DREAMLINQUENT TRILOGY #1: RENEW

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Hana will lie if she doesn't feel a little bunch of butterflies when she remembers the supposed plan for this late afternoon.

The soulmates were seated beside each other, focusing on the discussion in front, but when Mark shifted lightly, her eyes would flicker almost instantly and earn a small smile from the other.

That small gesture alone causes her heart to flip; what more after this?

Didn't you plan on making deities have a hard time? What's happening now?

Hana winced at the sudden blow of the devil on her left side.

It's okay, Hana; you're soulmates. You're bound to develop feelings, even if they're unplanned.

The angel on the right said

Hell no, you shouldn't. You're in a gang; you would hurt him.

She won't let you be a piece of an unholy creature. Let her live!

"Fuck stop" she whimpered, unaware of the male noticing her discomfort.

"Hana? Are you hurt somewhere?" Mark lightly bent over and whispered, startling the girl.

"Ah, no, no."

"Mister Lee, Miss Jo, care to share?"

The said couple immediately sat straight, their bodies freezing in front, and shook their heads.

"Hana is in pain, so I just asked her about it."

"Yeah, um, but it's okay."

"Very well" the pencil-brown teacher just dismissed the interruption and continued.

Apparently, they heard snickers on the back and some teasing comments that they both ignored.

They just shared a look, where Mark's is filled with worry while she just elicits a tired smile.

Eventually, the remaining 15 minutes quickly drew away, and the sounds of satisfaction filled the room.

"Someone will spend the night~" a teasing voice came from behind.

"Right~ banging banging front to back until all is healed enough," the other added.

"Shut up, will you?" Mark warned, gripping his backpack.

"Oooooooh, scary" the seniors chorused, and before the former underboss could choose violence, Hana quickly stepped in with her most menacing glare.

"One word, and I'll cut your tongues with a rusty scissor" she lowly spat, surprisingly making the two shut.

"Weak shits," she smirked, and she dragged her proud soulmate out.

Mark is literally being pulled like a wagon, the students automatically making way after seeing the female's vicious glares and clenched jaw. Not to mention how she is practically gripping the male's wrist and that they thought he did something bad.

But behind those judgmental stares is the poor male, whose grin never faded. Maybe if someone has a soulmate who is hot and sexy, they will understand him. Or maybe the system just hit him hard; he didn't know.