Chapter 208 Ah Yin: Husband... Lu Ming has won over the beauty!
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu felt their soul power rising rapidly, their skin becoming crystal clear and delicate, as if it could be broken with a touch. The original trace of immaturity was quickly fading away, replaced by the delicate beauty of young girls growing up.
The most significant changes were seen in Liu Erlong and A Yin.
Liu Erlong's fiery temper seemed to have been melted away by the medicinal power, and she exuded an alluring aura like a ripe peach.
The extremely subtle traces left by the years have completely disappeared, and she looks as fresh and tender as a girl in her early twenties.
"Alright, everyone stop crowding around."
"This whale glue is too potent. Your priority now is to go back and meditate to refine it. Don't waste such a good thing."
"If your foundation isn't solid, see how I deal with you."
Although Liu Erlong was trying to shoo people away, his tone betrayed an undisguised smile.
Hearing the dean speak, the girls, though somewhat reluctant to leave the warm and ambiguous atmosphere, knew the importance of the matter at hand.
The medicinal properties of whale jelly aged for millions of years do indeed require time to be digested and consolidated.
"Well... Brother Lu Ming, I'll head back now."
Ning Rongrong reluctantly let go of Lu Ming's hand and walked towards the dormitory, turning back every few steps.
Xiao Wu waved and followed her away.
Soon, the once lively courtyard was left with only Lu Ming, Zhu Zhuqing, and A Yin.
After shooing everyone away, Liu Erlong made an excuse to go and guide his students in their cultivation, thus giving these young people some space.
She was an experienced woman; she could easily see the undercurrents between these young people.
Zhu Zhuqing was also preparing to leave, but as soon as she took a step, she found that A Yin was still standing next to Lu Ming, showing no intention of leaving at all.
Ah Yin was bowing her head, obediently tidying up the tea set on the stone table, her movements gentle and elegant, just like a real maid.
But the mature woman's charm she exuded, under the night sky, was like a ripe peach, radiating an alluring sweetness.
Zhu Zhuqing stopped in her tracks.
Those clear, cold eyes narrowed slightly as they stared at Ah Yin.
A sense of crisis began to grow wildly in her heart.
If it were Ning Rongrong or Xiao Wu, she might not be so wary.
After all, we're all the same age, and we each rely on our own abilities.
But Ah Yin is different.
The other person was too mature; that gentle and tolerant feeling was something these naive young girls could never learn.
And... this is Tang San's mother.
This taboo identity has a fatal attraction for men.
Didn't you see how badly Lu Ming crippled Tang San for this woman in the Soul Arena today?
"Senior A-Yin."
Zhu Zhuqing spoke, her voice cold and clear.
"It's late, aren't you going home to rest?"
Ah Yin paused slightly as she tidied up the tea set, then looked up at Zhu Zhuqing.
Her blue eyes were full of gentleness, yet they also carried an unyielding determination.
"Miss Zhu, just call me A Yin. I don't deserve the title of 'senior'."
"Young Master has had a long and tiring day at the Arena and needs someone to attend to him."
"I am the young master's maid, and it is my duty to stay and take care of his daily life."
Maidservant?
Zhu Zhuqing sneered inwardly.
What maid looks at her master with that sly, lingering gaze?
And you also have to take care of their daily needs?
It seems they're taking care of her in bed!
"Lu Ming has hands and feet, he doesn't need anyone to serve him."
Zhu Zhuqing took a step forward, her voluptuous figure casting a long shadow in the moonlight.
"Besides, I'm his girlfriend, so even if someone needs to take care of him, it should be my responsibility."
This is a declaration of sovereignty.
The air instantly filled with the smell of gunpowder.
Ah Yin wasn't angry; she simply bowed slightly, her hair falling down to cover her slightly flushed cheeks.
"Miss Zhu is of noble birth, how can she do such rough work?"
"Besides..."
Ah Yin raised her head, glanced at Lu Ming, and her eyes welled up with tears.
"As the young master just said, he is too young to appreciate his aunt's kindness."
"There are some things that Miss Zhu is still too young to handle."
A decisive blow.
This sentence left Zhu Zhuqing speechless.
Although she has a well-developed figure, she can't compare to someone like Ah Yin, who has been through it all, in terms of experience and charm.
In particular, Ah Yin's comment "she's still young" was like a knife to her throat.
Zhu Zhuqing's chest heaved violently with anger, and her striking white skin was faintly visible at her neckline.
She turned to look at Lu Ming, her eyes filled with grievance and stubbornness, as if waiting for Lu Ming to make a choice.
Lu Ming felt incredibly pleased as he watched these two stunning beauties vying for his attention.
One is a cool and aloof cat.
One is the gentle and mature Blue Silver Emperor.
This is double the joy!
However, he also knew he couldn't afford to go too far.
Lu Ming stood up, walked up to Zhu Zhuqing, and reached out to pinch her puffed-up cheeks.
"Okay, stop fooling around."
"This whale glue is very potent. You should hurry back and refine it, don't waste this opportunity."
"tonight..."
Lu Ming turned his head and glanced at Ah Yin, whose pretty face was flushed, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
"I still have some academic questions about Blue Silver Grass that I want to discuss with Ah Yin in more detail."
Upon hearing the words "in-depth discussion," Ah Yin almost buried her head in her chest, and her body trembled slightly.
Zhu Zhuqing wasn't stupid; she could easily understand the meaning behind those words.
She glared fiercely at Lu Ming, then gave Ah Yin a deep look, and finally let out a cold snort.
"satyr!"
After uttering that curse, she turned and left.
That silhouette, no matter how you look at it, carries a hint of sourness.
Watching Zhu Zhuqing disappear into the night, Lu Ming turned around and put his arm around A Yin's slender yet voluptuous waist.
"ah..."
Ah Yin let out a soft cry and slumped into Lu Ming's arms.
"Young Master..."
Her voice was soft, sweet, and cloying, as if it were about to drip water.
"Still calling me 'Young Master'?"
Lu Ming lowered his head and took a deep breath of the fragrance from that fair neck.
"What should we call you now?"
Ah Yin trembled, wrapped her arms around Lu Ming's neck, her eyelashes fluttered, and her breath was sweet as orchids.
"Husband...husband..."
That call was so powerful it could melt your bones.
Lu Ming laughed heartily, picked up Ah Yin in his arms, and strode towards his room.
"Let's go, madam."
"Let's explore the origin of life."
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Ten thousand words are omitted here.
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Much later.
The night was deep.
Inside the room, the clouds dispersed and the rain stopped.
Ah Yin, like a tired kitten, curled up in Lu Ming's arms and fell into a deep sleep.
She was too tired.
Even with the foundation of a 100,000-year-old soul beast and having consumed whale glue, he couldn't withstand Lu Ming's torment, which was like that of a savage behemoth.
Her exquisite face still bore the flush of her lingering ecstasy, and two teardrops clung to the corners of her eyes—the afterglow of ultimate pleasure.
Lu Ming leaned against the headboard, one arm around the beauty in his arms, feeling refreshed.
The whale glue from the Deep Sea Demon Whale King is indeed a good thing.
(End of chapter)