At the sensation beneath her hands, she could not help clicking her tongue in amazement.
"Zhu Qing, what on earth have you been eating behind our backs? They're way too big. This is completely unreasonable."
Xiao Wu was even more mischievous. With a look of disdain, she tugged at Zhu Zhuqing's black fitted outfit and directly lifted the hem, revealing a stretch of fair, toned waist.
"Wow, so white."
Xiao Wu exclaimed, then slipped her hand inside, reaching the sensitive spot at Zhu Zhuqing's lower back and beginning to knead and tickle her.
"They feel so nice. No wonder that Dai Mubai guy circles around you every day."
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Zhu Zhuqing only managed one cry before her mind went blank. She felt as though steam was about to rise from her head, every sensitive defense across her body instantly overwhelmed. Since childhood, when had she ever experienced anything like this?
"S-stop it."
Zhu Zhuqing cried out in embarrassment and anger, instinctively trying to struggle.
Unfortunately, Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were both Soul Masters. They were strong, and their coordination was seamless. How could Zhu Zhuqing resist them alone? Besides, they were all good friends. She was afraid that using Soul Power or her Martial Soul might accidentally hurt them, so she could not move freely. In the end, she failed to break free and was pinned down even more tightly.
"Rongrong, Xiao Wu, stop messing around."
Gritting her teeth, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes brimmed with glistening tears. Her cheeks were so red they seemed ready to bleed, her shy beauty in full bloom. Taking a deep breath, she was just about to shove the two away in one final resistance.
Just before she reached out—
"Cough, cough."
A familiar cough, carrying a hint