Chapter 49: Eww~ I've Been Corrupted! A Failed Attempt at Striking Up a Conversation
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: D-dry–wet separation…?
At the academy, Liu Erlong's eyes went wide, her cheeks flushing red in an instant.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Y-you—you actually dare say something that filthy?!
She reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, nearly jumping out of her chair.
[Tyrant Dragon Mom]: Ah Qing, how old are you even? What kind of messed-up nonsense is going through that head of yours?!
She simply couldn't believe it—
That Ah Qing, who usually loved to complain but was still fairly pure at heart…
Could you say something like "dry–wet separation" with a straight face?!
[Little Witch]: Th-this… ahhh! Why did I understand it instantly?!
By the roadside, Ning Rongrong covered her burning face.
[Little Witch]: I've been corrupted! Ah Qing, you're too bad! How could you say something like that?!
Although she was lively and mischievous by nature, she was still the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
The circles she usually moved in were elegant and restrained.
A phrase like dry–wet separation, loaded with obvious double meaning…
It was far too stimulating for her.
Her cheeks were red like ripe apples, shy and flustered all at once.
And at this moment, the most embarrassed person wasn't even her.
At the entrance of the Rose Hotel—
Xiao Wu, whose hand was being held by Lin Qingmo, felt like her entire body was burning.
Her cheeks felt like they were on fire—hot enough to fry an egg.
Her heart was pounding wildly, so loud she could hear it herself.
"Dry–wet separation…"
She repeated the words in her mind, and in an instant, all sorts of chaotic images flooded her head.
Ah Qing… was Ah Qing planning to do something to her?
"W-woo…"
Xiao Wu let out a tiny whimper and buried her face into Lin Qingmo's arm, her evasive gaze not daring to look at him at all.
The tips of her ears were so red they looked translucent, and even her neck was tinged pink.
Lin Qingmo noticed her strange reaction and lowered his head to look at her.
"What's wrong?" he asked, puzzled.
"N-nothing!" Xiao Wu shook her head vigorously, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.
Spirit Hall.
The Pope's Bedroom.
The atmosphere plunged to freezing point.
Bibi Dong sat upon her throne, violet eyes locked onto the light screen.
"Dry–wet separation… twin beds… together with Xiao Wu…"
She repeated the words under her breath, each one squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Her soul power surged uncontrollably, icy pressure spreading outward from her as the air itself grew cold.
"Crack—!"
A crisp sound rang out!
Bibi Dong's fingers tightened violently, and the solid armrest of the throne shattered on the spot!
Wooden fragments were scattered across the floor.
In her violet eyes churned icy fury—along with a trace of twisted possessiveness that even she herself hadn't noticed.
The disciple she had painstakingly nurtured, cherished, and held close to her heart—
Was actually thinking about being alone in a hotel room with another girl?!
"Unforgivable."
Her voice was soft, yet carried a bone-chilling coldness.
[The Pope Herself]: Ah Qing.
Her message appeared, every word wrapped in oppressive force.
[The Pope Herself]: Tell me—you're not going to do anything, right?!
That tone felt as if a hand could reach through the screen, grab Lin Qingmo by the collar, and force him to give his word.
When Lin Qingmo saw the message, a chill inexplicably ran down his spine.
He scratched his head and hurriedly replied.
[Dad Douluo]: Ahem, of course I won't do that kind of thing!
He tried to clarify.
[Dad Douluo]: I just want to get a good night's sleep. What are you all thinking?!
After sending it, he realized he was only making things sound worse.
So he decisively wrapped it up.
[Dad Douluo]: I'm off, I'm off! Good night, everyone!
With that, he quickly put away the chat group's light screen.
Letting out a long breath, he muttered softly,
"These people's minds are way too impure."
He held Xiao Wu's hand and headed toward the stairs.
Though deep down, he felt a little guilty—fine, he had done it partly on purpose to tease them.
But heaven as his witness, he really did just want to sleep!
Inside the Pope's Palace.
Seeing Lin Qingmo's reply, the icy aura around Bibi Dong finally eased a little.
"At least he knows some restraint…"
She murmured to herself, but the worry in her violet eyes did not fully fade.
After all, they were a hot-blooded young man and a girl just beginning to awaken to love.
Alone in a room, twin beds, dry–wet separation…
Putting those words together, no matter how one thought about it, it didn't feel safe.
What Bibi Dong needed to guard against wasn't just "that final step."
Even kissing, hugging, overly intimate contact… none of it was acceptable!
The moment she imagined Lin Qingmo being close with another girl—
Even if it was just holding hands, even if it was simply leaning together—
An inexplicable irritation surged in her heart.
Like countless tiny needles pricking her—no real pain, yet unbearably uncomfortable.
"No…"
Bibi Dong stood up, resolve flashing through her violet eyes.
Soul power surged around her, the black papal robes fluttering without wind.
She couldn't just leave this alone.
She had to personally confirm—
That girl called Xiao Wu hadn't done anything to Ah Qing, and that Ah Qing hadn't done anything to her either.
With a thought, her figure blurred into a black shadow.
In an instant, she vanished from the Pope's Palace, shooting toward Suotuo City—
So fast it felt as though space itself was being torn apart.
Suotuo City.
Deep within the Douluo Hall.
An elderly man seated cross-legged on a prayer mat slowly opened his eyes.
His hair and beard were completely white, his face dignified, an aura vast as the sea radiating from his body.
At this moment, he frowned slightly, gazing toward the direction of the Pope's Palace.
"She's been leaving Spirit City more and more frequently these past few years…"
He murmured, a trace of doubt flickering in his eyes.
"What exactly… is it for?"
He didn't pursue the thought further and closed his eyes again.
But deep in his heart, a seed of suspicion had already been planted.
Suotuo City.
Second Floor of the Rose Hotel.
Holding Xiao Wu's hand, Lin Qingmo arrived at the door of Room 202.
He took out the bronze key and was just about to unlock it—
"Hello there~?"
A crisp, sweet voice suddenly rang out from behind them.
Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu turned around at the same time.
At the corner of the corridor, not far away, stood a girl with short pink hair.
She wore an exquisite white dress adorned with pearls along the hem.
Her skin was fair like fine porcelain, her brows and eyes lively as a painting.
A sweet, harmless smile curved her lips, eyes bent into crescent moons.
It was none other than the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—Ning Rongrong.
With her hands clasped behind her back, Ning Rongrong tilted her head slightly, curiously sizing up Lin Qingmo and Xiao Wu as if observing something interesting.
"I'm Ning Rongrong."
She took a light, graceful step forward, her smile growing sweeter, her voice soft and pleasant.
"I saw you downstairs earlier and thought you looked quite extraordinary~."
She blinked, her tone sincere. "You must be talented young soul masters, right? So I wanted to come over and make friends~."
After speaking, she stuck out her tongue playfully, looking innocent and lively.
Her acting was flawless—without a single crack.
"Ning Rongrong?"
Lin Qingmo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked her up and down.
'Why is this little witch here? And why is she approaching me?'
Being sought out by her proactively never felt like a good thing.
Without revealing anything, he pointed at the room number on the door—202.
Then he pointed at the night sky outside the window—it was already late.
"Are you sure you want to make friends at the Rose Hotel, late at night, with two people you just met?"
"Uh…"
The smile on Ning Rongrong's face instantly froze, her breath hitching as all her prepared lines got stuck in her throat.
Crap!
Her heart skipped a beat.
She'd been so focused on probing out of curiosity that she'd forgotten about this detail!
What kind of place was the Rose Hotel? A couple's hotel!
Showing up late at night to knock on a strange guy's door—when he even had a female companion—
No matter how you looked at it, it was weird. Extremely weird!
Ning Rongrong awkwardly tugged at the corner of her mouth, her brain spinning at full speed.
She hurriedly switched tactics, her tone turning gentler and more innocent.
"Ahaha, that's not what I meant~."
She waved her hands, her gaze pure like a little white rabbit's.
"I just thought you both looked reliable, and since we're all young soul masters, it'd be good to look out for each other while in Suotuo City~."
Her voice was soft, her expression perfect—
But the excuse was terrible.
Watching her deliberately innocent act, Lin Qingmo found it amusing.
This little witch really knew how to put on a show.
His face, however, remained calm as he simply nodded.
"Mm. Hello."
His tone was flat. "My name is Lin Qingmo. She's Xiao Wu."
The introduction couldn't have been more concise.
Before Ning Rongrong could say another word, he directly turned the key, opened the door, and pulled Xiao Wu inside.
Leaving behind a single sentence:
"We're going to sleep now. Goodbye."
"Bang!"
The door shut cleanly and decisively.
The sound wasn't loud, but it felt like a heavy hammer smashing into Ning Rongrong's heart.
The corridor instantly fell silent.
Ning Rongrong stood there alone, the smile on her face completely gone.
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End of Chapter