Chapter 177: 177 Ning Zhaozhu, I Already Have a Son! (Please Vote for Monthly Tickets!)

Therefore.

Zhu Yaluan deliberately mentioned her late husband, wanting Ning Mu to find her undesirable.

Thereby resolving this unnecessary obligation.

Yet how could she know that, for Ning Mu, it was precisely this type of married woman that was most attractive.

Her husband dead, she had not remarried, nor had she harbored the slightest bit of romantic affection since.

The peach that has ripened in someone else's garden is always the sweetest.

And just as Zhu Yaluan knitted her brows.

Ning Mu gave a faint laugh.

His palm lingered and caressed up and down her smooth, fair, and pretty back.

It immediately sent a series of shivers through Zhu Yaluan's heart, yet she dared not resist too much, only waiting quietly for what he would say next.

"But have you thought about it? If I truly do not fancy you, then you, your son, and your stronghold—where will you go?"

Ning Mu raised an eyebrow.

Zhu Yaluan immediately fell into silence.

And in the moment she was lost in thought.

Ning Mu's hand was like a thief stealing into a house.

Eek! Suddenly feeling it beneath her silk gauze dress.

The added warm touch made Zhu Yaluan jump in fright, her body trembling violently.

Immediately.

She pressed down on Ning Mu's hand, her eyes revealing supplication and panic.

"Ning Zhaozhu, don't be like this... I, I already have a son!"

"If you count it up, you might even be younger than my son; this concubine truly has no mental preparation for this..."

As the words fell.

Zhu Yaluan forcibly pried Ning Mu's hand away.

And then she stood up with a swoosh.

Ning Mu grabbed the semi-transparent silk gauze dress draped over her body with a backhand motion.

Swish!

Instantly, the spring scenery was laid bare! "Ah..."

Zhu Yaluan was so startled she let out a shriek, subconsciously covering her chest.

But how could those petite, delicate hands cover those massive shores?

"Don't, don't look!"

Yet how could Ning Mu give her the chance? To not appreciate the scenery laid out before one's eyes—wouldn't that be failing the heavens? Those graceful curves.

Beneath the firm, full breasts, a flat belly like a plain.

The plump, elastic, and round, jade-like semi-moon arcs.

Long, straight legs.

Exquisite and well-proportioned jade feet.

Everything about her displayed the ultimate mature charm of this Stronghold Master of Yunxiao Stronghold.

Ning Mu couldn't help but think of a joke.

"Stronghold Master Zhu, let me tell you a joke."

???

Zhu Yaluan had black lines on her face, scanning Ning Mu with a completely bewildered look, then lowered her head and turned her body to the side, trying her best not to expose too much to Ning Mu's field of vision.

And Ning Mu, smiling, began to tell it.

"It is said that a group of women went to a bathhouse to bathe when suddenly there was an earthquake. They all ran out with nothing to cover themselves, covering their chests as they ran. At this moment, an old man on the side of the road said: 'Don't cover the bottom, it's all the same; cover your faces, that way no one will recognize who is who!'"

"The women heard this and felt it made great sense."

"So they all covered their faces, leaving only their eyes exposed, and ran frantically toward home."

At first, Zhu Yaluan listened seriously.

Wondering how a group of women could be so immodest as to go to a bathhouse to bathe—did they not have bath barrels at home? But then, she immediately realized.

Subconsciously, she followed the method of the old man in Ning Mu's story and hurriedly covered her face.

But immediately.

She realized something was wrong.

The group of women in the story were running outside because of an earthquake, so covering their faces was indeed the optimal move.

But she herself was currently indoors.

Aside from Ning Mu, there could not possibly be any other passersby watching.

For a moment.

Zhu Yaluan immediately understood she had fallen for Ning Mu's trick, and she immediately glared at Ning Mu with a coquettish scold, then returned to covering that place, so full and magnificent, which was impossible to hide.

But at this time.

Ning Mu also stood up immediately.

And then.

He directly pressed Zhu Yaluan onto the table.

"Ning Zhaozhu!"

"If you do this again, I am going to get angry!"

Zhu Yaluan was suddenly panicked beyond measure.

Her voice was even laced with pleading.

The hand she had been covering herself with subconsciously let go, bracing against the tabletop.

Feeling the powerful hand behind her, controlling her body.

Her heart was suddenly overcome with an unbearable, tingling numbness.

Within her pair of spirited, beautiful eyes, the surface of the lake once again transformed, harboring infinite amorous intent, with anxiety and shame skimming across it like a gentle breeze.

"Are you not afraid that I will be angry?"

Ning Mu sneered, paying no heed to Zhu Yaluan's struggle.

Suddenly.

Zhu Yaluan was seen abruptly unleashing her Cultivation Points, forcibly shaking Ning Mu away.

But it lasted only for an instant.

Ning Mu dissipated her surging power.

After all, the current Zhu Yaluan only had Zhou Tian Realm cultivation, and was firmly suppressed by him.

"Presumptuous!"

And just at this moment.

A clear shout suddenly came from outside the door.

Immediately following.

Zhu Yaluan's expression changed abruptly.

She felt a formidable force directed at her, piercing directly through the wooden wall, causing her to feel an extremely intense pressure.

In that instant.

She felt as if she could barely breathe.

It was as if a giant object weighing over ten thousand catties was pressing down on her, making her feel as if her liver and gallbladder were about to shatter.

Zhu Yaluan's expression changed violently.

She knew that this voice came from Liu Qingmei.

Liu Qingmei had been watching her from the shadows all along.

If she dared to have the slightest thought of overstepping, the True Person's thunderous rage would likely cause her to be destroyed, jade and stone alike! Her expression changed gradually; she turned around, her back against the edge of the table, and looked at Ning Mu with a pair of beautiful eyes filled with pleading, begging for mercy.

"Ugh! Ning Zhaozhu, I beg you, this humble one truly has not prepared herself yet. Mainly, you are the same age as my son, and whenever I think of this, I completely lose all interest..."

"Give this humble one some time to prepare."

"When that time comes, this humble one will serve Ning Zhaozhu properly, is that alright?"

Zhu Yaluan's expression was weak and sorrowful.

It was mainly because she was frightened by Liu Qingmei.

Furthermore, at this moment, she was so close to Ning Mu, and the light gauze on her body had long since been torn off by Ning Mu and tossed to the side.

To be so exposed to one another.

Her heart was already incomparably embarrassed and overwhelmed.

In this life, she had never been so exposed to any outsider.

Even her former husband, her late husband, had never witnessed every inch of her skin as Ning Mu was doing right now.

The birth of Wu Yuxiao had all been accomplished in the pitch black.

From this, one can imagine just how unbearable Zhu Yaluan felt in her heart at this moment! Ning Mu grinned.

He did not insist on having his way, but instead lifted Zhu Yaluan's smooth chin, forcing her delicate and pretty face to look directly at him.

As their gazes met.

Shame and helplessness inevitably flickered in Zhu Yaluan's eyes, and she had no choice but to let her focus drift, glancing elsewhere.

"Since that is the case, you must pay something, right?"

Ning Mu teased.

Zhu Yaluan's heart tightened, and she hurriedly said, "What does Ning Zhaozhu want this humble one to do?"

Ning Mu rolled his eyes and said, "Just dance!" A woman like Zhu Yaluan certainly danced very rarely, if ever.

A man's pleasure.

To drag a respectable woman into the mud, to persuade a prostitute to turn over a new leaf.

To have a high-ranking and powerful Stronghold Master dance for him—this kind of visual and psychological enjoyment was very satisfying.

"This humble one does not know how..."

Zhu Yaluan's expression was sheepish and incomparably awkward.

For so many years, she had spent every day either in fighting and killing or drinking and bragging with a group of old men; she had never done a single thing associated with women.

How could she, with her boisterous personality, be capable of such an elegant activity as dancing?

But just as she was about to refuse, she saw Ning Mu's unyielding gaze, and remembered what Liu Qingmei had said earlier, as well as that suffocating pressure.

She could not help but smile bitterly, nodded, and said, "Alright, this humble one will do her best. If I dance poorly, please do not laugh at me, Ning Zhaozhu~"

After speaking.

Zhu Yaluan covered her chest and thighs, wanting to pick up the light gauze on the ground to wrap herself before dancing.

But Ning Mu simply waved his hand.

A burst of energy blew the light gauze dress even further away.

Having just squatted down, Zhu Yaluan, whose buttocks appeared even more rounded, could not help but freeze, her outstretched hand stiffening in mid-air as she turned her head to stare at Ning Mu strangely.

"Dance just like that!" Ning Mu laughed heartily.

Zhu Yaluan could not help but feel bitter.

Feeling aggrieved in her heart, she pursed her lips, feeling unbearably embarrassed and ashamed.

But as long as she didn't go inside, since everything had already been seen, a moment more or less didn't matter.

Simply put, she no longer paid any mind to the light veil that had been blown away.

Instead, she let go of her hand.

That dangling object began to sway slightly with the momentum of the fall.

Immediately.

Zhu Yaluan's cheeks flushed red, her beautiful eyes filled with coyness and shyness, her lotus feet moved lightly, and like a blooming white lotus, she drifted to the center of the living room; with slender fingers, a graceful waist, and shapely long legs, accompanied by the boisterous wind outside the window, she began to dance on her own.

Although the dance was not particularly exquisite, because her body had excellent flexibility and she possessed the foundation of a Sitting Reflection Grandmaster, every movement was executed just right.

She simply followed the movements of the dancing girls she had once seen in her memory, adding her own understanding.

But even so, it was still a visual feast.

Of course.

More importantly, she was wearing not a stitch of clothing.

As she danced, that dangling object would tremble along with her, and her long, plump legs always carried an incomparably mature charm.

Ning Mu watched quietly, appreciating it.

He could not help but feel stirred by it.

Right then.

Before the alluring Zhu Yaluan had finished dancing.

Ning Mu put down his teacup and stood up to meet her.

At this moment, Zhu Yaluan was dancing in circles, one jade foot on tiptoe, the other plump, jade-like leg raised, one hand placed under her chin and the other held high above her head, each hand forming an orchid gesture.

Ning Mu directly grabbed her plump leg.

And then.

He pulled her entire body into his arms, resting his head on her shoulder, and inhaled the unique, heart-refreshing fragrance of her body.

"Mm~"

Zhu Yaluan was startled and immediately tensed up, her beautiful eyes filled with deep embarrassment and shyness.

"Didn't we agree it was just dancing?"

Zhu Yaluan blinked her eyes, a lingering shyness passing through her gaze.

Feeling the intense masculine scent rushing into her nose, Zhu Yaluan felt as if her face were burning; her whole body trembled uncontrollably, goosebumps rising and fading, her beautiful eyes flashing with waves of shame and helplessness, her heart feeling extremely conflicted.

To submit, or not to submit?

Zhu Yaluan could no longer suppress the palpitations in her heart and let out a soft moan.

"Don't move!"

"Yes, just like that."

Suddenly.

Ning Mu's magnetic voice, filled with a hint of deep satisfaction, rang in her ear.

It was filled with an unquestionable tone.

It made her subconsciously press her legs together, not daring to make any further movements.

As Ning Mu's words fell, Zhu Yaluan immediately felt as if a flame had risen.

It surged up from her thighs.

Her complexion changed slightly, delicate and flawless.

Her eyes lowered in shyness, mist gathering within them.

Biting her thin lips, she looked pitiful and on the verge of tears.

What else could she do! She could only let the man hold her.

In this shamefully outrageous way, she provided him with relaxation.

As long as it didn't go to that final step.

As long as he didn't go to Xiao'er's old home.

She would still be pure, and she would still be worthy of Xiao'er's father!

Zhu Yaluan thought to herself, deceiving herself.

At this time.

Ning Mu's sudden action made her expression freeze, and she immediately buried her head, ashamed to the extreme.

"Stronghold Master Zhu, look at you, and you said you weren't prepared?"

Zhu Yaluan opened her eyes.

Zhu Yaluan let out a soft cry and turned her head away.

She was exceptionally shy, but her body did not leave because of it.

The two stood quietly in the room.

At this moment, Zhu Yaluan.

Even though her whole body was leaning in Ning Mu's embrace.

She still found it hard to hold out!

That flame burned her soul, causing her body temperature to climb rapidly.

She gradually became lost in that sensation of pleasure.

Her eyes gradually grew hazy.

It was unknown how much time had passed.

Zhu Yaluan only felt that her legs, having stood for so long, had gone numb! Finally!

Her body suddenly went limp and collapsed.

She hung almost entirely onto Ning Mu, her beautiful face flushed red, just like a ripe peach.

A light pinch would be enough to make it drip with water; it was extremely alluring.

Especially.

Her naturally capable and spirited face.

After being stained with this unique, seductive charm, it became even more pitiable.

One could not help but want to pin her to the ground and play with her fiercely.

Zhu Yaluan was drenched in sweat, and her breathing was ragged and difficult.

It was as if she had just experienced a life-and-death duel with a vast disparity in strength, with layers of fine, fragrant sweat hanging upon her delicate, soft skin.

"Ning Zhaozhu... is, is it okay now?"

A moment later.

Zhu Yaluan panted slightly, her face charming, and she cast a glance at Ning Mu with glistening eyes.

Afterward, she lowered her head in unbearable shyness.

It was too shameful!

She never expected that she, a dignified Stronghold Master and the supreme Alliance Leader of the Three Mountains and Four Ridges.

Would one day end up like a woman of the red-light district.

And have Ning Zhaozhu, this playboy long immersed in the flowers, leave his seed behind directly.

She had never had such an experience in her life.

Even in the depths of her dreams at midnight, she had never imagined that such a method could exist.

She had always believed.

That between a man and a woman, there was only the way of heaven and earth, yin and yang, interlocking perfectly, with yang within yin.

Yet she did not know.

That it could be so lingering and affectionate...

(End of chapter)