The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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This thought made her unable to sit still any longer.

"Young Master Wang, it's late, I... I should go back now."

She stood up somewhat flusteredly, her voice trembling slightly.

But just as she stood up, the footsteps that had been faint suddenly became clear and loud!

Clearly, the person had already arrived at the door!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A rapid and forceful knocking sound rang out, making the entire door tremble slightly.

Ning Zhongze's face turned so red it was almost bleeding.

Her heart was pounding wildly, as if it were about to jump out of her throat.

Finished!

She glanced instinctively at the windows around her, her mind blank, her only thought being to find a place to hide as quickly as possible.

They were preparing to break through the window and escape.

Just then, a warm and strong hand suddenly grabbed her cold and slightly trembling wrist.

It's Wang Meng.

He remained seated, his face showing no sign of panic, simply looking at her calmly.

Then, with his other hand, he pointed to the round table in front of him, which was covered with a thick tablecloth.

"Heroine Ning!"

His voice was low but unusually steady: "Judging from this noise, it shouldn't be Qingluo."

Or... could you please hide for a moment?

"Come out after I've dealt with the messenger."

Ning Zhongze's mind had completely stopped thinking.

She looked into Wang Meng's deep and trustworthy eyes, then at the table large enough to hide her entire body. After hesitating for a moment, driven by shame and panic, she finally nodded heavily, her face flushed.

The next second, she lifted the hem of her long dress and, under Wang Meng's gaze, almost disheveled and swiftly disappeared into the darkness that temporarily isolated her from the outside world.

Wang Meng did not stand up immediately.

He merely turned his head slightly, his gaze falling on the door that was being knocked on loudly, and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

These repeated disturbances caused the anger that had just been suppressed in his heart to begin to rise again.

At this moment, Ning Zhongze, hidden under the tablecloth, was experiencing an unprecedented and extreme sense of shame and sensory shock.

The heavy tablecloth completely enveloped her, blocking out outside light and sound, but also imprisoning her in a small, stuffy, and private space filled with Wang Meng's aura.

Her cheek was almost touching Wang Meng's calf.

Through the thin fabric of his pants, she could clearly feel the astonishing heat emanating from his legs, as well as the contours of his firm muscles.

Even more deadly was that the intensely rich masculine aura, unique to adult men, overwhelmed her from all directions like a tidal wave.

It wasn't just the smell of sweat; it was a familiar, more complex, more primal, and more... aggressive odor.

It was mixed with the slight warmth emanating from his body after eating, and the unique scent of his slightly rough skin. (Although Ning Zhongze didn't know the specific details, she could instinctively sense the lingering languor and satisfaction of lovemaking on his body, a scent unique to men, with a touch of wildness and musk, a strong hormonal scent.)

This aura was extremely domineering and pervasive.

It entered her nasal cavity, stimulating her olfactory nerves, and then, like a fire, instantly burned her entire body.

Ning Zhongze felt as if her cheeks were so hot they could fry an egg.

Her breathing became rapid and erratic, each inhale seeming as an active absorption of that masculine scent that both shamed and inexplicably aroused her.

She could even feel a strange, burning heat rising again deep in her lower abdomen, making her feel weak all over.

It was a fatal attraction of the opposite sex that made her want to escape, yet she was instinctively and uncontrollably drawn to it.

Only when the chair made a slight creak and Wang Meng stood up did the oppressive masculine aura surrounding her thin out a little, and Ning Zhongze breathed a sigh of relief, like a drowning person finally taking their first breath of fresh air.

Wang Meng walked to the door and opened it directly.

Standing outside the door was a young master dressed in fine clothes.

The moment Wang Meng saw who it was, his pupils contracted almost imperceptibly. It was that guy... whose fatal weakness was in the soles of his feet!

She was dressed as a man again today, wearing an expensive, gorgeous silk robe embroidered with intricate patterns in gold thread, a crown inlaid with beautiful jade on her head, and a flamboyant ivory folding fan in her hand.

However, if her male attire last time could be considered dashing, then today... it seems somewhat incongruous, even comical.

The problem lies in her chest area.

As if to regain the face she had lost when Wang Meng mocked her for "having nothing" last time, she not only didn't bind her chest today, but it's unclear whether she even deliberately added something underneath.

Those two large, soft mounds, brimming with feminine characteristics, pushed up the robe that should have been flat and form-fitting, creating an exaggerated, bulging, and strikingly prominent curve that seemed incongruous with her thin shoulders and slender waist.

With each breath she took, the enormous thing that was forcibly bound beneath the gorgeous silk robe continued to rise and fall slightly.

The phoenix pattern embroidered with gold thread, which should have been majestic and magnificent, was now stretched and severely deformed. The two phoenix heads were imprinted on the top, swaying with her movements, creating a strong, absurd yet alluring visual impact.

This outfit made her look like an awkward girl who had stolen an adult's clothes but didn't know how to cover up her body's secrets.

The feigned heroic spirit and dashing demeanor, combined with the surging waves that could not be concealed and were about to burst through the clothes, created a strong and contrasting beauty.

"Young Master Wang, you haven't rested yet, have you?"

A smug, defiant smile played on her lips, as if she were asking him with her eyes, "How about it?"

Do you see clearly this time?

Behind her, the androgynous bodyguard still followed, but the burly man was nowhere to be seen.

And in her hands, she was also holding a tray.

However, unlike Ning Zhongze's light and elegant porridge and side dishes, the tray in her hand contained two extremely greasy and heavy dishes full of rich Northwest flavor—a large bowl of steaming hot "water basin mutton" topped with a thick layer of mutton fat, and several golden "fire crystal persimmon cakes" that exuded a sweet and greasy aroma.

Wang Meng originally intended to politely send her away at the door, but to his surprise, this girl didn't give him a chance to speak at all. She slipped in like an eel, moving to the side.

The effeminate-looking man behind her also wanted to step in, but she clicked her tongue impatiently, and he immediately stopped obediently, bowed, and withdrew.

Not only did he leave, but he also went straight down the stairs, like a most loyal door god guarding the outside of the small building.

As soon as the woman entered the room, her beautiful, defiant eyes quickly scanned the room like a female animal surveying her territory.

When her gaze fell on the round table with empty bowls and fish bones, her previously smug smile instantly turned cold.

"Ah!"

She sneered, her voice filled with undisguised mockery and displeasure, "I was so kind as to bring you all this food, but I didn't expect... someone else had already gotten there first."

Her gaze swept back and forth between the bowl of porridge with only a few scraps left and the completely eaten bass, her eyes sharp as knives, as if trying to discern some clue from the leftovers.

Finally, she shook her head dismissively, curled her lips, and revealed a contemptuous smile: "But that's all there is to it, just plain water. It's only good enough to fool those ignorant commoners who have never seen the world. It won't fill their stomachs at all."

Having said that, she, like a proud hostess, handed over the heavy tray in her hands.

"Bang!"

With a thud, it was placed heavily on the other side of the table, causing the small dishes left by Ning Zhongze to bounce.

With her movements, the rich, aggressive smell of mutton and the sweet aroma of persimmons instantly filled the entire room, completely overwhelming the delicate fragrance of fish porridge left by Ning Zhongze.

"Try it!"

She raised her chin and said in an almost commanding tone, "This isn't one of those mass-produced items you find outside."

The broth for my bowl of mutton soup is a rich stock made by simmering thirty-six kinds of precious medicinal herbs, along with the ginseng rootlets of a century-old ginseng, over a low flame for twelve hours.

The mutton used is the hind leg meat of a unique black goat species found in Guanzhong, which grows on licorice and alfalfa. The meat is tender yet completely free of any gamey taste, and is highly nourishing for the blood and qi.

She then pointed to the several golden-yellow persimmon cakes that looked extremely sweet.

"And this fire crystal persimmon cake."

The persimmon paste inside is mixed with dew from the snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain, and the pastry is also kneaded with ground placenta powder.

An ordinary person who eats one will be full of energy and vigor all night.

"You're feeling weak right now, eating this will help replenish your deficient constitution."

She spoke casually, as if these rare medicinal herbs, which would cause countless people to fight over them, were nothing more than ordinary seasonings in her eyes.

As she spoke, she very naturally pushed the bowl of mutton soup in front of Wang Meng, and then unceremoniously plopped down in the chair that Wang Meng had just sat in.

Immediately afterwards, she made a move that left Wang Meng speechless.

She bent down and, with practiced ease, untied the straps of her exquisitely crafted and valuable cloud-patterned brocade boots.

"You Song people are good in every way!"

As she took off her shoes, she stretched in an extremely ungraceful manner, complaining incessantly, "These shoes are just so cumbersome!"

My feet were wrapped up so tightly that not even a single toe could show; it was suffocating me!

As she finished speaking, she casually kicked the pair of brocade boots aside.

She removed her white stockings, revealing her delicate, almost glowing feet to the light. Those feet were simply breathtaking.

Their feet are so beautiful they seem otherworldly.

Its skin is as delicate as the finest mutton fat jade, and under the light it gleams with a soft, warm, creamy luster, without the slightest blemish.

Her feet were delicate and beautiful, with a rounded curve on the instep that formed an exquisite arc that extended all the way to her five round and lovely toes, like pearls.

Each toenail was neatly trimmed, gleaming with a healthy, soft pink sheen.

As these feet appeared in the air, there was no sweaty or sour smell as one might expect. Instead, there was a peculiar, faint milky fragrance, as if... the owner of these feet had been soaking them in the purest, freshest milk all year round.

The milky aroma, mixed with her natural, orchid-like fragrance and the overpowering aroma of the mutton soup, created an extremely strange yet irresistible combination of scents that made you want to take a deep breath, a scent brimming with appetite.

After taking off her shoes and socks, she seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and comfortably placed her small, delicate feet, which smelled of milk, directly on the cool carpeted floor. Her five pearl-like toes even curled up comfortably and playfully.

Then, she used such an extremely indecent, yet breathtakingly seductive pose.

She raised her head and looked at Wang Meng again, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a cunning and smug light, like a little fox.

Chapter 44: Three women make a drama!