The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 703 - 364 Luojia: Let Me Pray for You_2

"But I'm really..." An Su stared at Luojia expressionlessly, "very cold."

The coldest moments in this world are not the ice and snow, but the second when a warm and cozy blanket is ruthlessly stolen, leaving one exposed. It's not merely the physical cold that matters, but the exposure of one's naked soul that truly feels bone-chillingly cold.

"Regardless..." Luojia looked at An Su, the honor student in her unable to bear his state, "in my house, we must pray every morning. I've been performing the morning prayer rituals these past two days as well."

"But I'm an injured person; I must stay under the blankets." An Su muttered.

"If that's the case..."

Luojia sighed, her snow-white, translucent eyes serious and clean, she said coldly:

——"Then just pray under the blankets."

Do you even fucking know what you're talking about?

Virgin?

An Su stared at Luojia expressionlessly, but the Little Saintess appeared to be sincere and dignified, with no trace of filth in her eyes, pure and untainted, speaking in a tone so flat and natural as if she was stating something obvious and rightful.

"You can pray under the blankets?" An Su's eyes widened.

"Of course, why would Radiance be such an inconvenient matter?"

Luojia nodded affirmatively.

"Wherever you are, at whatever place, when morning comes and it's time to pray, prayer should not stop. As long as you constantly harbor a Holy heart, the Goddess won't care about the form."

"As long as the Holiness inside your heart is not bound, you don't need to worry about the secular views."

Little Saintess seriously explained:

"You can pray under the blankets, you can pray in the hallways, you can pray at the dining table, you can pray in the public square, you can pray while eating, you can pray while reading, you can even pray while walking."

So I'm an all-terrain prayer master, huh.

An Su's face was marked by dark lines, now certain that Luojia had no clue about anything.

"...You really know nothing. How annoying, Mr. An Su."

Seeing An Su's bewildered and puzzled look, Luojia thought this rookie probably overslept every day and skipped every morning church service, likely never having performed a devout prayer. She sighed in resignation,

"If you still don't know how to pray, I can help you."

"..." An Su also sighed, "How can you help me?"

As soon as this was mentioned, Luojia became instantly proud, hips akimbo and head held high, coy and arrogant as she said,

——"I can teach you how to pray."

You're now teaching people?

Do you even have it?

I'm asking, Little Saintess below, do you even have it?

"I don't pray, I said I don't." An Su turned over, feeling that his proudly-acclaimed Virgin skills were greatly insulted, "I don't pray, even under the blankets. You can take this blanket; it's no use anyway, just let me freeze to death."

"What prayers, it's all deceptive feudal superstition, useless."

He wrapped himself tightly in his clothes, curling up on the bed, closing his eyes, for he needed a little more sleep for tonight's election.

An Su's spiritual power was still exhausted, after undergoing last night's Judgement, his spiritual world was also ablaze, just like during his last coronation, the gaze of the gods had shredded the old sky completely, revealing a pale and silent tapestry above.

An Su felt a chill, but it wasn't his shell that was cold; it was his soul. After directly facing the illusion of the world's destruction and rebirth in Nether, the dead silence and empty coldness of the stars, which is the endpoint of all destinies, still lingered in An Su's soul. His shoulders trembled slightly.

The autumn Sun had risen high, yet it was still bone-chillingly cold.

A while later, An Su felt that he shouldn't be so cold.

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It wasn't because Luojia had given the blanket back, as no amount of thick quilting could cover the chilling depth of the soul.

But indeed, the blanket found its way back onto An Su, and then he heard the sound of small leather shoes dropping on the floor—light, moist, a cat-like creature squeezed into the covers behind An Su. He could feel the slightly cool, delicate skin brushing against his back, the fabric of the pleated skirt, the smooth curves of white legs, and the feel of the yarn in the braided red strap.