Her words were not yet finished.
Yang Xing sat in his chair, not even lifting his eyelids, and casually waved a hand.
An invisible wave swept across. Zhu Zhuqing's black dress that had just fallen to the ground flew up from the ground as if time were flowing backward, seamlessly putting itself back on her body.
Even the belt and buttons returned to their original states.
Zhu Zhuqing froze.
She looked down at her neatly dressed body, her mind experiencing a momentary short circuit. Could it be that she had hallucinated just now because she was too nervous? She hadn't forgotten to take off her clothes at all.
Subconsciously, she raised her hand to undo the collar button again.
The next moment, a wooden stick appeared in Yang Xing's hand out of nowhere.
"Snap."
The wooden stick struck Zhu Zhuqing's head accurately.
Zhu Zhuqing let out a cry of pain, covering the struck spot with both hands.
"Stop." Yang Xing spat out two words.
Yet Zhu Zhuqing showed no intention of stopping at all.
Her eye rims reddened, and the stubbornness deep within her bones completely erupted.
Instead, her hand movements grew faster as she desperately tried to tear at her lapel.
Yang Xing looked at her with a face full of confusion. "Why are you so obsessed with this?"
Zhu Zhuqing's clothes slipped halfway off again, and with another casual wave from Yang Xing, the dress was restored once more.
Biting her teeth with tears swirling in her eyes, Zhu Zhuqing continued to forcefully strip off her clothes.
With reddened eye rims, her voice carried a desperate tremble.
"Because this is the only valuable thing I have. The only thing I could think of to show you my sincerity in becoming your disciple."
Yang Xing's eyes narrowed slightly.
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