Ning Rongrong looked at Zhu Zhuqing's averted face and scarlet earlobes.
She immediately understood what Lu Ning meant.
Her gemlike eyes widened, her pink lips parted slightly, and astonishment filled her gaze.
She had never imagined Lu Ning would have such ideas.
"Wait!"
"How are you supposed to do this with two people?"
"You only have one..."
Lu Ning caught her by her fair neck.
His right hand darted behind her with practiced ease and undid her white ties in one motion. Her pale moonlike curves sprang lightly free. She cried out and abruptly looked at Zhu Zhuqing beside her.
She covered her chest with both hands.
"Huh?"
Zhu Zhuqing looked over at her.
Instinctively, she made a comparison in her mind.
Sure enough, those generous assets were not as plentiful as her own.
"Stop struggling."
"It's hardly your first or second time with this scoundrel."
"Since he brought it up, he must have a way."
Zhu Zhuqing turned her back.
Ning Rongrong's beautiful eyes darted about.
She actually walked over and undid Zhu Zhuqing's black ties as well. A smug, mischievous grin appeared on her face as she chuckled at Zhu Zhuqing. "Then don't think you're getting away either, Zhu Zhuqing!"
Zhu Zhuqing reacted even more strongly than she had.
Hers were far larger to begin with, and as they fell free, Ning Rongrong actually began kissing them before Lu Ning could. Startled, Zhu Zhuqing retreated several steps, surprise showing in her dark eyes.
"You..."
"Did you learn that from him?!"
Spirit City.
The Papal Deacon Hall.
Bibi Dong sat upright on the papal throne, gazing tenderly at Yu Xiaogang as he raised his teacup.
"Xiaogang."
"As you suggested."
"I've had people keeping an eye on that Soul Master named Lu Ning lately."
"He does have some talent.