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Chapter 118 Wang Dong'er's Jealousy
Early morning, inside the main palace of the Beast God Pavilion.

The warm, golden morning light shone through the carved window lattice onto the large bed.

Ling Han's consciousness was the first to awaken from his slumber, and the first thing he felt was two soft, fragrant bodies pressed tightly against him.

His body was mostly pressed against Wang Dong'er's petite and delicate body, the sweet fragrance of the young girl mixed with the faint floral scent of the Goddess of Light butterfly lingering around his nose.

His lips landed squarely on Wang Qiu'er's full, alluring lips, the warm, slightly cool sensation exceptionally clear.

As he subconsciously raised his head slightly to separate them, a wisp of ambiguous, crystalline silver thread was stretched and broken, shimmering in the morning light.

Ling Han opened his icy blue eyes, and what came into view was Wang Qiu'er's cold and stunning sleeping face, which was right in front of him.

One of his hands was still around Wang Dong'er's swan-like neck, while the other hand was tightly wrapped around Wang Qiu'er's waist, which was full of amazing elasticity and strength.

The moment he moved, the two beauties in his arms reacted almost simultaneously.

Wang Qiu'er's long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and her golden dragon eyes slowly opened, carrying the lazy and dreamy look of someone just waking up.

She seemed to feel the lingering touch and the ambiguous dampness on her lips. Subconsciously, she stretched out her slender fingers and gently rubbed her slightly swollen red lips. A hint of satisfaction and... lingering desire flashed in her eyes.
Her cool and aloof face exuded a unique charm in the morning light.

"Ugh..." Wang Dong'er, who was being pressed down, also woke up with a soft moan.

She blinked her big, pinkish-blue eyes in a daze, then immediately noticed the excessively close and ambiguous distance between Ling Han and Wang Qiu'er, as well as Ling Han's hand still around Wang Qiu'er's waist.

Her little mouth immediately pouted slightly in displeasure, her pink cheeks puffed up like little buns, and her bright eyes were filled with accusations of 'I saw it! I'm not happy!'. Even the arms that were wrapped around Ling Han's neck tightened a little, as if to assert her presence.

Ling Han found it both amusing and comforting to see the two women's completely different reactions.

He kissed both of their foreheads and soothed them, saying, "Alright, you little jealous one." He was speaking to Wang Dong'er, gently stroking her puffed-up cheek with his fingers. "Qiu'er, good morning," he said in a low, gentle voice.

"Good morning, my husband," Wang Qiu'er replied, her voice hoarse from just waking up, cool yet affectionate.

"Hmph!" Wang Dong'er snorted softly, but she didn't let go of Ling Han's arms. She just buried her face in his neck and rubbed against him.

Ling Han sat up: "I have important business to attend to today. I need to go to the academy to officially change its name and hang up the plaque."

Upon hearing this, the two girls also stopped their playful antics. Wang Dong'er immediately jumped out of bed and energetically went to search for the beautiful new dress she had bought yesterday.

Wang Qiu'er rose gracefully, her long, golden hair cascading down her smooth back like a waterfall. She walked to the large full-length mirror and began to comb her hair.

A moment later, both of them were ready.

Wang Dong'er changed into a light blue belted short dress. The skirt was as light as butterfly wings, revealing her fair and straight long legs. She wore a pair of delicate silver ankle boots, which perfectly highlighted her lively and charming temperament, exuding youthful energy.

Wang Qiu'er opted for a simpler yet powerful dark gold dress.

The long dress perfectly hugged her tall and proud figure, highlighting her rounded shoulders, deep collarbones, full bust, slender and powerful waist, and the two long, slender legs hidden beneath the hem—all exuding the nobility and power of the Golden Dragon Queen.

Her long, golden hair was simply tied up, revealing her swan-like neck. Her cool and elegant face needed no embellishment to be stunningly beautiful. Ling Han admired his two wives, who were very different in style but equally radiant, and nodded with satisfaction: "Let's go, let's go pick up Rongrong first."

At the entrance of the Beast God Pavilion.

Ning Rongrong had been waiting there for a while. When she saw her radiant mistresses and master, her eyes sparkled: "Master! Mistress Qiu'er! Mistress Dong'er! Good morning!" She had dressed up specially for today, wearing a light blue dress that made her look charming and lovely.

Ling Han nodded and explained the purpose of taking her to the Holy Radiance Dragon Emperor Academy today: "Rongrong, the academy officially changed its name today, and your teacher is taking you there."

“Your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Martial Soul cultivation requires a better environment. The academy will provide you with resources and guidance, and the three education committee members will also personally take care of you.”

Upon hearing that she would have to leave her master and mistress temporarily, Ning Rongrong's little face immediately showed deep reluctance, and her big eyes welled up with tears: "Master... Rongrong wants to learn from you, I don't want to leave the Beast God Pavilion..."

Ling Han ruffled her hair: "I'm just letting you study the basics at the academy, not leaving you. Your teacher and your mistresses will visit you often, and you can ask me anything you don't understand."

Wang Dong'er also pinched Ning Rongrong's little face with a smile: "Yes, Rongrong, there are many people your age in the academy. Maybe you can make new friends! Don't worry!"

Although Ning Rongrong was still reluctant to part, she nodded obediently when she heard that her master and mistress would come often: "Yes! Rongrong understands, I will definitely cultivate hard and not let my master and mistress down!"

"Ready?" Ling Han looked at Wang Qiu'er and Wang Dong'er.

Wang Dong'er immediately nodded excitedly, and the pink and blue wings of the Goddess of Light unfurled with a 'whoosh,' shimmering with light: "Husband, I'll take you!" She hugged Ling Han's waist and proudly raised her chin at Wang Qiu'er.

Although Wang Qiu'er's soul power is as high as level 97, the Golden Dragon Martial Soul is strong in its extreme power and defense. In terms of pure flight speed, it is indeed inferior to Wang Dong'er, who has the Goddess of Light Butterfly Martial Soul.

Wang Qiu'er merely glanced at Wang Dong'er indifferently and did not compete for it.

She stretched out her fair hand, and a gentle yet incredibly powerful golden soul force surged forth, steadily lifting Ning Rongrong up.

"Go!" Wang Dong'er shouted, her butterfly wings fluttering violently, carrying Ling Han as she soared into the sky like an arrow released from a bow, leaving a trail of pinkish-blue light in the air.

Wang Qiu'er carried Ning Rongrong, her golden figure following closely behind. Although her speed was slightly slower, she carried an aura of composure as solid as a mountain and dominance over the world.

en route.

Wang Dong'er hugged Ling Han tightly, feeling the wind whistling past her ears.

She still seemed a little resentful about how her husband had kissed Qiu'er first that morning. She leaned close to Ling Han's ear, her voice a mix of coquettishness and deliberate whining: "Husband~ you flew so fast, the wind was so strong!"

Before Ling Han could react, she suddenly turned her head and pressed her soft lips against his cheek, a light touch like a dragonfly skimming the water.

Then, as if that wasn't enough, he kissed the corner of her mouth again.

Her light blue eyes gleamed with a mischievous light, like a kitten that had successfully stolen some fish. While kissing him, she glanced at Wang Qiu'er, who was following closely behind, as if declaring, "Look, my husband is mine now!"

(End of this chapter)