School Beauty's Personal Martial Expert-Chapter 652: A storm is nearing, and the wind pervades the tower.

Watching Li Mengjie go upstairs, Leng Xuan couldn’t help but shake his head with a wry smile. It was still the same matter, but the nature had completely changed. Initially, she was the one asking for his help, but in the end, it turned out he was the one who owed her. That girl really knew how to turn the situation upside down.

He sighed, stepped out of the villa, inspected the security measures outside, and after giving a few instructions to Cheng Guodong, returned to his room to begin his seated cultivation.

At this moment, on the second floor of the villa, Li Mengjie was lying on the □□, constantly disturbing the nearby Ling Xuejiu, making it difficult for her to sleep peacefully. Meanwhile, she kept on saying, "Xue Jiu, you really shouldn’t believe the Cold Bodyguard’s words. Am I the kind of person who lacks reserve?"

With her back turned, Ling Xuejiu responded irritably, "What does your being reserved or not have to do with me? Stop bothering me. I want to sleep. I still have class tomorrow."

Seeing that Ling Xuejiu wouldn’t engage with her, Li Mengjie’s eyes sparkled, and she immediately stretched her hand under the covers, reaching towards Ling Xuejiu. She quickly touched something soft and then grabbed it firmly. Ling Xuejiu immediately let out a cry, sat up abruptly, and clasped her chest tightly, her face turning red as she said, "You little wretch, courting death! How dare you grab someone there."

Li Mengjie said with a mischievous grin, "Xue Jiu, you’ve gotten bigger again, huh? I really don’t know how you develop. Why aren’t mine as big as yours? Technically, we eat and sleep together; our situations should be the same! I’ve heard that if a woman’s breasts are frequently kneaded by a man, they will become very big. Could it be that you..."

"You little pest, shut up!" Ling Xuejiu snapped with embarrassment. "If you dare to spout nonsense again, I will definitely kick you out."

"Ouch!" Li Mengjie pursed her lips and said, "I was just wondering if you’ve been massaging them every day, no need for such a big reaction." As she spoke, she moved closer to Ling Xuejiu with a smile and said, "Xue Jiu, tell me the truth, are you feeling sour, jealous even, because you’ve seen how close I am with the Cold Bodyguard?"

"Why should I feel sour, why should I be jealous?" Ling Xuejiu glared back. "He’s not someone to me that I should feel that way."

Li Mengjie responded with a playful chuckle, tilting her head, "Mmm~! Xue Jiu, you say you’re not jealous, but listen to how sour you sound. Tomorrow morning when we have noodles, you can even save on the vinegar."

"You little devil, you keep on talking, let’s see how I deal with you." Saying so, Ling Xuejiu lunged forward, pinning Li Mengjie to the □□, unleashing her special Finger-Flicking Technique. Li Mengjie fought back spiritedly, now pulling on clothes, now attacking the chest. The two of them giggled and laughed, soon becoming a tangled mess, where they could say all sorts of suggestive things.

For a moment, the bedroom was brimming with the joys of spring.

By late night, Miss Ling and Li Mengjie were already deep in sleep, and the guards outside had started to rotate for their breaks. However, at this time, Leng Xuan opened his eyes from meditation. Taking a deep breath, he rose from the □□, changed into a pure black outfit, and then opened the window of his room.

Glancing outside, Leng Xuan leapt out suddenly, using the momentum to glide through the air for a distance before landing. At this point, he was beyond the range of the bodyguards’ surveillance.

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