Zhu Zhuqing Takes the Initiative, Gu Linyuan Likes Big Breasts

After dinner.

Zhu Zhuqing cleared the dishes, washed them clean, and put them back in the cabinet.

She untied her apron, folded it neatly, and set it beside the stove.

Then she left the kitchen and stood in the living room.

Gu Linyuan was still seated at the table, carving patterns into the claw gauntlets with a carving knife.

He looked up and glanced at her.

"Leaving?"

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"Mm. It's getting late."

Gu Linyuan set down the carving knife, stood up, and walked her to the door.

The night wind blew in, carrying the chill of early autumn.

Zhu Zhuqing's long hair fluttered in the wind, and several strands brushed across Gu Linyuan's arm, making it itch.

"Perfect. I've finished making what you wanted too." Gu Linyuan handed the claw gauntlets to Zhu Zhuqing. With Zhu Zhuqing's cultivation powering them, this set of claw gauntlets could unleash combat power comparable to that of a Soul Ancestor.

That was equivalent to a Level Four Soul Tool from the era of the Peerless Tang Sect.

With Zhu Zhuqing's current cultivation, she could fully operate a Level Four Soul Tool. It would just consume more Soul Power, making prolonged use difficult.

However, agility-attack Soul Masters pursued explosive combat strength over short periods. If they could not defeat an opponent within three minutes, winning afterward would become difficult.

"Okay."

Zhu Zhuqing did not ask again how much Linyuan wanted for making them. What she owed Gu Linyuan seemed to have already become impossible to repay.

She pursed her lips and turned toward the door.

After taking a few steps, she suddenly stopped and looked back.

Under the moonlight, the Girl's face was fair as jade, and pale moonlight reflected in her light-colored eyes.

"Gu Linyuan."

She called him by his name—not Long Yuan, but Gu Linyuan.

Gu Linyuan was slightly taken aback.

"Thank you."

Zhu Zhuqing said.

Her voice was soft and gentle, like a trace of floral fragrance in the night breeze.

Gu Linyuan leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed and smiled.

"No need to thank me. You helped me suck out the poisoned blood, and I treated you to a meal. We're even."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at him, and the corner of her lips moved slightly.

The curve was so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

But Gu Linyuan saw it.

She looked beautiful when she smiled.

Like the first trickle of spring water melting from an iceberg, like the first ray of sunshine in winter.

Not intense, but warm.

"Do you think we'll meet again?"

Zhu Zhuqing asked.

She knew Gu Linyuan would not remain here for long. Perhaps he would leave soon.

"Of course. We'll be seeing each other often."

Gu Linyuan thought for a moment.

The next time they met would be in the Star Dou Great Forest. He was determined to obtain the Eight Spider Lances.

"And?"

"Is there nothing you want to say to me?"

After hesitating for a second, Zhu Zhuqing spoke softly.

"Uh..."

Gu Linyuan froze.

"I actually have a fiancé. He's the person who stopped you from taking me away yesterday. But I don't like him."

Zhu Zhuqing said, gathering her courage.

As she spoke those words, her entire face turned red.

Then she turned around, her black-clad figure blending into the night.

Gu Linyuan stood at the door, watching her retreating figure until she completely vanished into the shadows at the street corner.

"This girl... Could she be asking me to steal her away?"

Gu Linyuan opened his mouth.

Had Zhu Zhuqing developed feelings for him?

Wasn't it said that women took a long time to warm up?

In his previous life, he had seen many girls say they were the slow-to-warm-up type, yet they became awfully familiar whenever holidays came around and they wanted gifts.

Now he understood.

There was no such thing as a slow-to-warm-up girl. It was simply that she did not like someone enough.

He had spent many years in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Although Ning Fengzhi had repeatedly hinted that he would marry Rongrong to him, he had never actually finalized an engagement. He was probably just keeping his options open.

It was only because Gu Linyuan's talent had failed to materialize for so long that Ning Fengzhi ultimately gave up on him completely.

"Timing, fortune, fate. This is fine too."

"If feelings carry too much calculation, they lose their beauty."

"And besides, I like big breasts."

At that thought, Gu Linyuan laughed to himself.

Still, Ning Rongrong truly did not fit Gu Linyuan's tastes.

When men looked at women, first they looked at the chest, then the butt, then the legs. As for the face, a score above seventy was enough.

On the Douluo Continent, any Soul Master would not be particularly unattractive.

And Ning Rongrong was average in all three.

If they had sex, something would inevitably be lacking.

Besides, even in terms of looks, Ning Rongrong's beauty might not necessarily surpass Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu.

Zhu Zhuqing walked along the road back to Shrek Academy.

The night breeze swept through her long hair, bringing the chill of the autumn night.

Her steps were slow, much slower than usual.

Because she did not want to return too quickly.

She did not want to go back to Shrek Academy so soon.

Scenes from that night kept replaying in her mind.

Gu Linyuan's profile as he sat at the workbench, focused on carving.

The way he had eaten the food she made in great mouthfuls.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Zhu Zhuqing's heart began pounding again.

She pressed a hand to her chest, wanting to slow her heartbeat.

But it was useless.

Her heart beat faster and faster.

As though it were about to leap out of her chest.

She took a deep breath, raised her head, and looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon was round and bright.

Moonlight fell upon her face, making her cold features appear especially gentle.

The corner of her lips moved slightly again.

It was a very, very faint curve.

But this time, she was not smiling.

Before long, Zhu Zhuqing arrived at the familiar entrance of Shrek Academy.

The moonlight was cold as it shone on the mottled courtyard walls, casting uneven shadows.

The moment Zhu Zhuqing appeared, a figure rushed out from the shadows behind the gate.

It was Dai Mubai.

His face was livid, and bloodshot filled his strange eyes, making him resemble a trapped beast caged for too long.

"Why are you back so late?"

His voice was hoarse and hurried, thick with barely restrained agitation.

"What did you go do with Long Yuan?"

Zhu Zhuqing stopped and looked at him.

Countless thoughts flashed through Dai Mubai's mind, each one like a blade viciously stabbing into his heart.

"My affairs are none of your concern."

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was cold, cold as a winter wind.

She did not even look at him properly. She merely swept her gaze over him before withdrawing it and heading toward the academy gate.

A faint sneer hung at the corner of her lips.

Dai Mubai knew she had fainted, yet he did not care whether she was all right. He only cared whether anything had happened between her and Long Yuan.

How ridiculous.

This was her so-called "fiancé."

A trace of undisguised disgust flashed through Zhu Zhuqing's eyes.

That disgust was like a needle piercing Dai Mubai's eyes.

At that moment, his reason snapped completely.

"Zhu Zhuqing!"

Dai Mubai's voice suddenly rose, a roar squeezed from his chest.

"My patience with you has limits!"

"It's one thing for you to have been cold to me these past few days. But I will never allow you to be with another man."

He suddenly stepped forward. His thirty-seventh-level Soul Elder Soul Power erupted without restraint, and the phantom of the Evil Eye White Tiger appeared behind him, its brutal pressure crushing toward Zhu Zhuqing.

He was going to attack.

He was going to let her know whose fiancée she was.

He was going to let her know that Dai Mubai was not someone to be trifled with.

"Mubai! Don't be impulsive!"

Oscar rushed out from behind the gate, his face pale as he reached for Dai Mubai's arm.

But Dai Mubai could no longer hear anything.

His right hand formed a claw and grabbed toward Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder.

He used Soul Power in that strike.

But Zhu Zhuqing was faster.

The instant Dai Mubai attacked, Zhu Zhuqing had already raised both hands.

The black claw gauntlets gleamed with a cold luster beneath the moonlight. Five blades extended from each fingertip, sharp enough to seem capable of tearing the air apart.

She activated her Soul Power, and the claw gauntlets instantly tightened, merging with her palms.

"Sshhk—"

The sound of blades slicing through flesh was especially clear in the silent night.

A long bloody wound appeared on Dai Mubai's right hand. It stretched from the back of his hand to his wrist, ripping open skin and flesh as blood instantly poured out.

"This..."

Dai Mubai lowered his head in shock and stared at the wound on his hand. Blood dripped from his wrist onto the ground with soft pattering sounds.

Then he raised his head and looked at Zhu Zhuqing.

The Girl stood where she was, wearing those black claw gauntlets on both hands. His blood still stained the blades.

Her expression remained cold, but her light-colored eyes held undisguised disgust and frost.

"I told you. My affairs are none of your concern."

Her voice was soft and calm.

Yet every word was like a blade stabbing into Dai Mubai's heart.

Everyone was stunned.

Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong also came out. Seeing this scene, they covered their mouths at the same time.

No one had expected Zhu Zhuqing to attack.

No one had expected her to be able to injure Dai Mubai.

Dai Mubai was a thirty-seventh-level Soul Elder, while Zhu Zhuqing was only level twenty-six.

Such a huge gap seemed not to exist before her claw gauntlets.

Dai Mubai stood there, blood still flowing from his wound, but he could not feel the pain.

He only looked at Zhu Zhuqing, at the undisguised disgust in her eyes, and suddenly felt as if something had shattered.

"Zhu Qing..."

He opened his mouth, his voice so hoarse it no longer sounded like his own.

Zhu Zhuqing did not look at him.

Instead, he turned and walked straight into the academy.

His long black hair drifted softly in the night wind, his slender back resolute.

He did not look back.

Dai Mubai stood where he was, watching that retreating figure as blood dripped from his hand onto the ground, drop by drop.

He suddenly laughed.

It was a bitter, astringent laugh.

As though he had swallowed a handful of shattered glass.

"Was this given to him by Gu Linyuan? Just for an object, he was willing to betray me?"