After winning her soul fight, Zhu Zhuqing returned to the VIP room.
The moment she pushed open the door, she saw Qin Jiuxiao reclining on the sofa, a wineglass in hand, watching her with a gratified smile.
Zhu Zhuqing had barely taken two steps inside when Qin Jiuxiao reached out and pulled her into his arms.
"You fought well." Qin Jiuxiao lowered his head and kissed her forehead, smiling. "I'll reward you properly when we get back."
At his words, the tips of Zhu Zhuqing's ears instantly turned red, and a flicker of anticipation flashed through her eyes.
Images involuntarily surfaced in her mind. What exactly would Young Master Qin's reward be?
Could it be... that...
She secretly glanced at Qin Jiuxiao's profile, then quickly lowered her head again.
Young Master Qin liked stockings. Should she buy some more later?
Certain blush-inducing images flashed through her mind, and she felt as though steam were about to rise from the top of her head.
Zhu Zhuyun, who stood behind Qin Jiuxiao massaging his shoulders, saw her younger sister's expression and could not help but laugh coyly. "Little sister, if you don't calm down soon, you'll get a nosebleed."
At that, Xiao Wu and Ning Rongrong both looked over. Seeing Zhu Zhuqing's shy and embarrassed expression, they all burst into giggles, filling the VIP room with cheerful laughter.
Knock, knock, knock.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Qin Jiuxiao extended his spiritual power slightly and sensed the auras of several people outside.
Yu Tianheng, Qin Ming, and several unfamiliar auras. They were likely the other members of the Imperial Fighting Team.
The corners of his lips curled up slightly. He released Zhu Zhuqing from his embrace and had her sit beside him before saying to Xiao Wu, "Xiao Wu, open the