"I refuse to go," Xiaowu shook her head repeatedly, communicating her refusal through voice transmission.
Jokingly, now that Luo Yu was enjoying himself on the stairs, it would only provoke antipathy if she barged in and interrupted at this time.
There was nothing to be gained.
"Then we can only stand here and listen," Bi Bidong said.
"If we have to listen, so be it. I've hidden under the bed more than once or twice back in Soul Land," Xiaowu reminisced about many past events, including the time her mother sneaked into her stockings to meet Luo Yu for a night-time rendezvous.
She became somewhat distracted.
Bi Bidong might talk the talk, but she showed no sign of opening the stairwell door and storming in, jealousy notwithstanding.
After all, a little jealousy in a woman can be beneficial, but excessive jealousy is nothing but tasteless and imprudent.
As the Female Pope, she clearly understood this principle.
Inside the staircase.
"Master Luo, let's head back. Let's not stay here," Jia Lan said, blushing and biting her red lips.
"No one will come. Rest assured, everything is under my control," Luo Yu paid constant attention to their surroundings, confident that no one was nearby.
"You're so bad!" Jia Lan chided with embarrassment.
Hearing the flirtation inside the stairwell, Bi Bidong finally lost her composure and couldn't take it anymore.
"Can you still bear to listen to this?" she asked.
"I'm heading back to my room."
Although Bi Bidong was irritated, she slipped away quietly, not wanting to disturb Luo Yu.
Xiaowu had actually become impatient long ago, no longer wanting to listen to this amorously charged atmosphere, but she was waiting, harboring her own plans.
However, the waiting time turned out to be far longer than she anticipated.
Bloodshot threads formed within her pink eyes.
After all, it had been too long since Luo Yu had favored her.
"Rustle, rustle."
With flushed cheeks, Jia Lan draped her brown coat back over her, concealing her attractive, sexy figure. Her beautiful legs also vanished from Luo Yu's sight, leaving the man slightly unfulfilled; after all, Jia Lan's figure was truly incomparable, and her shy demeanor was considered heavenly.
"Alright, I should go back now," Jia Lan stumbled, thankfully supported by Luo Yu's raised arm.
"Are you okay?" Luo Yu asked with concern.
Jia Lan gave him a reproachful glare, "It's all your fault. If I don't leave now, I might have to crawl back."
"Would Master Luo like to visit my place?" she asked.
Luo Yu shook his head, "That's too risky."
Jia Lan bit her lip, "Actually, it doesn't matter if someone finds out. Sister Qin Lan won't care about us being together, as you know. In today's world, it's normal for a strong person to have several companions. After all, passing on excellent genes helps humanity increase its resistance against ferocious beasts and external gods."
"I'm just a bit embarrassed," Luo Yu laughed.
"You, embarrassed?" Jia Lan chided playfully. "I don't believe you wouldn't want to 'devour' Sister Lan too."
"Sister Lan's figure is even better than mine."
Luo Yu's expression grew strange, as he, at the time, could still resist temptation, "You sound like you're here to promote Qin Lan."
Jia Lan sighed, "Sister Lan has always taken good care of me, just like my own sister. Of course, I want her to be happy."
"You two really share a deep bond..." Luo Yu didn't know what to say for a moment. After all, there were only benefits and no drawbacks to this situation for him. How could he possibly refuse?
"Are you sure Qin Lan isn't repulsed by the fact that we're already together?"
"Yes, yes," Jia Lan nodded, then revealed a sly smile: "See? You're still tempted. After all, men are all the same."
"What can I say when you've said it all?" Luo Yu shrugged helplessly.
"Okay then," Jia Lan hugged his arm affectionately, teasing, "Sister Lan's figure is actually even hotter, you know. She has the perfect temperament for black stockings. Honestly, I can't quite pull it off."
Luo Yu's lips curled into a smile as he glanced at the silk stockings barely clinging to Jia Lan's legs, "You have your own charm."
"Eh..." Jia Lan looked both pleased and annoyed, staring down at her toes, obviously not as thick-skinned as Luo Yu.
"I should go now."
"One kiss before you go," Luo Yu pointed at his cheek.
"No," Jia Lan shook her head and walked toward the door. But just two steps out, she quickly turned back and pecked his cheek with her sweet cherry lips.
Then she walked away.
"That girl," Luo Yu smiled softly, his eyes tender.
He quickly ascended towards the rooftop, retracing the way he came, ready to leave the hotel.
But just as he stepped out of the stairwell and onto the rooftop, he was taken aback.
A graceful figure had been waiting for a long time.
Long, shapely legs encased in thin silver stockings and crystal high heels, with a long ponytail and tired pink eyes, the figure stared at the direction he came from.
"Xiaowu?"
Luo Yu was startled, not understanding why the young beauty was there unexpectedly.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time, dear savior," Xiaowu spoke with a light smile.
But to Luo Yu, behind that sweet smile seemed to lurk an intense "murderous intent," or was it just his imagination?
"Waiting for me?" Luo Yu was shocked, puzzled as to how his stealthily executed actions were discovered when he was sure no one was around.
"Yes, dear savior. You were busy in the stairwell just now, and I didn't dare to disturb you," Xiaowu said softly in the moonlight.
Luo Yu's scalp tingled.
What was happening!
How could Xiaowu have discovered what he and Jia Lan had done in the stairwell, when he had been sure no one else was there?