Of course, Lin Dong had been a disciple of Dao Zong himself and knew where this place was. If he was out for fun, it would be a good place to visit. However, if he just wanted to have a meal, there was no need to travel so far. After all, Dao Zong's cafeteria was also excellent, certainly not inferior to the one in the city. This made Lin Dong a little puzzled.
Just as Lin Dong was feeling puzzled, a voice came from behind him.
"Let's go, Huanhuan, let's go to the city for a meal together."
Qing Ye was the first to exit the teleportation array and pointed to the city in the distance.
Ying Huanhuan's brow furrowed slightly. She clearly shared Lin Dong's thoughts, believing a meal didn't require traveling so far. However, she didn't say much and followed Qing Ye into the city.
Lin Dong, seeing this, followed him.
As the three of them approached the city, the road gradually became crowded with people: some traveling alone, some in caravans, and all sorts of other people.
As the crowds grew, Ying Huanhuan's pretty face flushed even more. Everyone passing by couldn't help but glance in her direction, making her feel both embarrassed and annoyed. Because the front of her skirt was too short, she could only blush and slightly pull it down to prevent any exposure. She couldn't control their gazes, and she couldn't just go on a killing spree and kill them all, could she? She couldn't kill them, and she couldn't hide either. Ying Huanhuan secretly annoyed that Lin Dong had made her come out dressed like that.
There was nothing that could be done about it. Ying Huanhuan was simply too attractive. Naturally beautiful, and with her carefully curated attire, how could anyone ignore her? Most importantly, it wasn't just any outfit; it revealed so much of her fair skin, and the length of her skirt left nothing to be desired. Honestly, any man interested in beauty couldn't help but stare.
However, those people were merely gawking. Everyone here knew this place was under the jurisdiction of Dao Zong, and this girl was clearly from there. While her somewhat sexy, even erotic, attire was incredibly alluring, and the faint glimpse of her lower body sparked lustful thoughts in every passerby, no one here would do anything suicidal. Furthermore, this woman was far more powerful than them. If they made a move, they would be the only ones in danger. So, they simply gazed at her with lustful eyes, feasting their eyes briefly and imagining a blood-curdling scene.
Compared to Ying Huanhuan's embarrassment and the passersby's fantasies, Qing Ye seemed a little different. When he first saw people looking at Ying Huanhuan, he felt a surge of pride. After all, they were looking at his woman, and it was a delight to have his woman attract so many people's attention. But as the number of people grew, and their gazes held a hint of lust, Qing Ye frowned slightly. Even as a grown man, he could understand their thoughts, and he felt a bit annoyed. He wished he could finish them off, but with Ying Huanhuan present, he couldn't do anything ungentlemanly, so he gave up.
Slowly, Qing Ye's inner dissatisfaction gradually changed. He saw those people casting obscene glances at his Huanhuan, especially when they looked at Ying Huanhuan's lower body which seemed to be exposed, he always felt a little strange. It was definitely not an unhappy feeling. Qing Ye didn't know how to describe it. Instead, he felt a little inexplicable. His heart seemed to be filled with a feeling of pleasure, like excitement, but it was not something that could be expressed by the simple word excitement. It made him very comfortable and indescribably happy.
At this moment, Qing Ye recalled the night he'd taken Ying Huanhuan's virginity. He and Ying Huanhuan had been role-playing, with Ying Huanhuan playing the role of a married man, while she was being toyed with by someone other than her husband. Qing Ye recalled Ying Huanhuan's lewd words that night, and he felt a strange surge of desire rising. Looking at the man next to him, who was looking back at him, Qing Ye no longer felt uncomfortable; he even felt a little excited. He felt those lewd glances like sparks, slowly igniting the strange, evil fire within him.
"What's this feeling? It's really strange, but it seems not so bad." Qing Ye looked at the man next to him, his eyes tingling with admiration. He then turned his gaze to Ying Huanhuan, who was blushing and holding her skirt with one hand. His eyes lit up even brighter. Ying Huanhuan, who had been dressed so sexy, now looked even more beautiful and alluring in her shyness.
Qing Ye glanced at Ying Huanhuan's skirt, then at her hands. The hand farther from him was holding the hem of her skirt, while the hand closer to him was swaying beside his palm. Seeing this, an idea occurred to him, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly. He reached out to the swaying hand beside him, as if to hold Ying Huanhuan's hand.
Ying Huanhuan was clearly concerned about not exposing herself, so Qing Ye's sudden reach gently grasped her hand. She glanced at Qing Ye, who was looking ahead, and her brows furrowed slightly. She had no intention of holding hands with Qing Ye, so she tugged at her hand, but it easily slipped free. This puzzled Ying Huanhuan. If Qing Ye wanted to hold her hand, shouldn't he have held it tighter, making it difficult for her to break free?
But Ying Huanhuan didn't think much of it. The hand that had broken free reached out in front of her and grasped the one holding her skirt down, now holding both hands together. She glanced at Qing Ye with a hint of disdain, thinking, "Hmph, you're the only one who still wants to hold my hand? I won't let you succeed!"
After failing to get Qing Ye to hold her hand, Ying Huanhuan stopped focusing on him. After all, Qing Ye was standing right beside her. Even if she exposed herself, he wouldn't be able to see, so there was no need to be wary of him. So she turned her attention to the people nearby, holding her skirt steady with her hand, and walked lightly to prevent any exposure.
Seeing Ying Huanhuan's movements, Qing Ye's smile curved even further. Ying Huanhuan's arm extended in front of him, creating a slight gap between them. Qing Ye inched closer, almost touching shoulders before stopping. Seeing Ying Huanhuan simply raise her head and roll her eyes at him, Qing Ye shifted his attention back to the people nearby. He then slowly extended his hand, moving closer to Ying Huanhuan's back. Originally only a few inches away, it took Qing Ye almost a minute to reach her, his fingers gently pinching the hem of her skirt.
Although Ying Huanhuan, focused on the people nearby, didn't notice, Lin Dong, who was following behind them, saw Qing Ye's movements. At first, he looked at Qing Ye in confusion, but then his expression became strange, as if he had encountered something truly surprising. Lin Dong looked at Qing Ye in surprise, then back at the hand gripping the hem of Ying Huanhuan's skirt. He had never expected Qing Ye to do something like this, and he couldn't help but wonder, "Why would Qing Ye do this? Could he also?" As if to confirm Lin Dong's inner thoughts, Qing Ye's movements hadn't finished. Two minutes later, after realizing Ying Huanhuan hadn't noticed, Qing Ye slowly raised the hand gripping the hem of Ying Huanhuan's skirt, this time even more slowly.
"As expected," Lin Dong thought as he saw Qing Ye raise his hand. His expression as he looked at Qing Ye became even more strange. After all, Qing Ye was doing this right next to Ying Huanhuan, completely invisible to him, and he also risked being discovered by Ying Huanhuan. Yet, he still did it, suggesting that while he didn't gain anything from this, he gained something else elsewhere.
This scene was not only seen by Lin Dong, but also by many other people who passed by Ying Huanhuan. Originally, they just wanted to take another look at the beautiful but unattainable girl, but they did not expect this scene. The girl obviously did not want to be exposed, but the man next to her who seemed to be her man secretly lifted up the hem of her skirt. This caught many people by surprise, but they certainly would not remind the girl on purpose. After all, they also wanted to see what kind of scenery was under the short skirt. Now someone could let them see more, they were more than happy to do so. How could they possibly remind her?
"Higher, higher!" The people who turned back stopped their steps, turned around, and followed the couple in front. At first, when Qing Ye raised her hand, they only saw a faint shadow as the girl moved. Soon, they could see a glimpse of something light pink. Although the light pink panties blended with Ying Huanhuan's skin, it would be impossible to see without careful observation. But now, with their eyes fixed on it, how could they not see it? They all swallowed their saliva.