The table was lively, but under it, undercurrents swirled.
Wu Xing ate on the surface, but inside, Ning Rongrong had already stirred ripples in him. His blood was running hot.
If this kept up, he'd lose control sooner or later and give himself away. He needed to cool down.
He set down his chopsticks, stood, told the girls where he was going, and headed toward the restroom.
No one thought much of it. They had no reason to suspect anything.
Ning Rongrong's eyes, however, lit up slightly. She waited a little, and when she figured enough time had passed, she got up, said goodbye to everyone, and headed for the restroom too.
The others didn't think much of it either. Only Ye Lingling watched her retreating figure, thoughtful.
The restroom.
Wu Xing relieved himself, feeling much better, then went to the sink and splashed his face hard, trying to wash away the heat raging through his body.
He couldn't help it. At eighteen, he was in the prime of his vigor, and his physical constitution only intensified it. On top of that, Qian Renxue had opened the door to forbidden pleasures last night.
The fact that he'd managed not to give himself away was already no small feat.
And Little Witch was far too good at this. The thrill of sneaking around in public was more than most people could withstand.
Just as he was looking at his reflection—only a hair's breadth away from the reader—and the restlessness in his body was gradually settling...
A clear clatter of high heels running across the floor came from outside.
The sound drew closer, clickety-clack, carrying an unmistakable urgency.
Wu Xing's heart skipped a beat.
He knew that footstep pattern!
No way. Was Little Witch really going this far?
She'd even followed him into the restroom?
Sure enough, the door opened, and Ning Rongrong appeared in the mirror.
She stepped inside, braced the sole of her shoe against the door, and pushed it shut behind her.
Then she lifted her foot, caught the lock with her slender heel, and flicked it up. Click. The door was locked.
Her movements were clean and fluid, all in one go.
Wu Xing stared at the scene, completely dumbfounded. She was incredible!
Since someone had exposed his preferences in the Chat Group, Ning Rongrong hadn't worn the little leather shoes she'd worn in the original story.
Instead, she'd changed into a pair of blue butterfly high-heeled sandals, just like his, with heels a full ten centimeters high.
Her ankle-length socks with frills had likewise been replaced by over-the-knee lace-trimmed stockings.
They made her look taller, more mature, and irresistibly womanly.
"Brother Wu Xing."
Having finished all that, Ning Rongrong hurried over and looped both arms around his neck.
She rose lightly onto her toes and pressed herself against him. Her warm breath brushed his face, carrying the faint fragrance of a young girl.
Caught off guard by how close she was, Wu Xing leaned back against the sink and instinctively steadied her by the waist.
"Don't you think you're being a little too bold?"
Looking at the Little Witch in his arms, Wu Xing was utterly defeated by her daring and uninhibited ways.
"Nope."
"The door's locked."
Ning Rongrong gave him a playful wink.
"..."
Wu Xing's mouth twitched. If this wasn't bold, what was?
"Brother Wu Xing, am I pretty?"
When Wu Xing didn't answer, Ning Rongrong rose onto her toes and leaned close to his ear to whisper.
She wasn't shy in the slightest. She was direct and ardent.
Why did every girl ask him something like this whenever she saw him?
He grumbled inwardly, but his throat bobbed. He nodded. "You're pretty."
"Then I want to be like Xiao Wu too."
Reassured, Ning Rongrong wasted no time. Her slender arms tightened around him and tugged him down as she rose onto her toes again, pressing her lips to his.
???
He'd been kissed by force again!
Were all these women really so shameless?
Wu Xing was torn with frustration, though he missed out on none of the pleasure.
After a long while,
their lips parted.
Ning Rongrong panted, her eyes hazy with desire and her face flushed with tenderness.
She'd finally gotten what she wanted.
No wonder Xiao Wu had been reluctant to stop. After two kisses, she could see how intoxicating it was.
Seeing the Little Witch looking so tempting, Wu Xing felt the heat he'd tamped down surge up again.
"Do you realize how dangerous what you're doing is?"
Wu Xing leaned toward her, his voice hoarse.
"Brother Wu Xing, you don't have to hold yourself back. Rongrong's heart has belonged to you for a long time."
"I learned about Blue Star's principles from the Chat Group, but Rongrong will help you."
Ning Rongrong paid no mind to his warning. As she spoke, she guided his hand to her Bear Paradise.
Wu Xing drew in a deep breath. She was only just beginning to bloom, but in a place like this, that made it all the more thrilling.
Since she'd put it that way, and had learned about Blue Star's principles from the group, what was there left for him to hesitate about?
He wrapped an arm around her waist, then lowered his head and kissed her.
Time was short, and they had a mission to complete. They had to be quick. Even if they avoided the River Crab Divine Beast, the other girls would surely start to suspect something.
Ning Rongrong understood that, of course. She'd even put in a great deal of effort studying some material, and she responded to him with practiced enthusiasm.
Her pretty, delicate hands weren't about to sit idle either.
After all, why else would she be called the Little Witch?
After their lips had battled for a while, Ning Rongrong neatly tied up her silky hair, as if she'd rehearsed it countless times.
"Brother Wu Xing, I'm your woman now, right?"
After about ten minutes, Ning Rongrong stood and nestled against Wu Xing, tilting her face up toward him.
Her jewel-like eyes were full of expectation.
"Of course." Wu Xing nodded without hesitation.
"Even if you wanted to run now, you couldn't escape my grasp."
"Rongrong would never run away. I'd happily slip between Brother Wu Xing's two Five Finger Mountains."
Ning Rongrong glanced down at the Five Finger Mountains over her paradise, a sly glint in her eyes.
"Gasp..."
Wu Xing sucked in another breath. Little Witch really had earned her name—she was at it again.
He almost felt his blood boil all over again and made her crouch down once more.
"Enough. We've been gone a while. Yan Yan and Xiao Wu will start to suspect something."
Wu Xing quickly shook off the thought and urged Ning Rongrong to head back first.
They'd already been gone for nearly twenty minutes. If they didn't return soon, the others might come looking for them.
Ning Rongrong knew it was time to go back and didn't cling to him any longer.
She'd already gained more than enough today—far more than she'd expected.
Brother Wu Xing had even said she was his woman now. There'd be plenty of time; there was no need to rush today.
But as she reached the door and opened it, something occurred to her. She looked back and asked, "Brother Wu Xing, do I look pretty in this outfit?"
As she spoke, she gave a pointed glance at her high heels and white stockings.
"Very pretty. Much prettier than in those little leather shoes." Wu Xing had noticed that Ning Rongrong's outfit was different from the original story from the start. He swallowed and nodded.
"Hehe, and you said you didn't like mature women."
"Next time, Rongrong will let you experience it properly."
Ning Rongrong smiled slyly and lifted one of her white-stockinged feet slightly.
Beneath the thin fabric, the gleam of her toenails was still clearly visible.
That was nail polish.
But it wasn't colored; it was clear.
It was the only style Wu Xing liked. It made her little feet look dewy and glossy, enough to whet his appetite.
He liked colored polish less.
"You really are a little temptress."
Wu Xing scolded her, though without much force.
No wonder Little Witch had kept asking him all those strange, disjointed questions in the group over the past few days. She'd been plotting this all along.
Ning Rongrong giggled, then turned and clicked away toward the private room in her high heels...
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