The birds chirped, signaling the arrival of another early morning.

The coffee Wang Xiaole had consumed at midnight had already taken effect, and he was awake long before dawn.

As he gazed out the window at the falling snowflakes, he felt a glimmer of brightness in his eyes that had been dull just moments ago.

"Snow? I've never seen such heavy snow in my hometown."

"Do you lack similar experiences? Would you like me to give you a detailed introduction?"

Even though Cai's voice suddenly sounded without warning from above Wang Xiaole's abdomen, he didn't feel surprised anymore.

It was a typical case of "habit becomes second nature," and Wang Xiaole began to despise himself for it.

But instead of dwelling on his own shortcomings, he knew his top priority at the moment.

The position he and Cai were in could easily lead to an accident.

This had nothing to do with the weakness of Wang Xiaole's will or his inability to control the "sharp spear" beneath him.

It was because he was concerned about the closeness between him and Cai. He worried that this intimate and embarrassing scene, if suddenly discovered by Lucia or Freya, would not be good for Cai's reputation.

He considered himself an ordinary person and didn't care much about his personal reputation, but occasionally he would be concerned about how he was perceived by the opposite sex.

Wang Xiaole not only worried about Cai in his mind, but also acted immediately.

Using his knee, which luckily wasn't pressed down, Wang Xiaole gently lifted Cai, conveying the meaning of "you go down now."

If a similar scene had occurred yesterday, it would have been enough to bring the matter to a close after Cai climbed down.

But if it happened today, things wouldn't be so simple.

Suddenly, Cai's movements came to a halt because she smelled something acidic in the air.

Wang Xiaole's action also stopped because he realized there was a detail that could easily be overlooked.

After several days of sharing a bed, Wang Xiaole knew that beautiful girls could also snore.

Take Lucia, for example. Her snoring sounded like she was sucking on a thin noodle.

Rather than being annoying, this kind of sound actually helped him fall asleep unintentionally.

Lucia's snoring would usually last until she woke up, but just now, Wang Xiaole suddenly couldn't hear it anymore!

What did this mean?

It definitely didn't mean that Lucia's sleep quality had suddenly improved this morning.

In the uncertain situation, Wang Xiaole didn't speak out unthinkingly; he just discreetly glanced sideways.

Lucia was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed and appeared to be peacefully asleep.

She looked as if she were asleep, but Wang Xiaole didn't think so.

Just a moment ago, he had felt a gaze coming from her, as if he had been caught by the watchful eye of the head teacher while daydreaming in class...

Drawing on his ability to detect danger developed in school, Wang Xiaole could more or less conclude that:

Lucia hadn't fallen asleep, but had already woken up some time ago.

The external gaze he had felt was probably emitted when Lucia had looked over.

Nowadays, closing one's eyes is just an optical illusion. In reality, the consciousness of the sorceress Wang is still awake. The evidence is that Lucia's hand is not placed on the bed or behind her head, but it is reaching towards a corner near the bed. There lies a "decoration" called a fan but is read as a "weapon." Lucia, disguised as sleepwalking, holds the handle of the fan in her hand. Considering the other party's "yandere mindset," Wang Xiaole knew that trouble was brewing and quickly opened his mouth wide, letting out a cry that had already entered the realm of noise:

"Hey hey hey! How did the colors end up on me? Did you sleepwalk last night?"

The impending disaster is caused by Lucia waking up at an inappropriate time and accidentally seeing an image she shouldn't have seen. In order to avoid exposing herself to harmful scenes early in the morning, Wang Xiaole tries to explain Lucia's intentional actions as an accident. The reason why he intentionally raised his voice was also to make sure Lucia could hear him clearly, so that the "misunderstanding" could be resolved earlier.

However, fabricating a well-intentioned lie was not enough. Wang Xiaole took action and "manually" pushed against Lucia's back, intending to get her, who was still unaware of the truth, to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible. Time is of the essence.

When Wang Xiaole pushed Lucia forward, he believed his speed was fast enough. However, in the next instant, a cold light flashed before his eyes.

Clang!

The sound of a metal collision echoed in the room, and Wang Xiaole looked again and found a fan hanging above Lucia's head, with the extended blade of the fan embedded deep into the wall. It was a quite dangerous spectacle. If it weren't for Lucia's instinctive reaction not being slow, the one who threw the fan might have succeeded.

"Qi!"

Without needing to turn around, Wang Xiaole knew who released the disappointed sound.

It must be stated that Lucia still hadn't opened her eyes, but her accuracy in throwing the fan shouldn't be underestimated. Can one really lock onto a target without opening one's eyes? Definitely possible. The mystery lies in sound.

Lucia is relatively light in weight, and her footsteps sound very faint, different from Wang Xiaole's footsteps. It is precisely this difference in sound that determines that as long as Lucia stays in this room, her safety cannot be guaranteed and she may be subject to "remote attacks" from other objects at any time.

Now, Wang Xiaole realizes that his previous estimate was somewhat incorrect. How can the scene - this room - be described as "a little dangerous"? It is extremely dangerous!

Lucia's intention is clear; she has no intention of giving Wang Xiaole a hard time, but from the beginning, she decided to cause trouble for her "rival." This "target-oriented yandere" personality has its advantages: as long as Wang Xiaole doesn't act, he will basically avoid the ending of Ze Cheng.

The downside is that anyone targeted seriously by Lucia as a "rival" has a high probability of becoming the "Second Xiyuan Temple."

If you were to ask who is in the most relaxed situation in this room, the best answer would be Freya, who is still peacefully sleeping in bed.

Unable to do otherwise, Wang Xiaole gave a signal with his eyes. After experiencing the events just moments ago, Lucia understood the current situation and waved at the person in front of her.

"I'll be back before dinner, just make something simple, I'm not picky..."

As soon as Cai finished speaking, he pushed open the window with one hand, stepped on the edge of the window sill, and jumped out.

This is the second floor, for someone with a certain level of strength, jumping down with feet first would be fine, even if it was head first.

After getting closer to the body, Wang Xiaole looked down from the window sill and saw Cai had already landed on the thick layer of snow, turning into a flowing shadow and rushing forward.

The neatly formed footprints on the snow quickly got covered by the falling snow, returning to their original state.

Cai's shouting voice, along with his figure, faded into the distance. In response, another figure slowly crawled out of bed, pretending to innocently stretch his waist.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh, slept so comfortably yesterday."

Lucia, who woke up from her "deep sleep," opened her eyes and immediately looked in the direction of Wang Xiaole.

The subsequent actions of getting out of bed, running over, and pouncing on him were all part of their morning routine.

The only difference today was:

While embracing him, Lucia raised her lips and lightly bit on Wang Xiaole's earlobe, moistening it with saliva.

"Dear, your smell is as good as ever... just with a hint of a girl's fragrance. You weren't being entangled by some vixen in the early hours, were you?"

"No, of course not!"

Does a similar answer require hesitation?

Of course not.

In all honesty, Wang Xiaole was entangled with a girl and not a fox, let alone encountering some wild animal that was forbidden to turn into a spirit.

With this subtle question and answer concluded, Lucia was satisfied with the response and thought to herself:

My dear truly loves me deeply. The intimate scene I witnessed a while ago must have been caused by the persistent "vixen number two."

Regardless of where this confidence came from, at least in this moment, Lucia felt very happy, and the tone of her voice was like a jump and spin:

"I'm glad you weren't entangled. Dear, are you going out today? Can you take me with you?"

In response, Wang Xiaole smiled gently, didn't say a word, and took a step forward.

Click, click, click, click, click, click!

As a result, his arm was locked, even though Lucia had never practiced any martial arts, the momentary lock was executed perfectly.

Love makes a girl grow...

"Nervous, can you take me out with you?"

Even though her tone sounded so gentle, the strength used to lock the arm was surprisingly strong in comparison.

Wang Xiaole felt that he was too young, and he didn't understand the changes in girls enough.

What was currently in front of him was a straightforward question, he couldn't choose another option or start a branching storyline.

As a teenager from the heavenly kingdom who understood the situation, he knew he had to say "yes."

"We're going out."

With one arm held, the two of them left together.

On the surface, Wang Xiaole didn't show any nervousness, but in reality, he was quite anxious.

Because he knew that he wasn't going somewhere else, but to participate in a martial arts tournament held in the capital city for marriage proposals.

Although his main purpose for participating was for money, if by any chance the girl he was with found out, it could lead to unnecessary misunderstandings and the consequences would be unimaginable.

But compared to what he was about to experience in the near future, the troubles Wang Xiaole faced now weren't particularly difficult.

After all, he still didn't know until now:

The victor in the martial arts contest would have the honor of becoming the consort of the empress, upgrading his status to "imperial husband".