Ning Rongrong's Short Stockings, Infinitely Alluring

Oh?

Cao Mengde had not even begun taking advantage of Ning Rongrong.

Yet this young miss of the sect was already berating him?

She had even called him a pervert?

It seemed he needed to teach this young miss a proper lesson today.

Cao Mengde shifted his gaze away from Ning Rongrong's legs, his face darkening.

"If I don't look at your legs, how can I assess your condition? How can I prescribe the right treatment?"

"You..."

Just one sentence.

And Ning Rongrong was left speechless.

After all, what Cao Mengde said made perfect sense. She really had wrongly accused a good man.

But Ning Rongrong would not readily admit fault and apologize. Instead, she changed tack.

"Then have you seen enough? Hurry up and treat me!" Ning Rongrong was getting anxious. The legs attached to her body felt as though they were not hers.

Her entire lower body was numb and icy cold, without any sensation.

Cao Mengde calmly took a lace blindfold out of his system space and tossed it onto the hospital bed.

"Put it on."

Ning Rongrong froze.

She instinctively grew wary.

"Why do I have to cover my eyes?"

"What are you planning to do to me?"

After Shrek Academy's reformation, Ning Rongrong's young-miss temper was not as obvious, but three parts of it remained in her bones.

Cao Mengde liked dealing with people who had a temper like that.

The more they did, the stronger his desire to conquer them became.

"Cold Qi has invaded your legs. If you refuse treatment, you'll be crippled within three days."

The moment he said that.

Ning Rongrong went pale with fright.

Even her voice was full of fear.

She was still so young. She could not become crippled.

"I... of course I'm willing to be treated, but why do I have to cover my eyes?"

Cao Mengde pulled out a carrot.

He glanced at the prop in his hand.

"I need to apply a medicinal paste to you. It contains special medicinal ingredients that are highly corrosive to the eyes. Surely you don't want to go blind after your legs recover?"

Ning Rongrong listened in a daze.

She hurriedly picked up the blindfold beside her and put it over her eyes.

"Is this all right now?"

Looking at the young miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, now ready.

Only then did Cao Mengde smile smugly.

He put away the fake prop and took out a genuine bottle of medicinal paste.

"Rongrong, move your legs over to the edge. I can't very well climb onto the bed to apply it, can I?"

How could Ning Rongrong know what Cao Mengde was thinking?

To avoid becoming crippled, she moved her upper body toward the edge of her own accord.

She was about to move her legs when she found that she could not, however much she wanted to.

"My legs won't do as I tell them to, I..."

Seeing Ning Rongrong's predicament, Cao Mengde was more than happy to help.

He had no choice but to speak.

"It's all right. I'll help you."

He reached out with both hands and embraced the pair of long, slender jade legs before him.

The instant he touched them.

Cao Mengde felt the chill in his palms.

This would not do.

With Ning Rongrong sick, touching her felt like nothing at all. It would only spoil his fun.

After placing her legs at the edge of the bed, where he could reach them.

Cao Mengde stirred a thought.

Ninth Soul Skill.

Healing Hands.

The anxiety on Ning Rongrong's face suddenly vanished.

Her legs, previously stiff and numb, regained their sensation.

Delighted, she bent them a few times. "I'm better! My legs are better!"

She was about to remove the blindfold.

Cao Mengde hurriedly scolded her.

"The treatment isn't over yet."

Huh?

Ning Rongrong asked in confusion.

"Aren't my legs already better?"

That was right.

She was better.

But he, Cao Mengde, was not.

"Although your legs have regained feeling, the Cold Qi lingering in your nerves hasn't been expelled. I need to apply medicinal paste to you."

"If you leave now, you'll still become crippled."

Ning Rongrong's heart jolted.

A young girl like her did not want to become crippled.

"Then hurry up and apply the medicine."

Those were the very words Cao Mengde had been waiting for.

He grabbed Ning Rongrong's leg with one hand, and sure enough, it felt different.

The softness and smoothness of her skin were very pleasant.

"Rongrong, this paste must cover your entire legs so the Cold Qi in them has nowhere to hide."

As he spoke.

Cao Mengde began rubbing it on like that.

He started with Ning Rongrong's calves, moved up to her knees, and then to her thighs.

As he drew closer and closer, panic began to show on Ning Rongrong's face.

"Um..."

"Can I apply the medicine myself?"

No matter how one looked at it.

Cao Mengde was a man. Although it was not his hand touching her directly, it still counted as indirect contact.

Men and women were different.

Especially near her thighs, she had to be careful to protect her privacy.

"This paste was specially made by me. Your Soul Power is weak, and if you touch it, your hands will suffer severe corrosion."

Crippled again?

Ning Rongrong was caught in a dilemma, terribly aggrieved.

"When treating the sick and saving lives, one doesn't stand on ceremony. If you have any concerns, young miss, I can stop the treatment."

Cao Mengde had the patient's thoughts all figured out.

Having threatened her with becoming crippled, he was certain Ning Rongrong would only beg him to apply the paste.

"Don't..."

"Please continue applying the medicine."

Her reputation was important.

But her life was even more important.

Besides.

Cao Mengde was using the carrot medicine bottle to apply the medicine to her.

He was not using his hands.

There was still a big difference.

And so.

Ning Rongrong thought no more about it and lay quietly on the bed.

As for her legs, she could only let Cao Mengde do as he pleased with them.

The corners of Cao Mengde's mouth lifted slightly.

Wasn't it much better to behave?

Neither of them would hold the other up.

More than ten minutes later.

Cao Mengde had rubbed every part of Ning Rongrong's jade legs and was already growing bored.

Just then.

He noticed Ning Rongrong's ankles.

Was she actually wearing short blue stockings with a pattern?

They were brimming with an innocent, alluring charm.

"Rongrong, the Cold Qi is spreading fast. It's in your feet too. I need to take your shoes off."

Ning Rongrong froze.

"I... I'd better do it myself."

Ning Rongrong's vision was blocked, but she was still confident she could take off her own shoes.

She felt around and slipped off her heels.

A pair of jade feet clad in short blue stockings came into view.

"Don't take off your stockings!"

Seeing that Ning Rongrong was about to remove her stockings, Cao Mengde immediately called out to stop her.

Wasn't this exactly what he liked?

If she took them off, where would the fun be?

"The stockings won't affect anything."

"Let's hurry up with the treatment and stop wasting time. Your father is still waiting for me outside."

Hearing that her father was still gravely ill.

Ning Rongrong thought no more about it and lay back down on the bed.

The jade feet before him, wrapped in short blue stockings, were infinitely enticing.

Cao Mengde's heart stirred.

He reached out with one hand and slowly grasped a foot to hold it steady.

He began applying medicinal paste to the sole of Ning Rongrong's foot.

But after a while.

Ning Rongrong still had not felt any paste.

A little earlier.

When Cao Mengde applied medicine to her legs, there had been no sign of this so-called paste.

This time.

She finally could not contain her curiosity and spoke.

"Lord Mengde, why can't I feel the paste?"

To this.

Cao Mengde quickly gave a reply.

"That's precisely what makes my paste so remarkable. It's colorless and odorless, and the moment it touches the skin, it's absorbed."

Ning Rongrong could not help marveling.

How amazing.

There was actually a medicinal paste in the world that was colorless, odorless, and impossible to feel.

"Lord Mengde, how much longer?"