Ambiguity in the Restroom

The table was lively, but undercurrents were surging beneath it.

Wu Xing ate on the surface, but his heart had long been stirred into ripples by Ning Rongrong, leaving him feeling quite fired up.

If this continued, he would eventually be unable to suppress it and reveal his flaws; he needed to calm down.

He set down his chopsticks, stood up, said a word to the girls, and headed toward the restroom.

The group didn't think much of it and had no suspicions.

Ning Rongrong's eyes, however, brightened slightly. After waiting a moment and feeling the time was right, she stood up, greeted the others, and also headed toward the restroom.

Everyone else remained unsuspecting, save for Ye Lingling, who watched her retreating figure with a thoughtful gaze.

Restroom.

Wu Xing relieved himself comfortably, then went to the sink and splashed his face hard with water, trying to dissipate the heat radiating through his body.

There was no helping it; at eighteen, he was at the peak of his vigor, compounded by the enhancements from his physical constitution and the fact that Qian Renxue had tasted the forbidden fruit with him the night before.

That he had managed to control himself without giving the game away was already quite an achievement.

Moreover, the little witch was too skilled; the thrill of her secret, under-the-table provocations in public was something few could resist.

However, just as he was looking at his reflection—which was only a tiny bit less handsome than the readers—and his physical agitation was gradually settling down.

He heard the crisp sound of high heels trotting against the floor from outside.

It came from afar and drew near, tap-tap-tap, carrying a sense of impatience.

Wu Xing's heart skipped a beat.

He knew these footsteps!

No way, was this little witch really that desperate?

She even followed him into the restroom?

Sure enough, the restroom door opened, and Ning Rongrong's figure appeared in the mirror.

She stepped inside, pressed her shoe against the door panel, and pushed; the door clicked shut instantly.

She then raised her foot, hooked the thin heel onto the lock, and flicked it upward—click, it was locked.

The movement was clean, efficient, and fluid.

The scene left Wu Xing dumbfounded, his jaw dropping in sheer amazement!

Because someone in the group chat had exposed their preferences, Ning Rongrong wasn't wearing the small leather shoes from the original story.

Instead, she had changed into a pair of ten-centimeter cyan butterfly high-heeled sandals, identical to the ones he wore.

The frilly socks that only reached her calves had also been replaced with over-the-knee lace stockings.

She looked even taller, more mature, and carried a feminine allure.

"Brother Wu Xing."

Having finished, Ning Rongrong stepped forward quickly and hooked her arms around his neck.

She rose onto her tiptoes, pressing her entire body against him, her warm breath washing over his face, carrying the faint fragrance of a young girl.

Wu Xing was caught off guard by her embrace; his back hit the vanity, and his hands instinctively gripped her waist.

"Aren't you being a bit too bold?"

Looking at the little witch in his arms, Wu Xing was completely defeated by her boldness and lack of restraint.

"Not at all."

"The door is locked."

Ning Rongrong winked playfully.

"..."

Wu Xing's mouth twitched. If this wasn't bold, what was?

"Brother Wu Xing, am I pretty?"

Seeing that Wu Xing didn't speak, Ning Rongrong rose onto her tiptoes, leaned into his ear, and asked softly.

There was not a hint of shyness, only direct and fervent passion.

Why did every girl have to ask him that when they saw him?

As he grumbled inwardly, Wu Xing's throat bobbed, and he nodded: "Pretty."

"Then I want to be the same as Xiao Wu."

Having received his affirmation, Ning Rongrong didn't hesitate for a second. She pulled him down with her slender arms, rose onto her tiptoes once more, and pressed her lips against Wu Xing's.

???

He had been forcibly kissed again!

Were all these women so unreserved?

Wu Xing felt utterly devastated, yet he didn't miss out on enjoying a single bit of it.

A long while passed.

Their lips parted.

Ning Rongrong was panting, her eyes glazed with infatuation, her face flushed with desire.

She had finally achieved her heart's wish.

No wonder Xiao Wu was so reluctant to let go; experiencing it twice in a row, the sensation was truly addictive.

Seeing such a seductive little demoness, the fire Wu Xing had originally suppressed flared up once again.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to do this?"

Wu Xing leaned in, his voice growing hoarse.

"Brother Wu Xing, you don't need to force yourself to suppress it. Rongrong has long been yours in her heart."

"I've learned about the principles of Blue Star through the Chat Group, but Rongrong will help you."

Ning Rongrong paid no mind to Wu Xing's threats and warnings, guiding his hand toward her Bear Paradise as she spoke.

Wu Xing took a deep breath. Though it was but a budding lotus, in this environment, it was exceptionally stimulating.

Since she had already said as much and had even researched Blue Star's principles in the group, what more was there to hesitate about?

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered his head to kiss her small mouth once more.

Time was tight and the task was heavy; he had to be quick, or even if they avoided the River Crab Divine Beast, it would surely arouse the suspicions of the other girls.

Ning Rongrong naturally understood this, having put in quite a bit of effort to study some materials, and she responded with full cooperation.

Her delicate, beautiful hands showed no intention of remaining idle.

Otherwise, why would she be called a little demoness?

After a bout of mutual sparring, Ning Rongrong tied up her silky hair, as if she had rehearsed the action countless times.

"Brother Wu Xing, Rongrong is your woman now, right?"

After about ten minutes, Ning Rongrong stood up, nestled into Wu Xing's arms, and tilted her face upward.

Her jewel-like eyes were filled with anticipation.

"Naturally." Wu Xing nodded without hesitation.

"Even if you wanted to run now, you couldn't escape my Five Finger Mountain."

"Rongrong wouldn't run away; Rongrong would only willingly burrow into Brother Wu Xing's two Five Finger Mountains."

Ning Rongrong glanced down at the paradise on her chest, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

"Hiss..."

Wu Xing drew a sharp breath; the nickname "little demoness" was truly well-deserved, as she was driving the car again.

He nearly lost his composure and made her kneel back down.

"Alright, we've been out long enough. Yan Yan, Xiao Wu, and the others will start to get suspicious."

Wu Xing hurriedly shook off the thought and urged Ning Rongrong to return first.

The two of them had been out for nearly twenty minutes; if they didn't go back soon, the others would likely come looking for them.

Ning Rongrong knew it was time to return, so she stopped being clingy and pulled away from Wu Xing's embrace.

In any case, she had gained enough today—far exceeding her expectations.

Brother Wu Xing had even confirmed she was his, and since there would be plenty of time in the future, there was no need to rush today.

Just as she reached the door and opened it, she suddenly thought of something, turned back, and asked, "Brother Wu Xing, do you like what I'm wearing today?"

As she spoke, she cast a meaningful glance at her high heels and white silk stockings.

"It looks good, much better than those little leather shoes." Wu Xing, who had noticed her attire—different from the original work—from the very beginning, swallowed hard and nodded.

"Heehee, and you said you didn't like mature styles, Brother Wu Xing."

"Next time, Rongrong will let you experience it properly."

Ning Rongrong gave a mischievous smile and slightly lifted her small foot, encased in white silk.

Beneath the thin fabric, the luster of her nails was clearly visible.

It was nail polish.

However, it wasn't colored, but transparent.

It was the only style Wu Xing liked, as it made her small feet appear more supple and glossy, whetting his appetite.

He didn't really care for the colored ones.

"You really are a bewitching little enchantress."

Wu Xing scolded her with a huff.

No wonder this little demoness had been asking him strange, disjointed questions in the group over the past few days; it turned out she had been planning this all along.

Ning Rongrong giggled, then turned and walked toward the private room, her high heels clicking against the floor...