CHAPTER 152: Ning Rongrong Admits Defeat—From Now On, You Belong to Me!
"This little sister."
"What are you looking for?"
Ye Han stepped forward and stood in front of Ning Rongrong, asking.
"Huh?"
Ning Rongrong frowned and looked up when she saw someone blocking her way. When she saw the man in front of her clearly, she was stunned for a moment.
Ye Han was so handsome, he seemed to have walked out of a painting. The sunlight shone through the gaps in the leaves and sprinkled on his body. It added a bit of warmth to him, and his eyes flashed with an unruly playfulness.
"I... yes, I'm looking for Shrek Academy," Ning Rongrong answered, hesitating slightly. She couldn't help but wonder—who was this man in front of her, and why did he have such a unique temperament?
Ye Han smiled lightly, the corner of his mouth curling with a wicked arc.
"Oh? Looking for Shrek Academy? Then you finally asked the right person."
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up with joy.
"Could it be that you're a student of Shrek Academy?"
Ye Han shook his head, his smile deepening.
"I'm not, but I know the way there."
"How about it? Want me to take you there? But how will you thank me?"
At this point, his gaze turned unscrupulous, wandering over Ning Rongrong's seductive figure. His tone grew a bit frivolous.
Ning Rongrong felt his bold gaze and frowned slightly. Normally, she would be furious. But this man had a charm she couldn't explain—she couldn't get tired of looking at him. Instead, it aroused the playfulness of the little witch within her. She straightened her chest and smirked:
"How can I thank you? Looking at your eyes, do you want me? Of course~"
"But I'm afraid once you know who I am, not only will you not dare take me, you'll be scared to kneel down and beg for forgiveness!"
Ye Han laughed. She was the little princess of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect. Others might fear that—but not him. He couldn't help laughing aloud, a hint of arrogance in his tone, and a tempting challenge in his eyes:
"Your identity? Okay, then—do you dare to make a bet with me?"
"If I know your identity and still dare to want you, you'll let me do whatever I want!"
Ning Rongrong nodded without hesitation, her playfulness increasing.
"Okay! I just hope that when the time comes, you don't beg me for mercy!"
The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect was one of the three great sects of the continent—even the Spirit Hall wouldn't dare to provoke it. And she was the daughter of its leader. Even if the Pope herself came, she wouldn't dare lay a hand on her.
She was certain—once he knew, he'd kneel, apologize, and lick her boots like a dog.
"Then listen carefully!"
Ning Rongrong raised her chin proudly and declared:
"I am Ning Rongrong, daughter of the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect—one of the three great sects of the continent!"
She folded her arms and waited for Ye Han to react—shocked, humbled, and begging for forgiveness.
But… that reaction never came.
Ye Han's smile remained unchanged, and a teasing light flickered in his eyes.
"Oh? The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect? The daughter of the leader?"
"Is that supposed to be powerful? In my eyes, it's nothing special."
"You!!!"
Ning Rongrong was furious. But then she thought—maybe this was just some country bumpkin who didn't know better.
She was about to lecture him on the status of her sect, but Ye Han interrupted with a wicked grin:
"No need to explain. I know very well how prestigious the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is."
"It's just… with my status, I truly don't take it seriously."
"You… such arrogance!"
Ning Rongrong pointed at him angrily.
"Then tell me, who are you?! I don't believe anyone in the continent would dare say such a thing to me!"
Ye Han smiled and spoke slowly, his voice filled with unquestionable authority:
"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall—Ye Han!"
Ning Rongrong's expression instantly shifted—shock, disbelief, then laughter.
"You said you're the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Ye Han? Then I'm the Pope, Bibi Dong!"
"How could someone like that be in a place like this? What a joke!"
Ye Han wasn't surprised. He had expected this.
With a thought, he released his martial spirits: the Light Dragon King and the Dark Dragon King.
"Roar—!"
A thunderous roar erupted. Two colossal dragons appeared, each surrounded by a terrifying aura. Each had three black and three red spirit rings—immensely powerful.
"Ah!"
The sheer pressure made Ning Rongrong's legs go weak. Her face turned pale as she cried out:
"Twin… twin martial souls?! Level 80 Soul Douluo?!"
"Six ten-thousand-year soul rings! Six hundred-thousand-year soul rings!!"
And then, five radiant dragon souls emerged behind him.
Ning Rongrong's entire body trembled. Her lips parted in shock, her mind blank.
"Now do you believe me?"
Ye Han's smile was full of pride as he looked at her dazed expression.
Gulp—
Ning Rongrong swallowed hard, trying to suppress her inner panic.
"You… you really are the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Ye Han!"
"But… why are you here?!"
Ye Han didn't answer. Instead, he smiled wickedly.
"Does the bet still count?"
Ning Rongrong blinked, confused.
"What bet?"
Ye Han's smile turned playful. He gently pinched her chin and raised her face:
"You forgot already? Or are you pretending?"
"I said—if I knew your identity and still wanted you, you'd let me do whatever I want."
"Do you remember now?"
Ning Rongrong's cheeks flushed.
"I… of course I remember. Then… what do you want to do to me?"
Ye Han smiled, an evil glint in his eyes. He pulled her soft body into his arms and declared:
"From now on, you belong to me!"
"Ah?!"
Ning Rongrong was stunned, her body pressed against his.
A strange feeling quietly bloomed in her chest.
To be the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall's woman… didn't seem so bad.
Ye Han, seeing her frozen in shock, became bolder, his hands moving freely.
Ning Rongrong trembled violently. Her mind went blank.
She hadn't expected the Holy Son to be so aggressive.
She instinctively pressed a hand against his chest in resistance, but Ye Han whispered beside her ear:
"Why? You agreed to the bet. Don't tell me you want to back out now?"
Ning Rongrong's face turned crimson. She bit her lower lip and muttered softly:
"Who… who said I'm backing out? I just… you were too sudden. At least let's get to know each other for a few days first…"
Ye Han glanced at the nearby bushes. The corner of his mouth curled again as he whispered:
"My little Princess Rongrong, you said I could do whatever I want—so you don't get to say no."
And with that, he lifted her into his arms, carried her into the bushes, laid her down, and kissed her deeply.
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