Ning Rongrong pulled out a pair of black leather hot pants. The material was stiff and structured, with metal zipper decorations along the sides.
Then she found a matching tight-fitting leather crop top. The neckline was not high, but at least it was not a plunging V-neck.
"Wear this!" she said, stuffing it into her hands.
"It's cool and sexy. Perfect for you."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at the leather outfit. After hesitating for a moment, she ultimately accepted it.
This time, when she emerged from the inner room, even Ning Rongrong
could not help whistling.
The hot pants perfectly hugged the curves of her hips and legs, their zippers gleaming with a cold sheen.
The leather top clung tightly to her body, outlining her slender waist and full chest. Her exposed arms and collarbones looked sharp and beautiful.
Her long hair fell loose around her shoulders, and her features were cool and aloof. She looked both dangerous and alluring.
"Perfect!" Ning Rongrong gave her a thumbs-up.
"If Master still isn't tempted by this, I'll take your surname."
Zhu Zhuqing looked at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. The last trace of hesitation in her eyes was replaced by resolve.
To grow stronger, to take control of her own fate...
She turned, pushed open the door, and walked into the courtyard.
Ning Rongrong leaned against the window, watching her figure head toward Lin Jiang's room as she muttered softly, "Good luck, Zhuqing... Your future depends on tonight."
The evening light was languid, slanting into the small courtyard and dyeing the bluestone ground a warm golden hue.
Lin Jiang lay in a bamboo reclining chair with his eyes closed.
He rarely did this.
That girl Ning Rongrong had kept him busy until the middle of the night yesterday, first