Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

"You're the slob! Your whole family are slobs!"

Wu Siduo glared at him reproachfully, but her gaze wasn't particularly menacing; instead, the blush on her cheeks made her look charming.

She walked to the table, picked up a dry, soft towel, and began to gently dry her wet hair. The towel absorbed the water droplets, but a few occasionally escaped and fell onto the clean tabletop, making a soft yet clear "tap, tap" sound.

The room fell silent for a moment, with only the soft rustling of the towel against the hair and the faint, intertwined breathing of the two people.

The warm steam emanating from the bathroom had not completely dissipated, lingering in the air and making the light appear softer and more hazy.

The delicate fragrance mingled with the slightly damp air, silently enveloping the small space. A subtle, indescribable atmosphere quietly arose and spread in the stillness.

“Speaking of which,” Lu Jun suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, his voice tinged with a probing smile, “I feel like your persona is a bit off, isn’t it? Shouldn’t you be the type of aloof, beautiful, and powerful genius girl who’s all on her own? Instead…”

Wu Siduo paused in drying her hair, then turned around and met Lu Jun's smiling gaze.

She pursed her lips and replied in a tone that was half complaining and half teasing, "Yes, yes, that's it. It's a pity, I was perfectly fine before—"

She drew out the word, her eyes deliberately lingering on Lu Jun:
"Didn't you already ruin it completely?"

She took a small step forward, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief and barely perceptible anticipation, and added softly:
"So, you have to take responsibility for me."

Lu Jun was slightly taken aback, then looked at her shy yet feigning confidence, his smile deepened, and almost without hesitation, he nodded and readily agreed:

"……Row."

This simple word was like a pebble thrown into Wu Siduo's heart lake, instantly creating ripples.

Her heart skipped a beat and then began to beat faster and faster uncontrollably, making her chest feel slightly numb.

She instinctively looked away quickly, not daring to meet Lu Jun's gaze again, feeling her cheeks burning hot.

She lowered her head, staring at her toes, her voice unconsciously dropping, tinged with a barely perceptible panic: "You...aren't you supposed to be going to the Federal Headquarters? Why...aren't you leaving yet?"

"No rush." ​​Lu Jun's voice came from above her head, deep and gentle, like the evening breeze brushing through the treetops, "Let's talk after your hair is dry."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, his fingertips twitching slightly.

A wisp of icy blue soul power flowed from his fingertips. Unlike the fierce and sharp soul power he used in battle, this wisp of soul power was exceptionally gentle, and even carried a just-right, comfortable temperature.

It was like an invisible warm current, or the gentlest breeze, slowly flowing towards Wu Siduo's still dripping long hair.

The moment the soul power touched the hair, it did not bring any chill. Instead, it felt like countless warm and skillful hands gently wrapping and combing each strand of wet hair.

The moisture stored in the hair quickly transforms into fine water vapor that is barely perceptible to the naked eye under the influence of this gentle force, and evaporates quietly.

Wu Siduo felt a warm and comforting touch on her head. Her body stiffened slightly at first, then slowly relaxed.

She lowered her head, her vision limited to her toes and a small patch of smooth floor, but her heart pounded like a drum, faster and louder, almost bursting out of her chest.

The heat on my cheeks only intensified, and even my ears felt burning.

The unique, clear, and refreshing scent emanating from Lu Jun, like a snow lotus on an icy plain, mingled subtly with the sweet, watery fragrance of her shower gel, creating a strange and unsettling aroma that lingered around her nose, making her somewhat distracted and restless.

But then, Wu Siduo felt a pang of resentment and indignation.

It's always the same. I can't resist the urge to tease or flirt with him, but what's the result?

Every time, he easily countered me with just a few words, leaving me red-faced and utterly defeated.
In the end, all I can do is suffer in silence.

But once their anger subsides, they don't learn their lesson and try to go after them again next time...

Going around in circles, it seems like it's always me who suffers and feels resentful.

"Aren't you... busy?"

To dispel the lingering, tantalizing thoughts in her mind, and to break the silence that was making her heart race, Wu Siduo spoke again, her voice softer than usual.

Lu Jun seemed to chuckle softly, his voice almost touching.

“Little cat,” he replied with a hint of casual teasing. “You have to understand, when a person’s speed reaches a certain limit, for example… when it only takes a minute to fly from one end of the continent to the other, the concept of the word ‘busy’ becomes very blurred. Time, on the contrary, becomes the least urgent thing.”

As he spoke, he even leisurely stretched out his other hand and gently touched Wu Siduo's smooth forehead with the tip of his index finger.

The moment their fingertips touched, Wu Siduo trembled slightly. An indescribable, cool yet warm sensation, like the purest spring, surged in from that point of contact, instantly spreading to every part of her body and reaching the depths of her soul.

The feeling wasn't an infusion of power, but rather an enlightenment and resonance from a higher realm. It made her feel as if she had touched some mysterious rhythm between heaven and earth, and her whole spirit was invigorated. She had a wonderful illusion that she was floating and almost ascending, and that her soul was being cleansed and sublimated.

"Come."

Lu Jun's voice pulled her back from this mysterious feeling, and his tone became more serious.

"You've just advanced to the Limit Douluo realm, and your cultivation level is just beginning to stabilize. I happen to have some insights, so I'll help you organize and solidify them, which might be of some use to you."

His expression was upright and his eyes were clear, showing no trace of his earlier mockery. He seemed to be a senior guiding his juniors.

Wu Siduo blinked, suppressing the ripples in her heart caused by the intimate contact. Although she was a little unaccustomed to his sudden seriousness, she still obediently nodded, calmed her mind, relaxed her body, and cooperated with his guidance.

……

Time slipped away quietly amidst the peaceful contemplation and exchange.

Two hours later, Lu Jun looked at Wu Siduo, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed, her aura flowing smoothly around her, clearly having entered a state of enlightenment, and a look of satisfaction flashed across his eyes.

Both their natural talents and temperament are excellent.

He is indeed a rare and promising talent.

Unfortunately... the satisfaction in Lu Jun's eyes was quickly replaced by a deep, icy chill.

He himself is currently stuck at the quasi-god level, continuously weakened by the laws of the universe, and his future is shrouded in mystery. It is unlikely that he will make any progress in the short term.

This invisible shackle felt like a fishbone stuck in my throat.

Although he is now the strongest known Limit Douluo in the history of Douluo Continent.

But just when he could have gone further, he was inexplicably blocked, which made him very unhappy.

I'll get my hands on those damned laws of the universe sooner or later... (End of Chapter)