Two long and thin magical threads shot from a fixed direction, swift as the wind and fierce as thunder. The imminent threat that came in the blink of an eye was impossible for the already exhausted Mewo White to evade. She could only watch as danger loomed closer before her.

When faced with danger, being rescued by a trusted individual is a wish that not all, but at least a considerable number of girls have. Mewo White was one such girl. In the moment of peril, aside from relentlessly devising strategies, fleeting images of her "big brother" crossed her mind, fantasizing about his timely arrival. However, fantasies were just that - fantasies. Soon enough, Mewo White shook off those impractical thoughts. She wasn't suspecting anyone, but simply had a pessimistic view of her current surroundings.

The place Mewo White was currently in was far from any rooms on the second floor, let alone the guest room where her "big brother" might be staying, separated by quite a distance. For her to receive help, her "big brother" would have to be nearby, but how likely was that?

Now, Mewo White abandoned all fantasies and prepared to face her fate in the next moment...!

Crackle!

Abruptly, a sound erupted, as if abruptly halting the momentum of something nearby, creating a jarring interruption. And this sound occurred in quick succession twice. Mewo White, being very brave, did not close her eyes in fear as danger approached her; hence, at the moment of the incident, her blinking, clear eyes did not miss any detail of the unfolding scene.

It was him, he had arrived! His slender arm reached forward, deflecting the two straight magical threads. If Mewo White looked closely, she would see a swirling "protective membrane" between the two threads and the man's arm; this membrane was not composed of holy power, but a more greedy force, known as magic.

The fundamental characteristic of magic is absorption, and because of the person's own powerful strength, the magic he controlled surged aggressively! The moment the magic erupted outward with suction force, concentric ripples spread out, swallowing the outer end of the thread, and even hinting at a trend of swallowing everything from the source.

With the magic covering his arm, he - Wang Xiaole - was able to save Mewo White from danger based on his self-defense. In the following moments, two figures, with the larger one taking the lead, carried the smaller one back to safety.

"Burning the midnight oil isn't a good habit! But then again, I'm not in the position to say that," said Wang Xiaole, still not letting Mewo White down as he held her with one arm.

Before going to bed tonight, Wang Xiaole spent over an hour specifically studying that book, enabling him to reach an intermediate level of proficiency in "Mewo White's language." This improvement in language skills allowed him to understand the silent meaning of Mewo White and immediately question:

"Mewo White, wanted to come to my room to sleep with me, but ended up sneaking out in the middle of the night?"

"......(nodding)"

"Really? So it turns out we both had the same idea!"

Wang Xiaole was genuinely surprised.

He had always assumed that as the night owl wandering the palace at odd hours, he was the only one, but now he realized he was not alone after all.

Speaking of Wang Xiaole's mood tonight, it was quite complex.

Just like the emptiness he felt both physically and emotionally after Mewo White left, his own thoughts were similarly muddled.

Being away from home and with Siya and the others not around, Wang Xiaole's sense of unease was stronger than ever before;

If Mewo White were to spend another night in a different room, the sense of emptiness and discomfort that originated from within him would push Wang Xiaole to take action.

In simpler terms, tonight, it wasn't just Mewo White feeling lonely, Wang Xiaole was also feeling a bit 'empty and lonely'!

In terms of timing, Wang Xiaole and Mewo White had almost left at the same time.

While the latter had made it here swiftly relying on agility;

The former was completely different, the main reason he successfully got here was because he had sold off the last remnants of his integrity.

Unlike Mewo White's maneuvering around the guards, Wang Xiaole, at the moment he decided to go find Mewo White, walked out through the main entrance of the room.

When the guard noticed that the person he was supposed to watch was trying to sneak past him, he immediately put on a stern face and resolutely tried to stop him.

Unfortunately, the guard's attempts to stop Wang Xiaole were rendered futile in front of a flirtatious look he cast.

By now, the intelligent reader should have a good idea.

Yes, the only reason Wang Xiaole made it here successfully was because he had enticed the guard with his charm!

The events that transpired in the palace tonight just proved that concepts like loyalty were completely insignificant in the face of desire and lust.

Though initially, the guards had denied their desires, resisting the temptation with patience;

Parts of their bodies, their unblinking eyes, however, were fixated on Wang Xiaole.

The 'righteous' guards eventually succumbed to their desires and engaged in sinful exchanges with the intruders.

Dealing with these orc guards wasn't too difficult, though each one demanded a considerable amount of time to be satisfied, slowing down Wang Xiaole's progress, in the end:

He merely exposed his chest a little, showing off the 'valley' between his breasts, and those guards were content;

In contrast, Lucia, who occasionally tried to rub her body or head against him, looking for some physical contact, clearly had a larger appetite.

Every batch of guards Wang Xiaole encountered along the way, while varying in the length of resisting temptation, all eventually yielded;

In the end, they all requested the same thing;

"Don’t tell His Majesty about what happened tonight, or I’ll be in big trouble!"

In fact, Wang Xiaole didn’t need this reminder; he would keep this matter a secret himself, never letting more people know, especially not telling Mewo White.

The reason why he was so reluctant to tell Mewo White about his arrival here was mainly due to his concern of causing a negative impact on the child.

He firmly believed that this matter did not belong to his unblemished history, hence he decided to bury the secret deep within him.

Fortunately, Mewo White didn’t ask much, completely immersed in the joy of meeting her 'big brother.'

Since they had finally met each other, they wasted no time and immediately headed towards a room.

Along the way, the guards saw Wang Xiaole holding the hand of the princess of their country and intended to say something but none of them actually spoke a word.

The situation had come to this, and they were no less involved in it;

Even if they tried to stop it now, facing the girl who had puzzled them, their efforts seemed futile.

Since the guards couldn't stop them, they could only console themselves internally one by one:

It’s alright, Her Highness is being escorted into a room by a girl, how big of a problem can it be?

At this point, they could only think that way.

At the critical moment of the 'challenge,' Mewo White's experience unexpectedly went smoothly;

She attributed it all to her 'big brother.'

Subsequently, the two walked into the room hand in hand.

Compared to where Mewo White had previously lived, this place not only appeared much narrower, but the cracks in the walls were not handled properly, allowing the night breeze to seep in occasionally.

Even though they were indoors, it wasn't much warmer here than outside;

Those residing in this room could truly experience the word 'hardship.'

Wang Xiaole had some other ideas initially, such as using a barrier to block out the wind from outside, but Mewo White had already jumped onto the bed.

Already tired, she yawned slightly, gesturing with her eyes for her big brother to come over quickly.

Since Mewo White didn’t mind the indoor temperature, Wang Xiaole dismissed the thought of setting up a barrier;

However, just in case, he still decided to cover most of the blanket around Mewo White to ensure she could stay warm tonight.

The blanket was pushed over, but shortly after, quickly pushed back,

Mewo White enjoyed being spoiled, but not every time did she want to receive special treatment.

She believed that since she was in her 'big brother’s' room, she should take care of him more rather than being unilaterally taken care of.

The two, caring for each other, seemed to be at odds at the moment, pushing the blanket back and forth.

This tedious process continued for a full five to six minutes before finally coming to a halt;

Now, they both didn’t have to fight over it anymore.

During the back-and-forth flipping, the blanket gradually twisted into a shape like a twisted doughnut, entwining the two together.

In the elongated strip of the twisted blanket, Wang Xiaole and Mewo White were tightly pressed against each other, closer than ever before.

"Just like that."

Wang Xiaole gave up, and Mewo White showed no intention of persisting with the idea any longer, falling asleep near "Big Brother" like that.

Mewo White's body pressed tightly against Wang Xiaole, the unique softness of a young girl's skin passing through the clothes and onto Wang Xiaole's skin seamlessly.

Before he knew it, a soothing sound of gentle breathing came from under the blankets;

Watching the girl in front of him, her sleeping posture a hundred times cuter than an ordinary person's, Wang Xiaole couldn't help but move closer and observe from a closer distance.

As the time spent staring at her sleeping form stretched on, he suddenly felt embarrassed, and a peculiar feeling emerged inexplicably.

"If Mewo White were awake and heard what I'm about to say, she would definitely misunderstand me and think I'm saying something inappropriate."

Wang Xiaole had no intention of flirting, after all, he was facing an underage girl, and if he were to flirt, he would have to wait another five or six years for her to grow up.

At this moment, Wang Xiaole simply had this peculiar feeling, just like how he felt when he first saw Lucia, unable to help but ponder:

"Before that encounter in the forest, did I perhaps encounter Mewo White somewhere else?"

If not, who could that fleeting image of a small figure in his memory belong to?