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East wing, master bedroom.
Compared to Huang Rong's dilemma and restlessness, the atmosphere here was filled with enchanting and strangely harmonious tranquility.
Jing Ni stood before the full-length mirror, looking at herself, utterly bewildered.
She was wearing a strange outfit.
The top was a blue and white blouse with a wide collar and a red bow tie. Below, a ridiculously short, dark blue pleated skirt barely covered her upper thighs.
This was the very item Gu Liufeng had produced—the [Sailor Uniform · Innocent Campus Belle Edition].
"Young Master... isn't this outfit, perhaps, a bit too skimpy?"
Jing Ni tugged at her skirt uncomfortably, trying to cover her long legs, which were completely exposed to the air.
"Not at all, it's just right."
Gu Liufeng sat on the edge of the bed, holding a pair of brand new stockings.
Unlike last night's seductive black silk, this pair was pure and flawless white silk.
"Sit down."
Gu Liufeng patted his thigh.
Jing Ni obediently sat down.
Gu Liufeng personally put on the white silk stockings for her.
As the white stockings were pulled up her ankles, tightly encasing her supple calves and thighs, a completely different kind of beauty emerged.
Black silk represented mystery and temptation, while white silk... represented purity and sanctity.
But when this sacred white was worn by a murderous, curvaceous elder sister assassin, the contrast was simply breathtaking!
Gu Liufeng stepped back, admiring the masterpiece before him.
The tight sailor uniform top simply couldn't contain Jing Ni's proud figure, developed through her Heaven-Man Realm cultivation.
The breathtaking curve of her chest stretched the fabric tightly, as if the buttons might burst open at any moment. With her breathing, the bow tie at her collar trembled slightly; it was the ultimate tension of a ripe peach trying to squeeze into a green skin.
Beneath the pleated skirt was her perfect waist-to-hip ratio, honed by years of martial arts training.
Her waist was slender as a willow, while her hips were round and pert, creating a beautiful curve in the short skirt. With her movements, the skirt swayed, revealing glimpses of her thighs, encased in white stockings, hinting at the allure of the area.
But the most stunning feature was her legs.
The white stockings were tight, gleaming with a subtle pearlescent sheen.
Below the skirt, a pair of white-stockinged feet rested on the carpet, ankles slender, insteps arched in an elegant curve, toes slightly curled within the stockings, exuding an indescribable cuteness.
"Truly... exquisite." Gu Liufeng's Adam's apple bobbed, feeling the Nine Yang True Qi within him stirring restlessly.
"Young Master... do I really look good dressed like this?" Jing Ni shyly pressed her legs together. This girlish attire felt strange on her, yet she felt a strange excitement under Gu Liufeng's burning gaze.
"Beautiful. More beautiful than any scenery in this world."
Gu Liufeng took a deep breath:
"Ni'er, since you're wearing this, then tonight... you must be obedient."
Jing Ni seemed to understand his meaning.
She looked at Gu Liufeng, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, but it was quickly overwhelmed by his gentle, watery gaze.
She was his sword, and also his slave.
What did dignity matter as long as he was happy?
Jing Ni slowly raised her hand, gathering her cascading black hair, casually tying it behind her head with a ribbon, revealing her long, elegant swan neck.
It was an extremely feminine, and extremely submissive, gesture.
Then.
In the dim light of the red candles and silken curtains.
The stunningly beautiful assassin from the Celestial Realm, clad in a sailor uniform and white silk stockings, slowly bent her knees and knelt on the soft carpet…
…Midnight, west wing.
Moonlight, like water, streamed through the paper window onto the bed, but couldn't penetrate Huang Rong's restless heart.
"Huff…huff…" The young girl lay on the brocade quilt, breathing rapidly, her pretty face as red as a ripe apple.
There was no charcoal brazier in the room, yet Huang Rong felt hot.
The heat seemed to emanate from her very bones, carrying a tingling sensation she had never experienced before, rising up her spine to the top of her head.
"I can't take it! I'm dying of heat!"
Huang Rong jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathtub behind the screen.
Splash!
A tub of water, long since cooled, was poured over her without hesitation.
Cool water droplets slid down her still-developing, yet already budding, delicate body, finally managing to suppress the rage within her.
After calming down, shame and anger followed.
"Gu Liufeng! You pervert! You lecherous wolf!" Huang Rong, wiping her wet hair, glared at the "culprit" book through gritted teeth:
"He definitely did it on purpose! Showing me this kind of book is clearly a blatant attempt to harass me! He thinks I'm still a virgin, and wants to see me humiliated?"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
Why is he enjoying himself in the east wing with Sister Jingni, while she has to suffer like this here? Why could he act like a proper "teacher," while she had to be made a fool of?
"No way! I can't swallow this!"
"I'm going to settle the score with him right now! I'm going to smash this damn book in his face and give him a good scolding! I'll ask him if he has any shame!" Huang Rong hastily threw on an outer garment, pushed open the door aggressively, and headed straight for the east wing.