Explosive Clothes

Ning Rongrong turned around, hands on her hips.

The hem of her modified Ancient Style Top fluttered.

The Diamond Glazed Pendant on her chest refracted light.

The Gem Necklace sparkled under the sun.

Her delicate face was filled with disdain.

"Stalker! Hmph!"

"Who wants you to protect me! So annoying!"

She hated Oscar the most.

This sycophant, always hovering around her.

Impossible to get rid of.

Oscar was scolded until he felt awkward.

But he was still not giving up.

"But Rongrong..."

"No buts!"

Ning Rongrong interrupted him.

She turned and left, without looking back.

The hem of her short skirt rose and fell with her steps.

Her slender legs flashed alternately in the sun.

She wore an air of fairy-like charm and girlishness, but with a spoiled attitude.

Oscar stood in place, looking dejected.

Ning Rongrong left the academy and headed west.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was in the heart of the Heaven Dou Empire.

It required passing through Seven Treasure Mountain.

That was the sect's territory.

She wasn't afraid at all.

Who would dare cause trouble in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's domain?

She was the Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!

Who would dare touch her?

She walked leisurely, stopping and starting, enjoying the scenery.

She was in an excellent mood.

Her mind was filled with her father's surprise.

In the heart of the Heaven Dou Empire.

Seven Treasure Mountain stood tall and majestic, stretching endlessly.

Below the mountain lay Glazed Valley, serene and secluded.

This was already the edge of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's influence.

Ning Rongrong walked along the small path in the valley.

Humming a tune, her steps were light and quick.

She didn't notice at all.

Ahead, a figure was waiting for her.

Ji Feng stood in the shade of an ancient tree.

Watching the small figure gradually approach.

She seemed to be in a good mood.

Her pretty face was full of anticipation.

She didn't know yet that what awaited her.

Was not some surprise from her father.

But him.

Ning Rongrong finally walked closer.

She looked up and saw Ji Feng.

Her face instantly changed color.

"It's you!"

She instinctively took a step back.

Ji Feng walked out from the shadows.

He spread his arms.

Behind him, three spirit rings suddenly rose.

Three halos spun.

A vast pressure descended from the sky.

Ning Rongrong's expression changed.

She instinctively wanted to summon her martial soul.

But it was already too late.

The next second.

An invisible force bound her.

Her hands were tied behind her back.

The whole person was lifted up by Ji Feng.

"Let me go!"

Ning Rongrong struggled and shouted.

Ji Feng ignored her, carrying her towards the depths of the valley.

There was a hidden cave there.

It was prepared by him in advance.

Ning Rongrong was thrown into the cave by him.

She fell to the ground, not in pain, but very disheveled.

She looked up, glaring at Ji Feng.

In those beautiful eyes.

There was anger, there was terror.

But more than that, there was willfulness and defiance.

"You dare to capture me!"

"This is the territory of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"If you dare to bully me..."

"I'll have my Grandpa Sword chop off your hands!"

She was still talking tough.

Even at this point.

Her mouth was still so unforgiving.

Ji Feng stood at the cave entrance, looking down at her.

His expression was very calm.

But his gaze made Ning Rongrong's heart palpitate.

It was the gaze of a hunter appraising his prey.

Calm, confident, with a hint of playfulness.

He even smiled.

It was the kind of smile a cat gives when playing with a mouse.

Exactly the same as that day in the academy.

No, more dangerous than that day.

"Ning Rongrong."

Ji Feng spoke.

His tone was as calm as idle chatter.

"Do you still remember what happened yesterday?"

Ning Rongrong's face instantly turned red.

Yesterday.

Yesterday's match.

Of course, she remembered.

How could she forget.

That scoundrel, using the power of his martial soul.

He actually, actually groped her chest!

She felt so ashamed and furious she could die just thinking about it.

The sensation of those hands seemed to linger on her body.

Even through her clothes, she could feel the scorching heat.

The rough pads of his fingers, the force of his kneading.

She had never been treated like that before.

She was the high and mighty Young Miss.

Who didn't treat her with utmost respect?

Who dared to lay a hand on her?

But Ji Feng not only did.

He did it in front of so many people.

Now, he brought it up again.

Ning Rongrong's face was so hot it could fry an egg.

She glared at Ji Feng through gritted teeth.

"You scoundrel!"

"Lecherous! Shameless!"

Her legs curled up.

The short A-line skirt slid up with the movement.

Her slender legs were exposed more completely.

Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears.

But more than that, there was stubbornness and anger.

She would not beg for mercy.

She was Ning Rongrong.

The Young Miss of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

She would never bow her head to anyone.

Ji Feng looked at her like this.

His brow twitched.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Still defiant even when facing death.

Very good.

He liked it.

"It seems you remember."

Ji Feng took a step forward.

Ning Rongrong instinctively stepped back.

But the cave was only so big.

Her back hit the stone wall.

Nowhere left to retreat.

"So, do you admit what happened yesterday?"

Ji Feng asked her.

"Admit my ass!"

Ning Rongrong swore.

"If you have the guts, let me go!"

"Let's have a rematch!"

Ji Feng shook his head, as if looking at an ignorant child.

"You're always like this."

"You renege when you lose."

"After reneging, you accuse others of bullying you."

"Didn't your father teach you."

"That in this world, some debts must be repaid?"

Ning Rongrong's face flushed and paled.

Ji Feng's tone was too calm.

So calm it sent a chill down her spine.

Just as she was thinking.

Puchi--

A soft sound.

Ning Rongrong felt a coolness on her body.

That gust of wind, like a blade.

Her outer garment.

From the collar to the hem.

The entire piece of fabric was cleanly torn open.

As decisive as tearing apart rags.

The improved ancient-style top turned into fragments.

Revealing the moon-white undergarment beneath.

Ning Rongrong cried out, hugging her arms across her chest.

But that undergarment wouldn't hold for long either.

Another gust of wind.

Puchi.

The undergarment ripped open.

Her body.

Was thus exposed naked in the cave.

The light in the cave was dim, but enough to see everything clearly.

The coldness of the stone walls, the chill of the air.

All directly touched her skin.

Ning Rongrong froze completely.

Her arms were tightly shielding her chest.

But they couldn't cover everything.

Ji Feng stood before her, looking down from above.

His gaze fell upon her body.

Ning Rongrong had a good figure.

Years of pampered living.

Had made her skin as fair as snow.

Tender as if it could be broken by a puff of air.

Her collarbones were delicate, her lines smooth.

She shielded her chest with her arms.

But the curves couldn't be fully hidden.

Full contours spilled out from the sides of her arms.

Perky, rounded, the kind of youthful, ripe fullness.

Not papaya-shaped, but perfect hemispheres.

Her waist was slender.

A mere handful, without a trace of excess flesh.

The short A-line skirt was still on.

But at this moment, the skirt seemed exceptionally short.

She curled her legs, thighs pressed together.

Those legs were slender and long.

Trembling slightly from fear.

Ji Feng's gaze slowly moved down.

Her arms were solely focused on shielding her chest.

Her waist and abdomen were completely exposed.