Luo Yu sighed helplessly.
What kind of situation was this?
A stunning beauty with a face as exquisite as a flower aid a knife at herself, all to force him, a pure and handso lad, to kiss her?
Ning Rongrong’s face broke into a joyful smile, which seed to brighten the entire bedroom.
Seeing this, Luo Yu couldn’t help but lose focus; he had to admit, Ning Rongrong was truly beautiful.
Her cheeks were smooth as jade, her features were exquisitely crafted, and she radiated an astonishing charm without any makeup, playful yet brimming with the proud aura of a little princess.
"Co on, I’m ready," she said.
Ning Rongrong pursed her red lips, waiting for Luo Yu to lean in, but he didn’t move for a long ti.
She grew impatient waiting.
Luo Yu said, speechless, "You don’t close your eyes when kissing?"
"I don’t want to. I want to keep looking at you as you co closer," Ning Rongrong said with a smile.
"Isn’t it, that girls are usually shy?"
"I’m not a little girl anymore, okay?" Ning Rongrong added in her heart.
I’ve long been a wife.
Luo Yu leaned in and kissed Ning Rongrong’s lips; the mont they touched, his heart trembled.
It felt like deja vu.
A familiar feeling, a familiar fragrance.
Ning Rongrong was far more excited than him, gazing at the familiar face so close to hers.
She was ecstatic.
It had been eighteen years, do you know how I’ve managed without my husband all these years?
She could only watch enviously as Bi Bidong and others interacted with Brother Yu, having never deeply engaged with him herself; she’d long been green with envy, and now her wish was finally fulfilled.
If Ning Rongrong weren’t certain that Brother Yu’s mory was about to be unlocked, the stress would’ve been too much for her and the other young wives, living in such tornt.
But they understood Luo Yu’s actions; after all, he wasn’t out looking for other won but was protecting their holand and had more important things to do.
As long as the mories eventually returned, that would be enough.
"Hey, why did you pull back so soon?" Ning Rongrong hadn’t enjoyed it for long before Luo Yu retreated.
Luo Yu raised an eyebrow, "Wasn’t that enough?"
Ning Rongrong licked her red lips, feeling a sense of loss, rembering the sensation, "Of course not."
"I hadn’t even begun to savor the taste, and you ran off."
"How unreasonable!"
"No more, once is enough," Luo Yu shook his head, "you’re being too greedy."
Ning Rongrong huffed.
Stinky man, I am your wife, after all.
Forget it, the ignorant are guiltless; I, the fairy, won’t stoop to your level.
"Then I might just go pick up the knife again," Ning Rongrong threatened.
Luo Yu sighed, "Alright, one more ti then."
"Tch."
Ning Rongrong pursed her lips and smiled, "Are you afraid I’d hurt myself? I’m too embarrassed to expose you."
"If I were ugly, you probably wouldn’t agree even if I threatened you."
"I’m beautiful, aren’t I?"
"Stop dawdling and hurry up," Luo Yu urged, already sensing that his relationship with these won was probably extraordinary, and thus he did not have many reservations.
Anyway, he was definitely not at a loss in this round.
Ning Rongrong this ti wrapped her arms around Luo Yu’s waist, not giving him any chance to run away.
Lips parting.
Luo Yu glared, touched his lips, and said, "You won are like vacuums incarnate."
Ning Rongrong smiled contentedly, not saying much more.
Luo Yu didn’t focus on Ning Rongrong anymore; she seed to be a bit of a crazy woman.
He turned to the A’yin Sisters, clad in their cheongsams, fishnet stockings, and with their legs crossed seductively, and asked:
"May I know the purpose of your visit?"
Ning Rongrong licked her glossed lips, sat on the bed as if she belonged there, with her lacy-stockinged legs crossing and uncrossing, her high heels tilting back and forth at the toes.
Silky and sexy.
She took off her coat as well, revealing milk-white shoulders.
"Brother Yu, we’re just here to see you, no other reason," she said.
A Yin nodded, "We know that you’re going to participate in the world competition in a couple of days, we’ll leave after sitting for a bit."
Luo Yu opened his mouth, uncertain of what to say for a mont.
What kind of romantic debts had he incurred in the past to have so many beautiful won worried about him?
Was his forr self really that impressive?
So far, he had only taken Jia Lan; considering his past, it seed quite lackluster.
Mainly because he lacked the ti and energy.
He could have lived carefree as a prodigal son, flaunting his talents.
Yet now, he had to mix with the world as God’s Child, revered by tens of thousands.
"Please have a seat. Would you like anything to eat?" he offered.
Luo Yu felt a surge of guilt, inexplicably feeling that he had let these won down.
His life was easier without the mories.
He could continue to flirt with girls.
The won, however, could only wait for him, even finding it so inconvenient to see him.
The A’yin Sisters shook their heads, "Just seeing you a little while makes us content."
Luo Yu sat in the bedroom chair, the three won side by side on the bed, their legs long, white, and slender.
With the stockings accentuating their beauty, they were a sight to behold.
The worst part was, Luo Yu felt a delusional confidence that if he pounced on them, they probably wouldn’t refuse.
They might even welco him with open arms.
Luo Yu hamred his chest, wondering what kind of mories he had lost.
"Um, I want to ask the three of you sothing," he said.
"Go ahead," Ning Rongrong replied, batting her thick lashes.
Luo Yu asked:
"How many sisters do you have that are like you? There can’t be any more, right? There are already so many."
"No more?" Ning Rongrong opened her sweet mouth, drawing out a long, trailing sound.
The expressions of the A’yin Sisters turned odd.
What a tangential conversation this was.
Sisters scared you by their sheer number.
Luo Yu noticed their strange expressions and said in surprise, "Don’t tell there are more."
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