"You stay here. Don't go anywhere—I have something to deal with."
Huo Yuhao waved a hand, his tone calm yet carrying an unquestionable command.
"Yes, thank you, Master!"
Ning Rongrong gave a slight bow. As her gaze fell upon Huo Yuhao's retreating back, a trace of complex, indescribable emotion flickered in her eyes, along with a hint of dependence that even she herself had not noticed.
She raised a hand to straighten her slightly disheveled skirt, her fingertips brushing over the lingering chill in the fabric. Her pretty face unconsciously flushed red.
The restraints of the Master-Servant Contract made her unable to disobey orders, but she still retained her own independent thoughts.
Though she did not show it before Huo Yuhao, the pride she had been born with would not simply vanish.
When facing Huo Yuhao, her master, Ning Rongrong had initially been truly lost and at a loss. Soon after, however, the rising shame had nearly swallowed her whole.
He was clearly a junior, yet she had entered such a strange relationship with him...
This doesn't seem so bad.
Only after her arrogance and prejudice toward Huo Yuhao had faded did Ning Rongrong truly see him for who he was.
There was no need to mention his breathtaking appearance.
What she sensed from him was a coldness that kept strangers at a distance, yet his actions concealed a subtle thoughtfulness.
That contrast quietly cast a unique filter over Huo Yuhao in Ning Rongrong's heart, giving rise to several subtle emotions as well.
Huo Yuhao noticed Ning Rongrong's thoughts and could only sigh inwardly. So this is PUA.
The power of the contract was truly terrifying.
Although the injuries to her divine body and divine soul had already healed, the losses from having her Divine Position stripped away earlier could