Ning Rongrong's Hush Money! Xiao Lan Takes Human Form!

A stroke of divine inspiration—simply marvelous! They slept until day turned to night, only waking when the thunderstorm outside gradually subsided.

Both of them were exhausted heaps.

Jiang Yi: (￣o￣).zZ

Ning Rongrong: ∩(✘_✘)∩

This round ended in a draw.

There was no winner. In the end, it was still the gap in their constitutions. Even Jiang Yi had to admit that Ning Rongrong was extraordinarily gifted.

The only surprise was that Uncle Big Sausage had never been sandwiched by Aunt Thick Bread. What a sigh-worthy revelation.

"If you dare tell anyone..."

"Enough! Enough! You may have no shame, but I do! Ancestor, you wouldn't want Wutong to find out, would you?"

Ning Rongrong had just been about to settle the score afterward when Jiang Yi cut her off, leaving her speechless with a string of Japanese.

"Who would have thought that the legendary, loving Nine-Colored Goddess wasn't in love with Oscar, but with the Sea God..."

Jiang Yi sighed, looking as though someone had shattered his worldview.

He truly hadn't expected Ning Rongrong to be an old virgin. He had thought she was merely suppressing herself, but who would have guessed...

No, what kind of attitude was that?

Ning Rongrong was speechless. He made it sound as though she had gotten a bargain. She had clearly only come to try a little roleplay.

Yet somehow, she had fallen into it.

But destroying the evidence was impossible. She couldn't bring herself to do it, and she would have no way to explain it to Wutong either, so she could only accept her bad luck.

Though it did not seem all that unlucky...

Ning Rongrong licked her red lips and stroked her lower belly. That feeling was incomparable to doing it herself.

If Oscar had forced himself on her when they got