Seething with anger, Luo Mang walked to the door.
Click!
With a crisp sound, the door opened.
All he saw were two pairs of full thighs, one bare and the other clad in black fishnet stockings that dug into the soft flesh. He wanted to give both a squeeze.
Luo Mang looked them over from the bottom up. Their stunning figures told him who they were, and when he raised his head, he met the two women's puzzled expressions.
Tsunade needed no introduction. Her voluptuous figure was unmistakable, and her green jacket was the same as ever.
As for the woman beside Tsunade, with her short, pale-purple hair, a tube top beneath her coat, and shorts paired with fishnet stockings, her signature outfit made her identity easy to guess.
Konan?
Why was she here?
Could she have a diary too?
While Luo Mang studied her, Konan was studying him as well.
A trace of confusion appeared on her beautiful face. This boy who had a crush on her was actually such a little fellow?
Wasn't their age gap a little too big? He'd be getting quite the older bride, wouldn't he?
And he still had lustful thoughts about her?
She really couldn't make sense of it. Besides, he didn't look like someone who could predict the future.
The two kept sizing each other up, leaving Tsunade off to the side and making her rather unhappy.
"Ahem!"
Her sharp cough interrupted them.
Luo Mang instinctively turned to look at Tsunade's face.
With a dark expression, Tsunade asked, "Brat, aren't you going to invite us in?"
"Uh, please, come in."
He didn't understand why the two of them were together, much less why they had come here together.
Now that they were here, they wanted to come inside too. He had no