"Tang Yin, do I look pretty?"
Ning Rongrong noticed Tang Yin staring intently at her and secretly felt pleased. After asking, she spun around in front of him, showing off.
"Beautiful, incredibly alluring—especially those garter stockings on your legs. They're a perfect match for that dress," Tang Yin praised without restraint.
Ning Rongrong's heart swelled with joy at his words, but she fidgeted slightly before asking, "Then… should we start now?"
Tang Yin nodded. "We can begin."
He kept his gaze fixed on her, waiting to see if she would take the initiative.
Meanwhile, Ning Rongrong also watched him, expecting him to make the first move—after all, he was the one helping her cultivate, not the other way around.
Yet, she grew puzzled. Why was Tang Yin just staring at her without using his spirit skills to assist her training?
Does he like me too?
Or is he just captivated by my outfit?
The thought made her even happier.
But under his intense gaze, she couldn't help but blush. Unable to bear it any longer, she asked, "Tang Yin, should we… start?"
Tang Yin nodded again, then sat down on the bed, silently observing her, waiting to see her reaction.
Taking this as a signal to join him, Ning Rongrong walked over, removed her shoes, and sat on the bed facing him, ready for his guidance.
If it were anyone else, she would never have climbed onto the bed so casually. But because it was Tang Yin, she felt no hesitation—only anticipation.
In fact, she had even fantasized about whether he might suddenly kiss her while helping her cultivate.
If he does… should I resist?
Or should I let him?
A voice inside her insisted she shouldn't resist—because she liked Tang Yin. If it was him, she'd let him do anything.
Yet another voice argued: A woman must be reserved. How can you just casually get intimate with a man? You can't give yourself away so easily.
While Ning Rongrong's mind waged war, Tang Yin had no such hesitation. His rough hands pulled her close, and without pause, he pressed his lips against hers.
"Mmm…"
Ning Rongrong froze as Tang Yin kissed her forcefully.
He really did it… just like in my fantasies.
What do I do now?
Should I push him away?
But… this feels so strange…
Why does it feel… good?
I feel like… I can't… hold on…
Her eyelids fluttered shut as her body went limp in his arms, surrendering to his kiss.
Compared to Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, her reaction was different.
Because she had imagined this moment countless times, being kissed by the man she loved overwhelmed her senses, leaving her powerless to resist.
Tang Yin noticed her submission but didn't dwell on it. As he continued kissing her, his rough hands began exploring further.
Suddenly—
Ning Rongrong's body trembled violently as she felt the heat of his touch.
She didn't know if it was nervousness, fear, or excitement—but she didn't resist.
Instead, she wanted those rough hands to keep bringing her pleasure.
After savoring her lips, Tang Yin pulled back slightly, gazing down at her.
Ning Rongrong's fair cheeks were flushed, utterly enchanting.
Seeing the fire in Tang Yin's eyes, she nervously clutched her skirt, barely daring to breathe.
"Rongrong, I'm going to give you a feeling you've never experienced before," Tang Yin said with a wicked grin.
"It'll send you straight to heaven."
He lifted her chin and kissed her again—this time, Ning Rongrong wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.
Though still shy and nervous, his promise of an unprecedented sensation made her eager to try it.
After an internal struggle, she decided to be bold—to show her feelings openly to the man she loved.
Rip—
The sound of tearing fabric filled the air.
After thoroughly tasting her lips, Tang Yin roughly tore open her alluring garter stockings, making her even more irresistible.
Thud—
The next moment, he pushed her down.
Ning Rongrong lay in a seductive pose—legs bent, her disheveled dress revealing glimpses of snowy-white skin.
Tang Yin, already fully prepared, aimed his "crimson cannon" at her, ready to fire.
Blushing furiously, Ning Rongrong turned her head away, too embarrassed to look.
But Tang Yin gripped her shoulders, forcing her to face him.
"Rongrong, you'll like this, won't you?" he murmured. "You'll play nicely with it, right?"
"Wh-what should I do?" she stammered, completely inexperienced.
Tang Yin smirked. "It's simple—just a little tiring for your tongue. But I know you can handle it."
At first, she didn't understand what he meant by "tiring for the tongue." But when he explained with that devilish grin, she shook her head in flustered refusal.
Yet Tang Yin gave her no chance to refuse.
"Mmm… nngh…"
Ning Rongrong tried to protest, but under his coaxing, she gradually obeyed.
"Haah…"
Tang Yin exhaled deeply.
"Rongrong, I wonder what Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu would think if they saw their dear friend here with me so late at night."
"Oh, that's right—Oscar likes you, doesn't he? If he saw his goddess kneeling before me like this, would he be heartbroken? Or would he lose his mind?"
As Ning Rongrong grew more skilled under his guidance, Tang Yin whispered provocative words to further fluster her.
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