Superpowered Love Academy

"Okay, I'll put on some clothes."

"You don't need to wear it."

Zuo Le paused, but he still closed his eyes, bit his tongue, and took a T-shirt from the cabinet and put it on.

When they returned to the bedside, the girl offered him her seat.

Single beds are small to begin with, and even if you make room for some people, they won't be much more spacious. This is why Zuo Le has always been unwilling to sleep with Tu Mi.

Sleeping together, we're too close.

Zuo Le lay down stiffly. He didn't really have any feelings for Tu Qi, but even though her request was very gentle, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

He deliberately turned his back.

Zuo Le hoped to fall asleep as soon as possible to avoid the awkward situation that might follow.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, that gentle finger slipped under his armpit and rested on his chest.

She patted him gently.

Then came a whisper as beautiful as heavenly music:

"Go to sleep."

Chapter 61 The Game [Affection Level: 1]

Faced with such tenderness, even the strongest will is useless; it will melt away!

Zuo Le has been thinking about the reasons and solutions.

He didn't understand why Tuqi did this, or why she went to such lengths.

Is there anything particularly interesting about him that's worth exploiting?

Did they realize that he was a time traveler?

Void's talent?

Future potential?

Or is there some other hidden investment value?

Is the intention to completely control him, to use his allure, or to use the hibiscus to make him a weapon of the Lightbringer?

how to respond?

Countless ideas flashed through Zuo Le's mind, and corresponding solutions were generated accordingly.

Fear, anger, hatred.

"Hatred is probably out of the question, and fear seems impossible, so how can anger be triggered?"

In the long night, the comfort on my chest is warm and sacred.

It gave this long night a place to rest.

It's like a child who has walked a long, dark road and then stumbles into his mother's arms.

Zuo Le was startled when this thought crossed his mind, because he had no idea who his mother was, nor had he ever experienced any glory or comfort, neither in the past nor now.

This made him feel very awkward as he lowered his guard again.

Almost asleep in gentleness.

Zuo Le stopped struggling and resisting. Instead, she turned around and lay flat on the bed, breathing evenly and calmly, and turned her head to the side.

Their eyes were almost touching.

"Are you very sad?" Tuqi was the first to speak.

"You wouldn't understand," Zuo Le shook his head.

“I heard you, your pain is real.” Tuqi moved closer, her forehead touching Tuqi’s.

Zuo Le revealed a smile that even Tu Qi found meaningful.

But he did not respond and fell into a deep sleep.

……

The next morning, Zuo Le suddenly opened his eyes.

Clang!

With his right hand quietly gripping the short sword, Zuo Le suddenly flipped over and landed on top of Tu Qi.

The sword's edge was pressed against the girl's throat!

A chilling murderous intent emanated from him.

But Tuqi did not resist. She just looked at Zuo Le with gentle eyes, stretched out her finger, and gently stroked Zuo Le's cheek and chin with her fingertip.

This gentleness once again soothed all of Zuo Le's emotions:

"You must have had a tough time these past few years."

Zuo Le instantly lost his resistance and struggle. It seemed that the gloom, fighting, and deceit that had accumulated in his heart for many years were calmed by this moment of comfort.

My heart also found a long-lost peace.

He lowered his head, his eyes flickering.

My idea seemed to work, but my reaction was somewhat excessive and foolish.

If Tuqi were to lose even a single hair on his person, he would have to pay with at least one leg, and possibly even three legs.

Why did I even think of hitting her?

Are you drunk?

Zuo Le quickly got off Tu Qi, retreated to the bedside, released her weapon, and tried to keep her voice steady:

"I apologize for the inconvenience, Tuqi. I was a little overwhelmed just now."

"Wouldn't it be better to call me Tu Mi?" Tu Qi replied with a smile, showing no anger and not denying her identity.

"..."

Zuo Le didn't want to indulge her perverse tastes, so she could only step back and remain silent.

Tu Qi had no intention of giving up. She stepped barefoot onto the cement floor and approached Zuo Le again:

"Always keeping unhappy things to yourself will inevitably lead to pain."

Although they deliberately imitated each other's voices, the two sisters gave Zuo Le a completely different feeling.

Zuo Le turned her head away, avoiding her pure and bright gaze:

"I'm going to wash up, please excuse me for a moment."

After apologizing, Zuo Le quickly went to the restroom.

He closed the door and punched the concrete wall.

Tu Qi's gentle yet firm reassurance just now touched on Zuo Le's most painful past.

Because it's so comfortable, it's also so uncomfortable.

Anger was the effect Zuo Le wanted; it would bring him to his senses.

"This level is not enough."

Zuo Le braced himself against the sink, turned on the tap, and rubbed his face.

Then I turned around and started turning on the water...

But the next moment, that gentle and soft hand appeared on his back again.

Zuo Le, who was urinating, couldn't help but shudder, and two drops of urine flew out!

Hey!

"Are you so nervous because you're afraid I'll peek at Xiao Zuo Le?"

The smiling question from behind made Zuo Le glance at the toilet door instinctively. He was quite certain that the door was closed and had not been opened.

How did she get in?

Teleport?

"Tuqi, I'm in the restroom."

"Adorable cats will keep humans company when they go to the toilet."

Zuo Le was speechless. What kind of reason was that?

He forced himself to urinate, steadied his breathing, and flushed the toilet.

"I have always thought that Saintess He Guang should be a rather solemn and sacred being."

"Zuo Le, I'm a few months younger than you, and I haven't done anything out of line, have I?"

Zuo Le: ...

She pretends to be her younger sister and appears in a boy's dormitory, eating and sleeping together, teasing and playing with him from time to time.

Even barging in while he's using the toilet, is that what you call not doing anything out of line?

Indeed, both sisters are extraordinary beings in essence.

"The restroom isn't convenient, let's talk outside," Zuo Le said, pointing to the door.

"it is good."

The two walked out of the bathroom together. Zuo Le wanted to sit at the dining table and talk to her, but Tu Qi went straight to his bed.

Zuo Le now feels a bit resistant whenever she sees a bed, and hesitantly mentioned:

"Can't I sit here?"

Tu Qi tugged at her white shirt and swayed it from side to side:

"I'm not wearing pants, so my butt will get cold if I sit on the stool."

Good reason!

Zuo Le gave in once again. He knew perfectly well that his emotions were being influenced by her, but that warmth felt so real…

Sitting on the edge of the bed with Tu Qi, Zuo Le hesitated for a moment before speaking.

Why do we need to do this?

"Tu Mi is a very special person to me. Your appearance has given her something to look forward to, so I want to see you."

Tuqi put away her jokes, her voice was calm and even, and her attitude was very serious, just like an older sister.

This was indeed a reasonable reason, but Zuo Le remained silent.

Based on my experience from last night to today, I find myself inexplicably agreeing with and believing everything Tuqi says.

Zuo Le felt that he was clear-headed enough at the moment, so he glanced at Tu Qi out of the corner of his eye, but still did not see any information about the favorability rating.

Therefore, I am still in a state of being affected.

He gets physically controlled the moment he gets close to her; isn't that just plain cheating?

"Heh heh, it seems I misunderstood you." Zuo Le chuckled dryly.

Tu Qi seemed to see through Zuo Le's thoughts, and with her chin slightly propped up, she tilted her head and leaned closer once again.

Zuo Le was still relatively sober, so her first reaction was to hide.

"Don't hide." Tuqi's voice came from beside me.

Zuo Le stood frozen in place as the slightly wicked whispers grew closer:

"Since we can't resist, can't we learn to enjoy it?"

Zuo Le: ? ? ?

What kind of thunderous words are these?

Zuo Le didn't say anything, but the way he looked at Tu Qi became increasingly strange.

Seemingly sensing Zuo Le's emotions, Tu Qi moved even closer, resting her head on Zuo Le's neck: