Cute girls are soft and sweet.
As someone with personal experience, An Zhen was very qualified to say that.
Little Yu Tong's ice cream was rather fleshy and soft, feeling more comfortable to press than the softest fabric, and Huo Yutong, having worked harder than others due to her low aptitude in the past, often exercised, making her leg muscles quite elastic.
Being massaged like that was pure enjoyment.
As for Wang Dong'er.
The absolutely beautiful girl was a standard beauty.
Every curve was a manifestation of youth and beauty intertwined, and her two 'ice creams' were like exquisite works of art, held in the palm of one's hand for fear of dropping them, and held in the mouth for fear of melting.
"An Zhen Ge-ge, do you know why Yu Tong came to school dressed as a boy?" The little darling, lying in An Zhen's arms, changed her address to him as per his request, her cute cheeks flushed, and the sole of her little foot, now wearing a different pair of white socks, was being tickled.
"Generally, there are three reasons for this: first, a young miss's curiosity. Second, a male identity is more suitable for certain activities. Third, to avoid certain people, thus disguising oneself; besides changing one's species, changing gender is naturally the best disguise."
"Mm."
The girl lifted her small head, the attachment in her eyes almost overflowing.
She wanted to tell him her secret.
"Actually, my enemy…"
It was similar to what An Zhen remembered.
That venomous woman, the White Tiger Duke's wife.
Fearing discovery, the cautious loli had been cross-dressing ever since she left the Duke's mansion.
"If you want to cry, just cry. Little Yu Tong still has me; I am Little Yu Tong's family."
"An Zhen Ge-ge…"
After comforting the little girl for a while, Huo Yutong's emotions stabilized.
"Little Yu Tong didn't tell Bei Bei and the others?"
"No." The loli gently shook her head; what she had said at the time was that she had an unspeakable secret.
"I see."
With a change of thought, the white socks on her small feet disappeared, and a pair of white pantyhose, translucent and flesh-toned, encased Huo Yutong's two slender calves. A finger traced a beautiful curve from her heel, moving up towards her slender calf.
"Careful disguise is good, but it's still very safe within Shrek Academy."
If based on the original plot.
Dai Huabin and his mother originally regarded her and her mother as ants, constantly bullying them when they were within reach, building their happiness upon their pain. When the 'ant' escaped, they wouldn't even bother to search, because she simply didn't care about Huo Yutong. In the original work, even when Huo Yuhao overwhelmingly defeated Dai Huabin, he didn't recognize that the person stepping on his head was the 'ant' he had casually crushed in the past.
Moreover, when Dai Huabin, in his rage, tried to ambush Huo Yuhao, the assassins only made their move outside the school.
"Alright, let's begin today's cultivation."
"Mm."
Huo Yutong was very curious; Wang Dong said that the Xuan Water Pill could increase innate spirit power by one level, so would her current cultivation speed be even faster?
An Zhen's fingers reluctantly left the sweet and soft skin.
After all, there was a guest; he had to entertain her well.
The boy and girl sat cross-legged on the bed and began to meditate.
The next moment, an invisible barrier enveloped the two. A figure appeared beside Wang Dong'er, who looked like a sleeping beauty.
The figure was naturally An Zhen.
And the one cultivating with Huo Yutong was also An Zhen.
Just like a clone.
However, there was only one consciousness.
An Zhen was able to replicate multiple Ma Xiaotao using the Reflection Spirit Ability, so he could naturally replicate multiple versions of himself.
And this clone's mission was singular: cultivate.
Then, later, use the First Soul Skill Reflection to project the cultivation from this body onto the main body.
How could cultivation be such an inconvenient thing?
Long eyelashes fluttered, and the originally calm and gentle face showed a vivid expression. A pair of dreamlike eyes slowly opened, and the absolutely beautiful girl looked confused.
"This is… An Zhen's dorm?"
Seeing the same scene as she had woken up to this morning, the girl was stunned, then instantly jumped up excitedly.
How did she get here?
Originally, when she saw Huo Yutong begin to meditate, she had followed suit and started cultivating herself.
But now…
The girl's beautiful eyes caught sight of the person beside her.
"An Zhen!"
"Ah!"
Her two white-stockinged feet instinctively recoiled, and she accidentally stumbled, her dress-clad bottom landing directly on the bed. Only then did Wang Dong notice that the clothes on her body were different from her original ones; this was an off-shoulder dress, and her feet were wearing a pair of over-the-knee white stockings.
"What's going on?"
Her slender fingers gently caressed her cheek, and Wang Dong realized that her disguise was also gone, and why did she have such smooth, long hair?
"You can think of this as a dream, a dream I control."
The boy sitting by the bed slowly spoke.
"It was you, you scoundrel, who did this!"
"I thought the young miss had guessed it herself."
"What do you want to do?" The girl huddled in the corner, looking wary.
"You."
Wang Dong: ?
After a moment, a captivating blush crept up the girl's face from her snow-white neck.
"An Zhen, I misjudged you!"
With a fair finger pointing at An Zhen, the girl loudly accused:
"How can you face Yu Tong after this!"
"You scumbag!"
"Hey, hey, hey, don't make groundless accusations," An Zhen said somewhat helplessly, looking at the exasperated girl. If he had to apologize, he should apologize to Meng Hongchen first.
"Then tell me, why am I here, and where did these clothes on me come from?"
With her arms crossed, misty tears welled up in her dreamlike eyes, and a bitter taste filled her heart.
She had felt sorry for him before and wanted to compensate him. But now, it was clear this guy had long harbored intentions towards her; he even changed her clothes. Wuwuwu, her innocence was gone.
"Is there a possibility that this body you're in right now isn't your body?"
"Eh?!"
Her silent sobbing stopped, and her dreamlike eyes stared blankly at An Zhen.
"Snap!"
An Zhen snapped his fingers, and an absolutely beautiful figure appeared beside Wang Dong, with pinkish-blue hair and eyes—it was her, and it was her in her short-haired male disguise.
"To be precise, everything here, except your own will, is my property; I created it."
"Snap!"
Another snap of fingers.
To the astonished gaze of her pinkish-blue eyes, the dress on her body transformed into a white short-sleeved top and white shorts, revealing her fair and strong thighs, and her white-socked feet wore a pair of sneakers, a vibrant, youthful girl.
"This is how your clothes changed. As for why you appeared here, it should be because you are very special."
For example, Huo Yutong, the daughter of destiny.
As the daughter of a God King, or more precisely, half of Tang Wutong, Wang Dong'er was undoubtedly special.
In other words, those who were beneficial to this World were 'swallowed' by the Virtual World, which had begun to gradually unlock its corresponding authority.
"This young lady is naturally special!"
The girl in sportswear proudly lifted her head, showing no trace of her previous 'wuwuwu' crying.
"So, you mean my consciousness came here, but my body is still on the bed in the dorm?"
"Yes, that's why I said this is a dream World." An Zhen nodded gently. Unless it's Reflection, everything that happens here is as illusory as the moon in the water or a flower in a mirror, except for memories.
"Will it affect reality?" Wang Dong'er pressed.
"If I use my First Soul Skill, I can selectively turn what happens here into reality, otherwise it won't affect it."
"So that's how you defeated that big turtle back then?"
"Mm."
The beautiful girl leaned closer, looking like a curious child.
"Young Miss Wang, please maintain an appropriate distance. You need to be fair to your friend."
An Zhen silently took a step back.
"Of course this young lady is fair to Yu Tong!" the red-cheeked girl said. "But why do I feel like this body is exactly like mine?"
"A one-to-one replica, even the internal organs."
"Then you still say you weren't being a pervert." This was no different from seeing her completely naked. Her long, strong, beautiful legs stomped hard on the bed, feeling as if she was stomping on someone.
"No."
Wang Dong'er shook her small head, her dreamlike hair gently swaying.
"Put me back in reality, and then let me give you a good beating. For Yu Tong's sake, I'll definitely leave you with one breath."
She had cried just now, and now Wang Dong'er felt she couldn't cry anymore. She had even had some good feelings for him because of his previous actions, thinking he was a good person. But now, although it wasn't her body, it was exactly like her body, and she was being treated like a puppet by this guy.
An Zhen did not answer, but looked at the unconscious Wang Dong beside him.
"Cultivate meditation."
The short-haired girl sat cross-legged on the bed, her spirit power flowing.
"Cultivate in this World, and when you leave, I can use the First Soul Skill to project the cultivation onto the corresponding person's projection." Cupping his face in his hands, the boy smiled at the surprised Wang Dong'er. "Alright, let me send Young Miss Wang out now. I will come to apologize later, bearing thorns."
"Wait a moment."
With a swift step, her long, fair legs moved forward, and her pinkish-blue eyes looked at the boy expectantly, "An Zhen, I've always considered you a good friend, actually."
Manipulation.
What does Wang Dong'er like?
She likes to play.
With twin spirits and the Clear Sky Sect's resources, if she had only cultivated diligently, she would never have been only a two-ring Spirit Master at this age. Dai Huabin and Ning Tian were both three-ring, and Wang Dong's aptitude and the treasures she usually enjoyed were superior to theirs. But this child disliked cultivation; the whale glue, a treasure for improving physical quality, was only described by her as being so unpalatable she wanted to vomit.
"So, my good friend, can I touch your thigh?"
His dark eyes gazed at the delicate, fair skin. For some reason, the phrase "Good brother, let me touch your thigh" suddenly came to mind.