Where is the righteous fairy we were promised?

Yang Wanyin's pretty face gradually burned, and she tried in vain to argue her point.

The image of her lifting her skirt with a humiliated expression, allowing Jiang Ning to bend down and penetrate her, flashed through her mind.

Yang Wanyin's fingertips trembled slightly as she finally realized the change in her mindset.

As if without realizing it, she had come to enjoy the experience of being forced and humiliated by Jiang Ning.

Yang Wanyin still remembers that at that time, her heart was filled with a subtle sense of pleasure.

It's as if some strange attribute has been awakened.

Yang Wanyin almost unconsciously did something that would make her feel extremely ashamed and indignant afterward.

She looked at Jiang Ning's suspicious eyes and his expression that clearly showed his disbelief.

An overwhelming sense of humiliation welled up in Yang Wanyin's heart.

"I already told you, I didn't seduce you!"

"No means no!"

"Believe it or not!"

Enraged, Yang Wanyin pushed Jiang Ning away, trying to hide her heart pounding with embarrassment.

Then, forcibly suppressing his trembling hands, he prepared to cast a spell to leave this place.

She could no longer face Jiang Ning.

Her proud heart wouldn't allow her to harbor such fantasies about this man.

Although she could no longer be arrogant when facing Jiang Ning...

"Are you planning to go back wearing this?"

Just as Yang Wanyin raised her hand to form a hand seal, Jiang Ning's voice reached her ears.

Upon hearing this, Yang Wanyin's body stiffened, and the gentle breeze that had just gathered beneath her feet immediately dissipated.

She subconsciously glanced down at herself.

A slightly disheveled bodice, a few wrinkles in the skirt, violently ripped stockings...

There was also a plain-colored little leather shoe that I don't know where it went.

Yang Wanyin's pretty face flushed red. She was about to cast a spell to quickly change back into her own clothes, but with Jiang Ning by her side, she was filled with conflicting emotions.

Jiang Ning sighed and reached back to pick up the small leather shoe that Yang Wanyin had flung off in her excitement.

Then he walked over slowly and squatted down in front of Yang Wanyin under her tense and wary gaze.

Jiang Ning held the shoe in one hand and stretched out the other, looking up at Yang Wanyin, and said in an annoyed tone:

"Stretch out your feet, and I'll put them on for you."

Yang Wanyin seemed completely unprepared for Jiang Ning's reaction.

Looking at Jiang Ning squatting on the ground, she felt a sudden softening in a certain part of her heart.

Yang Wanyin bit her lower lip lightly and shook her head somewhat reservedly.

"No...no need, I can do it myself..."

Jiang Ning frowned and rebuked:

"Hurry up, what are you dawdling for?!"

Upon hearing this, Yang Wanyin's delicate body trembled, and she quickly stretched out her bare foot, looking at him with a pitiful expression.

"He's so silly, standing against the wall, he could lose his shoes."

Jiang Ning held the soft, jade-like foot encased in stockings while complaining with a look of disgust.

But Yang Wanyin didn't feel humiliated at all; she only felt a little sore.

She was like a little girl who had made a mistake, letting Jiang Ning put her shoes on for her.

A complex mix of feelings—both aggrieved and touched—lingered in her heart.

Especially when he looked at Jiang Ning, who was putting shoes on for him...

Yang Wanyin felt a sudden urge to rely on him.

"All right."

Jiang Ning casually put Yang Wanyin's small feet back, not taking the opportunity to take advantage of her.

Despite the fact that the jade-like foot, encased in stockings, was small and cute in shape, and warm and soft to the touch, it was tempting to play with it.

But at this moment, Jiang Ning simply stood up with a helpless expression.

While straightening her disheveled clothes, he sighed in a lecturing tone:

"Yang Wanyin, you're not a little girl anymore."

Can't you act like a cultivator instead of always making a fuss?

"You're already at the Foundation Establishment stage, and you've lost your shoes? Aren't you ashamed?"

Yang Wanyin bit her lip, lowered her head slightly, and dared not look into Jiang Ning's eyes.

Even then, it was Jiang Ning who put her legs on his shoulders, lifting her up against the wall.

That's why, under such intense sensations, she accidentally threw her shoe off.

However, when faced with Jiang Ning's lesson, Yang Wanyin still felt a strange sense of guilt.

"sorry."

"Alright, I'll go out first. You can change your clothes first."

As Jiang Ning walked out, he said:

"Don't wander around after you change your clothes. I'll take you home later, okay?"

"remember."

Yang Wanyin watched his retreating figure and responded softly.

Once Jiang Ning's figure disappeared from the doorway, the stone door closed tightly once more.

Suddenly, the sound of tears falling to the ground echoed in the cultivation room.

"Tick."

"Tick."

"Tick."

Yang Wanyin wiped away the tears on her face, calming her complicated emotions, and muttered to herself that she was a coward.

"Yang Wanyin, why are you crying?"

"Isn't it just that man's fake concern?"

"What's so touching about that?"

"Cry? Still crying?"

"What a shame!"

Yang Wanyin cursed herself under her breath as she cast a spell to change her clothes.

After tidying up their appearance and attire.

Yang Wanyin looked at the closed stone door with a complicated expression.

Finally, she composed herself and murmured to herself as if making a vow:

"Jiang Ning, you won't be able to shake my resolve!"

"I would never fall in love with you..."

"no way!"

……

Outside the meditation room.

Suddenly, a system notification sounded in Jiang Ning's mind.

【ding dong——】

[Bound to the Chosen One: Yang Wanyin.]

[Current favorability: 10. 】

199-Lin Wanqing: "Steal my home? I won't let my home be stolen!"

When Jiang Ning and Yang Wanyin left the cave, it was already close to dusk.

As the sun gradually sets in the west, the evening glow is as beautiful as a poem or a painting.

The clouds floating high in the sky are like a vibrant oil painting.

Like fire and brocade, like a dream and an illusion.

The brilliant and magnificent colors made the sky exceptionally beautiful.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone down, illuminating Yang Wanyin's fiery red dress, which made her appear tall and alluring.

It was as if she was bathed in a blazing light.

Unfortunately, Jiang Ning didn't have a chance to appreciate the painting "Beauty in the Sunset" for long.

Yang Wanyin then said with a cold expression and a rather indifferent tone:

Jiang Ning, I hope you understand...

Don't think that just because you've taken advantage of me, we have some special relationship.

I will still hate you, and that will never change.

"I will pretend that what happened today never happened."

I don't need you to give me a ride.