Ling Xue looked around and noticed that everyone was gazing at her—everyone except Ning Shu, who had her head lowered.
Frowning in discontent, Ling Xue thought of Lin Jiajia, who always seemed to cause her trouble. Yet, a simple complaint to An Rong would prompt her to rally others to deal with Ning Shu.
Ning Shu kept her head down, suppressing the impulse to grab Leng Ao and shake him awake.
She felt weak, constantly influenced by the lingering emotions of this body. It took a great deal of effort to suppress those feelings. Ning Shu knew she couldn't let the original host's emotions sway her; if she did, she would be no different from the original. Staying calm was essential.
Suddenly, she felt a cold gaze directed at her. Ning Shu lifted her head to meet Ling Xue's eyes. The gaze was chilling and aloof, as if Ling Xue were looking at an insect.
Ning Shu was puzzled. She was hiding away, not causing any trouble—so why was the main character looking at her?
Confronting Ling Xue was out of the question. The disparity in their abilities was vast, akin to the chasm between heaven and earth. Ning Shu decided to keep her distance and avoid provoking a tiger; if she did, she would surely be thrown to the depths for the fish to feast on.
Yes, the female lead was indeed fierce and ruthless.
Noticing Ling Xue's gaze, Leng Ao also turned to look at Ning Shu. Ning Shu's body trembled with excitement.
Ning Shu: …
What was this body getting so worked up about? It was just a glance. Ning Shu wasn't the original host and wasn't swayed by Leng Ao's striking looks. To her, who had already died once, he was just a pink skeleton.
Leng Ao studied Ning Shu, his brows knitting together. Disgust flared in his eyes as he recalled her identity. He held no favorable opinion of this Lin Jiajia, who always tried to cling to him. She was repugnant, and he had casually mentioned this, leading the entire school to bully her.
Who did she think she was? Telling him to stay away from Ling Xue—she clearly didn't know her place.
He sensed her gaze. Wait—why was it so clear? In the past, it had been filled with what she believed to be deep love, but now there was nothing in her eyes. She looked at him as if he were a stranger.
Leng Ao sneered. Was she attempting the childish ploy of 'capture by letting loose' to gain his attention? How naive.
He turned back to Ling Xue, his eyes filled with warmth as he said in a tsundere manner, "Hey, my birthday's this weekend. You're coming to my dinner party, right?"
Ling Xue wasn't interested in some birthday celebration; she was busy expanding her territory. Speaking of which—Ling Xue ground her teeth. She had encountered an obstacle.
Though she had relied on her cultivation, her body, modified by spiritual energy, was fundamentally different from ordinary people. Yet that man had held his own against her in battle, which left Ling Xue feeling frustrated. At the same time, she felt a growing desire to subdue him.
Leng Ao's expression faltered when Ling Xue didn't respond. He felt a twinge of hurt but didn't show it. Instead, he lifted his chin defiantly, declaring, "I won't let you off if you don't come."
How childish, Ling Xue thought, recalling the man she had clashed with—cold, ruthless, and capable. His gaze burned when he looked at her, imbued with an ambiguous intensity. Whenever she remembered that look, her heart raced.
All women loved to be dominated by a strong man, especially Ling Xue, who had come from the cultivation world. To her, ordinary people were merely ants.
However… seeing the nervousness and hope in Leng Ao's eyes was undeniably enjoyable. She relished dictating the emotions of others.
Ling Xue found herself liking this world. Though there was little spiritual energy, it was a stark contrast to the cultivation world. She felt as though she was at the pinnacle of this realm, and that sensation was refreshing.
"I'll go, and I'll prepare a gift too," Ling Xue said calmly, her emotions steady and unruffled.
A smile broke out on Leng Ao's face, although he maintained his tsundere posture. "At least you know some tact."