Full-Time Magister: The Jade Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil Captures Apas

Chapter 91 The Delicate Little Orchid, Taking the Initiative

(PS: The fact that the Flame Witch Jiang Feng can speak human language is a minor secondary setting. I'm too lazy to use the telepathic ability every time, but I'll give her a boost later.)

Inside the living room.

The air was filled with the aroma of cooking by the young chef Liu Xian, and the clatter of pots and pans created a unique rhythm.

Besides, only Song Zhong and Mu Nujiao, who were sitting on the sofa, were preoccupied with their own thoughts.

After much internal struggle, Mu Nujiao finally took the first difficult step, mustering her courage to say:

"Master, you seem to be attracting a lot of romantic attention lately. Besides Ning Xue, Xin Xia, and Ting Ting, how many other girlfriends do you have?"

The moment those words, brimming with resentment, were spoken, the atmosphere on the field became strange.

"Jiaojiao, why do I smell vinegar?"

Song Zhong looked at Mu Nujiao, who was dressed in a pink yoga outfit and had a curvaceous figure, and teased her.

Although there were more and more women in the villa, Song Zhong only managed to get his hands on two of them: Apas and Ye Xinxia.

A blush crept onto Mu Nujiao's cheeks. She clutched the hem of her dress nervously, then lowered her head shyly and said:

"Master, you're making fun of me again."

Mu Nujiao's voice was soft and clear, as low as a mosquito's hum, but the grievance and resentment in her tone gradually wafted over.

Upon seeing this, Song Zhong's heart softened.

He stood up from the sofa, walked to her side, and gently stroked Mu Nujiao, who looked like a frightened fawn, with his large hand, and said:

"Jiaojiao, why would you think that? I know exactly how you feel."

It's no wonder Mu Nujiao had wild thoughts. First, there was Bai Tingting's night raid on Song Zhong, and then there was the appearance of Zi Yan, the dragon princess.

Add to that the equally stunning Mu Ningxue, and any normal girl would feel immense pressure.

Mu Nujiao parted her pink lips slightly, a hint of surprise and anticipation flashing in her beautiful eyes. She stared intently at Song Zhong, as if confirming the truth of his words.

"But, Master, so many outstanding women have suddenly appeared around you, I..."

Mu Nujiao's virtuous voice carried a hint of hesitation; Zi Yan and Mu Ningxue both surpassed her in both strength and appearance.

Song Zhong sighed slightly; it was time to throw in some bombshells.

Taking a step closer, Song Zhong gently lifted Mu Nujiao's smooth chin, revealing her alluring pink lips.

Under Mu Nujiao's slightly shy gaze, Song Zhong slowly pressed his lips to the pink lips of the goddess in his arms.

The sweet fragrance, like that of orchids, goes straight to the soul, nourishing silently.

Mu Nujiao closed her beautiful eyes shyly, but her trembling eyebrows revealed her inner excitement.

Gradually, Mu Nujiao stretched out her pair of fair and delicate arms, as white as snow, and wrapped them around Song Zhong's neck, their movements intimate and seamless.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

"Jiaojiao, you are the most special person in my heart, do you know that now?"

Song Zhong put his arm around Mu Nu's fair and delicate shoulder, his tone filled with doting affection as he spoke earnestly.

Mu Nujiao's breathing suddenly became rapid, and tears gradually welled up in her beautiful eyes as she looked at Song Zhong.

"Master, I..."

Mu Nujiao nodded with a blush on her face, leaning against Song Zhong's broad chest, looking somewhat at ease.

Just as Song Zhong was about to continue offering words of comfort, a cheerful voice came from the edge of the kitchen:

"Professor Song, the food is ready."

Liu Xian's intellectual voice came from inside the living room. She peeked into the living room and saw the two of them embracing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't see anything. Please continue."

Liu Xian seemed somewhat at a loss, just like an ordinary employee who had accidentally stumbled upon her boss and secretary having an affair.

The strange analogy popped into Song Zhong's mind, and he quickly shook his head to dispel it.

"Jiaojiao, eat first. I have something to tell you later."

Song Zhong coughed lightly, released Mu Nujiao, who looked like she was about to die, and whispered in her ear.

"Yes, Master."

Mu Nujiao wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground, but Liu Xian had already wisely shrunk back and started serving the food.

Seeing Mu Nujiao sitting at the dining table looking somewhat anxious, Song Zhong turned and walked towards the stairwell, speaking loudly:

"Ziyan, bring Aunt Jiang and Chenying down for dinner."

A door to a room on the third floor slowly opened, and Zi Yan's playful voice came through:

"Okay, you womanizing radish."

Then, Zi Yan led two women down the aisle: Jiang Feng, the Flame Witch who had extinguished her flames and was wearing a bright red cheongsam, and Chen Ying, who was wearing a blue round-neck T-shirt.

The women took their seats one after another, and Song Zhong, displaying the demeanor of the head of the family, chatted with them while eating.

"Aunt Jiang, you and Chenying should focus on recovering your strength and cultivating your abilities during this time."

Song Zhong looked at Jiang Feng and Chen Ying and said in a deep voice.

After a pause, Song Zhong added:

"I have a celestial treasure comparable to a soul-level artifact—the Azure Lotus Platform. Aunt Jiang, you and Chenying can both use it."

With a flick of his finger, a palm-sized cyan stream of light appeared in the living room.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Flowers bloom in midsummer, and blue lotuses sway in the breeze.

The eight-petaled blue-green lotus base is as flawless as jade, crystal clear and irresistible.

It floats quietly two feet off the ground in the living room, radiating a warm aura.

Song Zhong's current cultivation level is already at the peak of the fire element, so the cyan lotus platform is no longer very useful to him.

Song Zhong usually gave it to his female confidantes to use as a cultivation accelerator in turn.

"Thank you, Ah Song. Thank you, Brother Song." ×2

Jiang Feng and Chen Ying were overjoyed and thanked her profusely.

Then, Song Zhong gave some instructions and made various arrangements, thus ending the belated lunch.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, the young cook, Liu Xian, took the initiative to clear away the dishes.

Jiang Feng and Chen Ying followed Zi Yan, the dragon princess, out to buy some daily necessities.

Only a handful of people remained inside the huge villa.

Song Zhong looked at Mu Nujiao, whose beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness and affection, coughed lightly, and asked:

"Jiaojiao, how's your cultivation progress lately?"

Although he could give Mu Nujiao extra tutoring, he still had to check on her cultivation level from time to time.

"Wind type is at advanced level 2, and plant type is about to break through to advanced level 2 as well."

Mu Nujiao sat gracefully on the sofa, her elegant curves extremely captivating.

"Your cultivation level is good. I still have a National Government vote in my hand, so I'll give it to you, Jiaojiao."

Song Zhong's words delighted Mu Nujiao, her beautiful eyes filled with disbelief.

"Master, is it true?"

"Of course it's true. There are ten nomination rights within Pearl Academy. You can register first, and I'll help you resolve it in a while."

Song Zhong thought for a moment. The catastrophe in the ancient capital had not yet begun. He decided to let Mu Nujiao be listed first.

"Thank you, Master, mua~~"

Mu Nujiao offered him a kiss, which Song Zhong naturally accepted without hesitation.

After some intimate moments, Song Zhong, carrying the blushing Mu Nujiao, slipped into the room.

"Master, let Jiaojiao come."

Song Zhong collapsed, completely bewildered, while Mu Nujiao gained the upper hand in the attack, and the two gradually became incredibly close.

A resolute glint flashed between Mu Nujiao's delicate brows; no one could take her master away from her.

Strike first and you'll have the upper hand; strike later and you'll suffer the consequences.

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