81: Chapter 81 Urgent Melody

In the cozy room, Wang Sheng had changed into a simple black Savage Beast skin robe. The mist from the Lingxi River made his hair slightly damp.

His sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, illuminated by the moonlight, looked like a silhouette outlined in gold thread by the Savage God, deep and gentle.

The moment his gaze fell upon Zhao Linger, it seemed to be lit up by the warmest golden sunlight of the Savage God.

Zhao Linger took a deep breath.

Her chest rose and fell slightly with the deep breath; the full curves beneath her moon-white nightgown were like two small hills soaked in moonlight, swaying gently with her breathing.

Her fingers gripped the hem of her nightgown tightly, just like a Spirit Sound Master clutching their most cherished instrument before a performance.

"Wang Sheng,"

She was not acting coquettishly; she was pouring out her heart.

The Spirit Sound Master's voice was like moonlight falling into the Lingxi River—gentle, quiet, and carrying a sense of relief, as if it had been washed by the oldest river in the Savage Continent for three years and finally found the sea.

"I have waited for you for three years,"

She raised her head, her big, round eyes shining like the brightest stars in the moonlight.

The silver-blue moonlight fell into her pupils, like the deepest night sky of the Savage Continent reflected on the surface of the Lingxi River.

In those eyes, there was no playfulness, no coquettishness—only the sincerity of a girl who had spent three years finally standing before the person she had been waiting for.

"From sophomore year to the Savage Continent, from the cafeteria to the battlefield, I have listened to your heartbeat for three years,"

Her voice was like the most sincere melody of a Spirit Sound Master, every note carrying three years of waiting.

Three years of unrequited love, three years of heartbeats—it was as if the most beautiful movement on the Savage Continent was slowly playing in the moon-white East Chamber.

She wrapped her left arm around his neck.

She stood on tiptoe, her bare toes pressing slightly into the Savage Beast skin carpet, like a Spirit Sound Master standing on tiptoe on stage. Her lips parted slightly.

As she stood on tiptoe, her moon-white nightgown slid upward like flowing moonlight, revealing more of her jade-white calves, the curve of her knees resembling the stamen of a spiritual flower.

"Tonight, let me listen for the whole night, will you?"

Wang Sheng did not speak.

He reached out.

He placed his palm on her waist.

The temperature of his palm was like the warmest sunlight on the Savage Continent, passing through the silk nightgown to her skin.

Like sunlight melting moonlight, like the Power of Holy Light melting shadows, his fingers applied slight pressure, pulling her toward him.

Zhao Linger's body pressed against his chest.

Her petite frame was like a spiritual sparrow returning to its nest, just like moonlight falling into the Lingxi River.

The moment they pressed together, her moon-white nightgown was squeezed into fine wrinkles like flowing moonlight.

Her devilish figure conveyed every inch of her stunning curves without reservation in their embrace.

Her slender waist could be held within his palm, like a willow branch that the Savage God could pinch with two fingers.

Yet, the fullness of her chest pressed tightly against his chest, that soft and plump sensation like two warm clouds.

The moon-white silk nightgown between them was like the thinnest layer of moonlight, almost unable to insulate any temperature.

Her heartbeat, "Thump, thump, thump-thump, thump-thump," was like the most rapid melody of a Spirit Sound Master, like the happiest stream on the Savage Continent.

The moment they pressed together, it was like a bursting flood, completely out of control.

Wang Sheng lowered his head.

His lips landed on hers.

Zhao Linger's lips were the most precious instrument of a Spirit Sound Master—small, soft, like petals carved from moonlight by the Savage God.

The moment her lips were kissed by Wang Sheng, she heard it: his heartbeat, "Thump, thump-thump, thump-thump, thump."

From steady to accelerating, it was as if the most stable drumbeat on the Savage Continent had been struck by the Savage God into an increasingly rapid rhythm.

That heart, like a sun, the moment it kissed her, seemed to be injected with golden flames by the Savage God, beating faster and more intensely.

Her Spirit Sound Master hearing was like the most precise instrument, transforming every change in his heartbeat, every acceleration, every tremor, into the most beautiful melody of the Savage Continent, playing in her perception.

Steady, like the most stable drumbeat on the Savage Continent; accelerating, like the spray of the Lingxi River at a sharp turn; intense, like the hottest volcano on the Savage Continent.

That was a symphony more beautiful than any melody ever played by a Spirit Sound Master, because it was not an instrument; it was his heart.

It was the heart that helped her pick up books when she fell in the cafeteria, the heart that handed her a tissue during the autumn outing, the heart that applauded at the New Year's Eve party, the heart that blocked the poisonous mist of the Ink-scaled Python for her.

At this moment, that heart beat for her.

Her spiritual energy, in his kiss, was like the gentlest note of a Spirit Sound Master, slowly overflowing from her body.

The pink spiritual light drifted between them like fireflies, interweaving with the golden glimmer of Wang Sheng's Power of Holy Light, just like a dance between the golden sunlight and pink spiritual flowers on the Savage Continent.

Wang Sheng's spiritual energy was also responding.

The Power of Holy Light was like a golden river surging from his body—not the violent power like a golden dragon during battle, but like the gentlest sunlight on the Savage Continent, slowly and tenderly, as if sunlight melting morning dew, merging into Zhao Linger's spiritual meridians.

The two spiritual energies, gold and pink, were like two threads woven by the Savage God, slowly twining, interweaving, and merging within their bodies.

Zhao Linger heard it—not just his heartbeat, but also his spiritual energy, like a golden melody flowing in her spiritual meridians, merging with her spiritual energy, like a pink stream, into a gold-pink river.

It was not a simple addition of two people's spiritual energy, but a resonance, as if the Savage God had woven the most beautiful symphony with gold and pink.

The Spirit Sound Master's spiritual energy, in the resonance, was tuned to the most precise frequency by the Savage God.

Her hearing at this moment transcended the limits of a Spirit Sound Master. She could not only hear his heartbeat, but also the sound of his blood flowing, the sound of spiritual energy flowing in every one of his spiritual meridians, and the temperature in his breath.

And he, too, felt it.

The Holy Light Warrior's spiritual energy, in the resonance, seemed to be injected with the magic of spirit sound by the Savage God.

He could feel Zhao Linger's heartbeat, like the sweetest melody of a Spirit Sound Master, "Thump, thump, thump," every beat echoing in his perception like a pink bell toll.

He could feel her spiritual energy like a pink stream flowing in his spiritual meridians, gentle and passionate, like spiritual flowers blooming in the moonlight.

Moonlight spilled in from outside the window, the silver-blue light covering the moon-white Savage Beast skin bed.

The cold, faint fragrance of the frost moon orchid, like the scent of moonlight itself, permeated the room, and the petals of the moonlight rose trembled slightly in the night breeze.

The moon-white silk nightgown slid off like flowing moonlight, like a gauze garment woven from moonlight by the Savage God, appearing in the silver-blue moonlight like the final rays of moonlight, slowly disappearing into the softness of the Savage Beast skin.

Zhao Linger's body, like the most exquisite spiritual tool on the Savage Continent, was in the moonlight like white jade carved by the Savage God himself. Every inch of her skin was as white as snow, like a spiritual flower soaked in moonlight.

Beneath her petite frame, her devilish figure in the silver-blue light of the moonlight was like the most breathtaking painting on the Savage Continent. Her slender waist was like the gentlest bend of the Lingxi River.

The shallow indentations of her waist dimples were like two tiny crescent moons. From her waist down, the round and full curves of her buttocks were like two full moons personally sculpted by the Savage God.

Her fair skin glowed with a warm, jade-like luster in the moonlight, just like white jade finely polished by the Savage God with moonlight and spiritual liquid. Every curve seemed to be outlined by the Savage God with the gentlest fingertips, from shoulder to waist, from waist to buttocks, like the most perfect landscape on the Savage Continent.

The white bandage wrapped around her right arm was like silver thread wound around a piece of white jade in the moonlight, forming a contrast with her fair skin like spiritual flower petals and moonlight.

Her left arm was wrapped around Wang Sheng's neck, her slender fingers inserted into his hair, like a Spirit Sound Master holding their most cherished instrument.

"Thump, thump, thump-thump, thump," two hearts, like the two oldest drums on the Savage Continent, were struck simultaneously by the Savage God.

The golden drumbeats, the pink drumbeats, from different rhythms, gradually tended toward the same frequency.

"Thump, thump, thump," like the most beautiful symphony on the Savage Continent, the two heartbeats were perfectly synchronized.

Enticing, delicate gasps rose and fell, captivating the soul.

Zhao Linger's unique voice, even when whispering, was as melodious as a skylark, constantly stirring Wang Sheng's passion.

At that moment, the spiritual resonance was like the Savage God weaving their spiritual meridians together with golden and pink threads.

The golden Power of Holy Light and the pink Spirit Sound spiritual energy were like two rivers merging into the same sea, forming a spiritual energy vortex between them that looked like the oldest totem on the Savage Continent.

The gold-pink light drifted from their intertwined bodies like fireflies, drifting toward the moonlight outside the window, toward the direction of the Lingxi River, toward the Ancestral Spirit Altar, as if the Savage God had drawn the gentlest blessing in the night sky.

That was not a union of bodies; that was a resonance of souls.

Every time the Spirit Sound Master had listened over the past three years, the first heartbeat in the cafeteria, the heart-aching acceleration during the autumn outing, the rhythm of the applause at the New Year's Eve party—everything at this moment transformed into the most beautiful melody of the Savage Continent, perfectly merging with the Holy Light Warrior's heartbeat, as if the Savage God had written the most beautiful song on the Savage Continent with gold and pink.