Demon King and Angel Sleeping Together

Xiali sat in the dorm room as quiet as a mouse, constantly glancing toward the door, praying desperately for Wang Ning to suddenly return and rescue her from this purgatory.

The dorm was dead silent.

Painfully so.

Only the sound of pages turning and a few people’s breathing could be heard.

Head lowered, Xiali sat at her desk organizing the books she’d need for class tomorrow, her heart full of despair.

Who knew these two other roommates would be so hard to get along with?

When she had first come back to the dorm, the first person she saw was Xiao.

Xiali nearly died on the spot.

She had read about this person on the student forums before—long crimson hair, a presence that kept everyone at a distance, a woman of few words and mysterious origins, like some final boss.

Some even speculated that her every move resembled military precision.

Xiali had prayed not to be assigned to the same dorm as this elite.

But now—her nightmare had become reality.

She didn’t even dare to talk to Xiao.

She tried to make as little noise as possible in everything she did, terrified that she’d disturb her and earn one of those sharp glares.

And the other roommate?

Xiali couldn’t quite put her finger on how she felt about the girl with the misty blue short hair.

All she knew was that the girl had spent almost the entire day asleep, like someone perpetually drowsy.

One barely spoke.

One slept like the dead.

Xiali didn’t even get a chance to talk—much less dared to.

She could only scream silently in her heart.

Please, I’m begging you, Wang Ning, save me!

As if the heavens had heard her desperate prayers, the door finally opened—it was Wang Ning.

The moment the door creaked, Xiao paused mid-writing, her deep red eyes sweeping toward the entrance.

At the same time, the girl in bed three seemed to have finally gotten enough sleep.

She propped herself up with one arm, yawned, and her pale green eyes, misted with sleep, lazily drifted toward the door.

And thus—

Wang Ning, now faced with three pairs of eyes staring at her: …

The step she was about to take forward suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

“Ning-chan!”

Xiali rushed over and hugged her like she was a drowning person grabbing onto a lifebuoy.

Wang Ning tried her best to adapt to the soft warmth and gentle scent in her arms, inwardly reminding herself not to let her thoughts wander.

“Okay, okay, I’m back. What’s wrong with you? Why so emotional?”

Xiali didn’t even know how to explain all her bottled-up grievances.

She just felt incredibly lucky that at least someone like Wang Ning existed in this dorm.

“It’s nothing. I’m just really glad you’re here.”

She said it from the bottom of her heart.

Wang Ning didn’t know how to respond.

Her body stiffened slightly when her eyes accidentally met those crimson ones.

“It’s late, go to bed.”

She forcibly looked away and spoke to Xiali.

Whatever.

Let’s sleep first.

There’s no problem a good night’s sleep can’t solve!

“Okay!”

After washing up and lights-out, Wang Ning lay in bed, reflecting on her day.

It had been so full, so absurdly long—more eventful than her entire last life.

Or maybe… this was all just a dream?

That thought flickered through her mind as sleep overtook her.

…Well, if it was a dream, it was definitely a wild one.

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The next day, Wang Ning was woken by her 6:30 a.m. alarm.

She lay in bed staring at the ceiling, still a little dazed.

Oh right.

She’d apparently transmigrated.

She got dressed and climbed down from her bed.

Just then, she heard the sound of the door opening.

Looking up, she saw Xiao walking in, dressed only in a jet-black sports bra and shorts.

She had clearly just come back from a morning run.

Her crimson hair, loosely tied back, was damp with sweat.

Her brow was sharp, her lips thin and pressed together.

The black sports bra hugged her upper body, exposing pale arms and a slender waist.

She strode into the room, long legs moving with clean, powerful steps.

The sheer force of her presence, her wild energy—it was overwhelming.

Sweat slid down her collarbone as she violently wiped herself off with a towel, leaving behind faint red marks.

“…Good morning.”

Wang Ning gave up on trying to hold her ground.

She had originally planned to act aloof and distant.

But the moment she saw Xiao wipe sweat from her toned arms, the defined muscles flexing with explosive strength—

She surrendered.

Xiao looked her over.

Then suddenly reached out and pinched her arm.

“What are you doing?!”

Wang Ning exploded instantly.

She had just made peace with herself, for heaven’s sake!

They weren’t even on friendly terms yet!

Could she please respect some personal boundaries?!

Xiao stared at her now-empty hand for a few seconds.

Then looked up and said flatly:

“Your muscles are too soft. You need to train.”