Lu Ming chuckled and directly selected "Reject."
So what if she was the high and mighty Pontiff?
In his Chat Group, dragons had to coil and tigers had to crouch.
If she wanted to join, she had to pay a price.
He withdrew his attention and focused once more on the alluring body before him.
Ning Rongrong had been kissed senseless, her hands weakly clutching his shoulders.
"Y-you... don't bully me..."
"My father... my father won't let you get away with this..."
Lu Ming increased the pressure of his hand, drawing a soft cry from Ning Rongrong.
"You're still bringing up your father at a time like this? Looks like the lesson I gave you wasn't deep enough."
"If you can't satisfy me tonight, I'll smash all the worthless stones in your family's Treasure Pavilion tomorrow."
Ning Rongrong shook her head repeatedly in fright. A crystal-clear tear welled up at the corner of her eye, yet she stubbornly refused to yield.
Hu Liena seized the chance to move closer and planted a red lip print on Lu Ming's cheek.
"Master, don't bother with this Young Miss who doesn't know how to appreciate affection. Let Nana serve you instead."
Xiao Wu hugged Lu Ming's arm from the side and cautiously rubbed against him.
"Brother Lu Ming, Xiao Wu will be good too. Don't smash Rongrong's family's stones, okay?"
Lu Ming leaned against the headboard, full of energy and clear-eyed.
The physical enhancement brought by the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring was indeed terrifying. After an entire night of exertion, he not only felt no fatigue whatsoever, but was even more refreshed than before.
He lowered his head and glanced at the girls still sleeping.
Ning Rongrong clung to his right leg like an octopus, occasionally mumbling "bad guy" in her sleep.