"Rongrong, why are you here?"
Tang Yin looked puzzled at Ning Rongrong standing outside his door.
It was late at night—why wasn't she cultivating instead of coming to his place?
Ning Rongrong didn't answer. Instead, she stretched her neck to peek behind Tang Yin, and after confirming no one else was inside, she slipped in like an eel.
Without waiting for his permission, she closed the door behind her.
Then, speaking quickly, she said, "Tang Yin, I have something very important to tell you. Let's go inside and sit down first."
Ning Rongrong had visited Tang Yin's place many times and was very familiar with the layout. She took his hand and led him to the sofa in the living room.
After spending so much time together, their relationship wasn't as intimate as lovers, but they were quite close.
Her heart raced uncontrollably as she stared at Tang Yin's handsome, slightly roguish face.
She had always liked him.
Before, Oscar had constantly tried to win her over, and she understood his intentions. But her heart belonged to Tang Yin. No matter how much effort Oscar put in, she simply didn't like him.
"Rongrong, what's the matter?" Tang Yin asked, confused.
Given his experience with women, Tang Yin could easily guess what her strange expression meant. But he didn't say it outright—he wanted to see why she had come to him so late at night.
Ning Rongrong snapped out of her daze, her cheeks slightly red. "I… I want to be like Zhuqing."
She didn't know how to phrase it—she only knew that Zhuqing had sought Tang Yin's help to improve so quickly.
She didn't know the details, so she figured saying "like Zhuqing" would be enough.
But Tang Yin interpreted it differently.
"You're sure you want to be like Zhuqing?" he asked, confirming.
Being like Zhuqing meant taking out his "Red Cannon" and firing three consecutive shots at her delicate little sister.
Now that Ning Rongrong had come to him late at night, did that mean…?
Ning Rongrong, thinking he was referring to cultivation and power improvement, nodded firmly.
"Are you really sure?" Tang Yin asked again.
Something felt off—was she misunderstanding something? Otherwise, why would she be so forward?
But Ning Rongrong nodded decisively. "I'm sure."
To grow stronger and not fall behind Zhuqing and the others, she was willing to endure any hardship.
Tang Yin studied her for a moment before finally nodding.
If a woman came to him willingly, refusing wasn't his style.
Besides, taking Ning Rongrong meant gaining another 10,000 green light points.
From his adoptive mother Ah Yin, the mature beauty Liu Erlong, the cat-like Zhuqing, and the delicate Xiao Wu, he had already accumulated 50,000 points.
He only needed 50,000 more to reach 100,000 and unlock the ability to travel to other worlds. That was why he hadn't spent any points yet.
Now, Ning Rongrong was offering herself along with another 10,000 points.
There was no reason to refuse.
But tonight, he had plenty of time. There was no need to rush into battle—he preferred taking it slow, savoring the process.
So he said, "Rongrong, go take a bath in my room first. We'll start afterward."
"Ah, do we need to bathe for that?" Ning Rongrong asked, confused.
In her mind, she was only asking for his help in cultivation, not… that.
Tang Yin replied bluntly, "It'll feel better if you're clean. Besides, I prefer you washed."
"Hmph, I'm already clean without bathing!" Ning Rongrong pouted.
Still, she obediently went upstairs to wash—since Tang Yin said it would be better, she'd do it.
She wasn't entirely sure how Tang Yin would help her improve her spirit power, but if it involved those things… she'd accept it.
Because she liked him.
When you like someone, you're willing to give them everything.
While Ning Rongrong bathed, Tang Yin waited in the bedroom, ready to enjoy her fully.
Among the three beauties of Shrek Academy, Ning Rongrong's most captivating features were her slender, delicate waist and her fair, tender skin, soft as lychee flesh.
Though she used to have a spoiled young lady's temper, that was long gone—now, she carried an elegant noblewoman's charm.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom…
Ning Rongrong washed meticulously, not missing a single inch of her body.
Her skin was the best among the three—so supple it seemed like water could be squeezed from it. This was her greatest pride.
Her chest wasn't as large as Zhuqing's, but it was perky, full, and perfectly rounded.
Her legs weren't as long as Xiao Wu's, but when she wore stockings, they were just as alluring—enough to captivate Tang Yin.
Her waist was slender as a willow branch, so fine it seemed a strong breeze might snap it.
If she wore a light, flowing dress, she could easily make Tang Yin dizzy with desire.
Thinking this, Ning Rongrong smiled faintly.
She wiped her snow-white shoulders, droplets of water rolling down her smooth skin, trickling over her flat, toned stomach like morning dew clinging to leaves.
Soon, she finished bathing.
But just as she was about to leave, she remembered—tonight, it was just her and Tang Yin.
He was going to help her improve her strength.
It wouldn't be right to trouble him without giving something in return.
Even if he didn't mind, she couldn't be so inconsiderate.
Hmm… Maybe I should dress a little sexier? Give Tang Yin a little reward?
Remembering a certain outfit and some stockings she had bought earlier, she quickly retrieved them from her storage spirit tool and put them on.
Then, she stepped out of the room.
Outside, Tang Yin, who had been waiting for a while, was instantly captivated by her appearance.
She wore a form-fitting blue dress that reached mid-thigh.
A shimmering sapphire necklace adorned the chest area, and the dress cinched tightly at her waist, making it look impossibly slender—so much so that Tang Yin worried it might break if he held her too tightly.
That narrow waist only accentuated the fullness of her chest, making it even more enticing.
But what truly caught Tang Yin's attention were her long, shapely legs, sheathed in sheer black garter stockings.
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