Xuan Ting realized something was wrong with him and refused to talk to Tong Su anymore, listlessly drifting out of the house.

"Ha, she's just a young girl, how could I possibly have any feelings for her—how ridiculous!"

The rustling sounds of tidying up inside stopped, the lights were turned off, and it seemed she had gone to bed.

Xuan Ting floated obediently outside the door, staring at the starry sky with a straight face. As he looked, his focus gradually blurred, and his consciousness drifted away.

She's probably asleep already, isn't she? Come to think of it, he had seen her sleeping face before, on that night when he had just fallen out of the white hole...

Her face, which was concealed by ash during the day, was actually extremely beautiful, with delicate eyebrows and exquisite features. She looked somewhat familiar, as if I had seen her somewhere before... Her skin was as smooth as snow, and she didn't seem like someone who grew up on this barren planet at all...

That night, the tenderness, the passion, the ambiguity, the entanglement...

Xuanxi suddenly realized the thoughts in her mind, and her emotions became chaotic.

What is he thinking?

How could he possibly have designs on that young, blonde girl?!

He clearly hates that girl so much!

Xuan Ting straightened his back, his face tense, but his ears were red.

Um……

It's not that I dislike it.

She's actually quite nice.

Relying on the fact that his body had no physical form, he quietly passed through the wall and entered the house.

He doesn't want to see her!

He simply couldn't leave his sword; it was inside the house, so he had to rest there at night.

Having found a reason for himself, Xuan Ting entered the room in a generous manner. His gaze shifted and he saw the little girl curled up on the bed, fast asleep.

The coldest time is when the snow stops, and the temperature inside the house drops even further. She was wrapped in a thick quilt, but her little face was still a little red from the cold, and the cold wind was blowing in through the cracks in the window.

Xuan Ting suddenly felt a little annoyed.

Didn't she just sell it for a thousand yuan?

Why not buy a thick quilt or install some heating facilities in the house?

Why be so frugal?!

—So economical.

To save him money on boat tickets.

The boat tickets were expensive, and every penny saved counted. She was being so hard on herself so she could buy him a ticket as soon as possible...

Xuan Ting's heart suddenly softened.

That silly girl.

He sighed softly, flew over, and wanted to tuck the blanket around her again.

But he was just a spirit; he couldn't even feel temperature, let alone touch anything.

—A feeling of powerlessness.

He couldn't even tuck her in.

Xuan Ting pursed his lips, a hint of self-mocking disgust showing in his eyes. He had almost never felt this powerlessness since he became conscious.

He is the high and mighty Crown Prince, he is the Grand Marshal commanding the expeditionary force, he is a super genius with two SSS-level ranks—

There's nothing he can't do!

He really can't do it.

I can't even take care of her.

Xuan Ting lowered his head, a rare occurrence for him, feeling dejected. He felt both heartache and guilt, and gently reached out to touch the girl's slightly flushed cheeks.

He wanted to apologize; his previous attitude was really bad...

However!

The instant his fingers touched the girl's cheek, a touch that should have been impossible for a non-physical object to make, a mysterious attraction pulled him in!

Bang--

His spiritual body seemed to have crashed into a sea of ​​consciousness.

In weightless space, everything is illusory and floating, with nowhere to attach oneself.

The girl's body fell limply from the sky, and seeing that she was about to fall, he immediately reached out and caught her.

Her soft body fell into his arms.

She was thin and slender, yet she deeply shocked him.