Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 389 Second Sister?

"Huhuhu..."

For a moment, Liu Erlong's breathing became slightly rapid, and the fingers holding the bag unconsciously tightened, his knuckles turning slightly white.

A surge of heat uncontrollably rushed up her cheeks and ears, making her feel her face burning.

"...Um...wait...let me put these vegetables in the kitchen first..."

In the end, Liu Erlong did not refuse.

After all, that kind of power, that kind of powerful power that could allow one to break through to the Soul Douluo level or even become a Title Douluo, was something she couldn't help but be tempted by.

Therefore, she took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the palpitations and shyness in her heart, and tried her best to make her voice sound calm and even a bit businesslike indifference.

But, after taking only a couple of steps, Liu Erlong seemed to have thought of something...

She slowly turned around and looked at Dai Chengfeng: "Liu Erlong?"

“You used to call me ‘Dean Liu,’ didn’t you? I don’t like you calling me that…”

However, before Liu Erlong could finish refusing, Dai Chengfeng interrupted her.

At that moment, Dai Chengfeng's lips curled slightly, his smile carrying an indescribable meaning: "Liu Erlong, I think that addressing me as Dean Liu makes us seem too distant..."

"Isn't being distant good? I specifically corrected you because I wanted to keep my distance from you, you little rascal!"

Liu Erlong watched Dai Chengfeng explain to himself, feeling slightly annoyed by Dai Chengfeng's lack of tact.

Dai Chengfeng, however, seemed completely oblivious to Liu Erlong's thoughts and continued, "Look, we've known each other for a while now, and we've been through some... special things together. We could be considered friends despite our age difference, right?"

When he mentioned 'special things', Dai Chengfeng deliberately paused, enjoying the fleeting look of embarrassment and annoyance in Liu Erlong's eyes.

Then he continued, "What?"

Suddenly, Dai Chengfeng leaned forward slightly, getting closer to Liu Erlong, a mischievous smile on his face, and slowly added, "Could it be... that you want me to call you... Sister Erlong?"

Dai Chengfeng deliberately dragged out his voice, his eyes filled with amusement.

"Stop!"

As soon as Dai Chengfeng finished speaking, Liu Erlong reacted as if he had been burned by fire, and almost reflexively shouted to stop him!

The title "Sister Erlong" made her heart skip a beat for no reason, and the ambiguous and out-of-control scenes caused by the backlash of soul power in the past reappeared in her mind.

A blush uncontrollably rose on her face as she forced a straight face to hide her inner turmoil.

"Just call me Liu Erlong! Just my name! It's perfect! Please don't call me Sister Erlong!"

Liu Erlong finished speaking quickly, as if afraid that Dai Chengfeng would say something else that would make her feel "tingly numb all over," and without waiting for his reply, she turned around and hurriedly walked towards the kitchen in her high-heeled boots.

The figure, dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, appeared somewhat flustered and disheveled, a trait rarely seen in his daily life.

Dai Chengfeng leaned back on the stone chair, watching Liu Erlong's almost "fleeing in panic" figure disappear into the kitchen door. The smile on his lips gradually deepened, turning into a lazy and pleasant arc.

He picked up his teacup, took another slow sip, and his gaze inadvertently drifted towards the direction where Yu Tianheng had just stormed out.

The rising steam from the tea blurred the fleeting, profound meaning in his eyes: "Ah, Uncle..."

"I wonder what expression Yu Xiaogang, that 'master,' would have if he heard his nephew call me that?"

Soon, Dai Chengfeng shook his head, no longer dwelling on the matter of Yu Xiaogang and Yu Tianheng, and focused on savoring the warm tea in his cup.

"Good tea. I didn't expect Liu Erlong to have such good taste. I always thought she had a fetish for ugly things..."

"After all, it's good that I like Yu Xiaogang."

Dai Chengfeng leaned back comfortably on the stone chair, his gaze casually sweeping over the kitchen door as he patiently waited for Liu Erlong.

…………

...Inside the kitchen.

Liu Erlong put down the vegetables but did not walk out of the room immediately.

She leaned against the cold door; the door blocked out the view from the outside, but it couldn't block out the turmoil in her heart.

The final moments...

She hesitated.

The scene of her losing control last time was still vivid in her mind. If she hadn't broken free at the last moment, the consequences would have been unimaginable!
That feeling of being dominated by instinct, with reason completely evaporated, and wanting nothing more than to be immersed in the other person's aura... made her wish she could dig a hole and crawl into it whenever she thought about it afterwards.

Will this trip lead to the same mistake again?

What if... what if things get even worse?

Her fingers unconsciously dug at the cold door panel, her fingertips slightly cool.

"but……"

A red glint flashed in Liu Erlong's eyes, and deep within her heart, a greedy and persistent voice seemed to whisper like the words of hell:
"That power is so strong, if you can master it... Contra..."

"Even a Title Douluo is within easy reach!"

"You've been stuck at the Soul Saint realm for so many years because of Yu Xiaogang. Don't you really want to continue getting stronger?"

"You should know that just the wisps of energy that escaped from those two accidents were enough to cause a noticeable loosening of your cultivation, which had stagnated for many years..."

"And this time it's different!"

Soon, Liu Erlong suddenly opened his eyes, and the hesitation in his eyes was quickly replaced by an almost obsessive determination.

She straightened up and slapped her burning cheeks hard with both hands: "I already know that soul power will backfire. As long as I... as long as I maintain control throughout this process, carefully guide it, and only absorb a tiny bit... just a little bit!"

"Never be greedy! Never let your soul power cause a violent reaction!"

She walked to the sink, turned on the icy tap, and the chilling water washed over her wrists, giving her a slight shiver.

She gazed at her blurry yet resolute reflection in the water, repeatedly telling herself, "Stay alert! Take only what you need! You can definitely control this power..."

"Liu Erlong, you can do it!"

She took the gamble! She gambled that her willpower could overcome those damned, addictive "side effects."

Liu Erlong looked in the mirror, took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed all the surging emotions back into the depths of his eyes. His face was once again covered with a layer of deliberate indifference and seriousness that belonged to "Dean Liu".

A soft "click" was heard as the kitchen door was pushed open.

Liu Erlong came out, his steps much more steady than before when he was flustered.

The blush on her face had mostly faded, leaving only a barely noticeable light pink behind her ears.

Soon, she walked back to the stone table, sat down opposite Dai Chengfeng, and said nothing more.

"bring it on."

Liu Erlong extended his hand, his voice calm and even, as if he were discussing something perfectly ordinary.

But deep within those bright, beautiful eyes, she was fixed on Dai Chengfeng's outstretched hand.

"it is good."

Dai Chengfeng nodded, placed his hand in her outstretched palm, and grasped it in return.

It felt slightly cool to the touch, with a hint of stiffness that betrayed Liu Erlong's inner tension.

(End of this chapter)