, fingernails nearly digging into her palms.
"You straight man! Blockhead! Absolute idiot!"
She scread inwardly.
"I, this princess, took the initiative to make friends with you, and you actually just shut the door in my face? Not even willing to say one extra word?!"
"And that Xiao Wu too… she didn't even look at from start to finish!"
Ning Rongrong was so furious her chest heaved, her pink hair practically bristling.
She was the dignified little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—since when had she ever been treated like this?
Usually, those noble young masters and talented young soul masters flocked around her, all trying their best to strike up conversations.
Yet this Lin Qingmo…
Straight up slamd the door!
"I'm so mad…"
Ning Rongrong let out a long breath, forcing herself to calm down.
But the more she thought about it, the angrier she beca—and the angrier she beca, the more she thought about it.
However…
Cursing aside, her competitive spirit had been completely ignited instead.
After steadying her embarrassed yet furious emotions, Ning Rongrong stared at the closed door again.
The corner of her lips slowly curved upward as a mischievous smile blood across her face.
"Hehe… Lin Qingmo. Ah Qing. Xiao Wu…"
She muttered softly, a crafty glint flashing through her eyes.
"This is getting more and more interesting."
"Don't worry…"
Turning around, Ning Rongrong left with light steps.
Her skirt swayed gently with her movent, like an elegant yet dangerous little cat.
"We'll et again."
She glanced back at the door of Room 202, her smile deepening.
"When that ti cos, let's see how I'll 'deal with' you~."
In her heart, she had already begun plotting—
Hadn't Ah Qing ntioned in the chat group that he planned to go to Shrek Academy?
Then she would head there in advance and prepare a big "surprise" for him.
Rose Hotel, Room 202.
The mont the door closed, only the two of them remained in the room.
Warm light spilled across the soft carpet, the air still faintly scented with roses.
Xiao Wu stood by the door like a startled rabbit.
She stiffly shuffled over and sat down on the bed, both hands gripping the hem of her pink dress tightly, her knuckles turning pale from nervousness.
Her head was bowed low, pink hair cascading down to cover her burning cheeks. She didn't dare look at Lin Qingmo at all.
The words from the chat group kept echoing in her mind, her heartbeat pounding like a drum—thump, thump, thump—hamring against her eardrums.
"If… if Ah Qing really wants to… what should I do?"
Her thoughts were in complete chaos.
All kinds of uncontrollable images surfaced, making even the tips of her ears turn bright red.
Watching her like this, Lin Qingmo found her both adorable and amusing.
He walked over and sat down beside her, the mattress sinking slightly.
"Xiao Wu, you go take a bath first. I'll go after."
"O-okay!"
Xiao Wu practically fled into the bathroom.
After a while.
Lin Qingmo finished bathing after Xiao Wu.
"Xiao Wu."
He called softly, suddenly sitting down beside the already tense girl and gently placing his hands on her slender shoulders.
With a movent that was gentle yet firm, he turned her to face him.
"Lift your head and look at ."
"!!!"
Xiao Wu's body visibly trembled.
Like a small animal whose sensitive spot had been touched, she tensed up completely.
She hesitated for several seconds…
Before slowly—very slowly—lifting her head.
Even then, her eyes kept dodging, lashes trembling.
Her gaze drifted everywhere except toward Lin Qingmo's clear blue eyes, as if there was sothing inside them that might burn her.
"Xiao Wu."
Lin Qingmo's tone beca unusually solemn.
He put away his usual playful expression and looked at her intently.
"I want to ask you sothing."
He paused, making sure every word was clear.
"You must answer honestly, alright?"
Xiao Wu nodded lightly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum. "Mm…"
So soft it was almost inaudible, trembling unmistakably.
Lin Qingmo took a deep breath and asked the question directly.
"Do you have feelings for ?"
The question was like a massive stone crashing into a calm lake, setting off a raging tsunami in Xiao Wu's heart.
Ah Qing… so direct!
Xiao Wu froze completely.
Her eyes darted around in panic like a fawn cornered by hunters.
"I… I…"
Her lips moved, opening and closing, but it was as if sothing was stuck in her throat—she couldn't get a single word out.
Her mind went blank.
Only one sentence echoed over and over: 'Do I like him? Do I like him? Do I like him?'
"It's okay."
Lin Qingmo smiled gently.
He reached out and lightly patted the back of her hand, his movents soft and comforting.
"I know you're shy."
His voice was calm, as if stating a simple fact.
"But I want to hear your true feelings. There's no rush—think it through before answering."
Those words seed to carry a strange magic, gradually calming Xiao Wu's rapid breathing.
Her wildly pounding heart slowly returned to a steady rhythm.
She raised her eyes, finally daring to look at Lin Qingmo.
Her pink pupils shimred with moisture, like they were veiled in a thin mist.
Under Lin Qingmo's patient and focused gaze… she finally gathered her courage.
"Yes…"
Her voice was still very soft, but clear enough.
"Ah Qing, I like you!"
The mont the words left her mouth, it felt as though a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from her shoulders, and the rest of her words flowed naturally.
"From the first ti we t at Nuoding Academy—when you protected … I already liked you!"
After saying that, she hurriedly lowered her head again.
As if she had exhausted all her courage and no longer dared to look at him.
Her heart was filled with tension and anticipation, mixed with a trace of fear.
Afraid of hearing an answer she didn't want.
Afraid… that this was nothing more than her own wishful thinking.
Lin Qingmo didn't smile.
Instead, his expression grew even more serious.
So serious that Xiao Wu's heart tightened painfully.
"Xiao Wu, I like you too."
He spoke, and the very first sentence made Xiao Wu's eyes light up.
But the words that followed caused that light to dim slightly.
"But it's more because you're beautiful and cute."
Blunt. Honest. Almost cruelly honest.
"!!!"
Yet upon hearing this, Xiao Wu felt no unhappiness at all.
On the contrary… her ears perked up excitedly.
Her pink rabbit ears popped out uncontrollably, gently swaying atop her head.
What she cared about was the word 'like'.
As for why he liked her, what was wrong with being pretty and cute?
She was a pretty and cute rabbit to begin with!
Lin Qingmo continued, his tone calm, as if discussing the weather.
"Even if I said…"
He paused, eting Xiao Wu's gaze directly.
"That I might not be able to be devoted to only you—would you still like , Xiao Wu?"
He was speaking from the heart.
Lin Qingmo had never believed himself to be so kind of saint.
Having transmigrated into this world, he knew he was a selfish person.
To beco stronger, he would unhesitatingly seize known opportunities.
For safety, the mont he learned that Dong Huang Douluo was actually a Titled Douluo in disguise, he imdiately knelt and acknowledged her as his master.
"I'm an out-and-out egoist,"
He admitted to himself.
He never intended to avoid or hide that fact.
At the sa ti, he understood his own nature very clearly—
Compared to deep feelings that required long-term nurturing, he was far more prone to love at first sight.
When he saw soone beautiful, cute, and aligned with his aesthetic tastes, it was only natural for his heart to stir.
Exclusive devotion? Single-minded affection?
He asked himself honestly—he couldn't do it.
At least, not right now.
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End of Chapter
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