The Foolish Big-Breasted Cat

Suotuo City, Rose Hotel.

In the most luxurious suite on the top floor, a crystal chandelier cast warm yellow light, spreading a soft glow across the carpet.

Outside the window lay Suotuo City's bustling nightscape, dotted with lights and faint voices. Yet the atmosphere inside the room was far livelier than outside.

Zhu Zhuqing curled up in the corner of the bed. All her injuries had been healed, leaving only the tattered bodysuit still hanging from her frame.

She looked up at the several women surrounding her, her back pressed against the headboard as she shrank back slightly.

"Who... exactly are you?"

Her voice carried vigilance, along with a trace of weakness she could not hide.

She could not understand why these people had appeared at that moment.

Why had that middle-aged man retreated so decisively upon seeing them? Why had they brought her here?

Yan Lingji sat on the edge of the bed, nine snow-white fox tails fanned out behind her, carrying an indolent, bone-deep charm.

She glanced at Zhu Zhuqing with a faintly amused smile. "To make you our master's servant."

"Ser... servant?"

Zhu Zhuqing's pupils contracted as she nearly sprang up on instinct.

Her martial soul appeared in an instant. Cat claws glimmered coldly at her fingertips, and she arched her back like a startled cat, staring fiercely at the women before her.

"Heh." Yan Lingji chuckled and tilted her head. "You still don't understand the difference between us?"

The instant her words fell, the lazy, seductive aura around her abruptly changed.

A heavy pressure, so suffocating it was difficult to breathe, silently descended upon Zhu Zhuqing.

Zhu Zhuqing felt as if a mountain had been pressed onto her shoulders.

Her knees buckled, and the invisible force slammed her to the ground. Her cheek pressed against the