Douluo: Unbeatable from Capturing a Goddess

"And although I, Qin Lan, am not some big shot, not even a martial artist, I have an accurate eye for people. You're definitely not the type of wastrel who would force others into uncomfortable situations. You're actually prouder than anyone, truly disdainful of such actions."

"Tch, boring."

Luo Yu shook his head, retracting his body.

"Heehee, you must think that a melon that's twisted off the vine isn't sweet, right?" Qin Lan revealed a sweet smile.

Although Luo Yu had pulled back, in her heart he had taken a big step forward, and she felt confident she hadn't misjudged him.

"But it quenches thirst," Luo Yu said, boldly sizing up the woman's sexy figure.

White blouse, black skirt, black stockings, high heels—Qin Lan's figure was undeniably good, filling out the professional attire impressively.

Men wanted to look, and Qin Lan straightforwardly let them look. Though her face blushed furiously, she didn't shrink away.

Beside them, Jia Lan's pout emerged unwittingly as she saw Luo Yu's gaze fixed on Qin Lan.

A sense of urgency grew within her.

Blurted out as if possessed:

"Actually... actually, my figure isn't inferior to Sister Lan's."

"What?"

Luo Yu turned his head and asked.

"No... nothing." Jia Lan shook her little head.

Her hair exuded a fresh fragrance mixed with a faint scent of alcohol.

The woman's flushed cheeks, petite nose, and moist lips glowed under the dim interior light of the car, revealing her alluring beauty.

The flawless white hollow of her collarbone was seductive, and the pink skirt, along with the flesh-colored stockings clinging to her tender thighs, radiated an irresistible charm.

Jia Lan looked at the man's slightly heated gaze.

She suddenly felt bewildered.

Yet, there was a small thrill.

Her heart was riddled with such contradictions.

She mustered the courage to whisper the boldest words in the softest voice.

"That..."

"Long, white, and slim."

"Wanna touch?"

Luo Yu shook his head against his will.

"No, I don't want to!"

"Ah?" Jia Lan was surprised and hummed in her heart—why are you getting serious now? Your eyes are practically drilling holes in me.

Luo Yu said, "As if I'd fall for your tricks."

"If I said I wanted to,"

"You'd go back on your word and accuse me of being a lecher, leaving me no way to refute."

Jia Lan shook her head.

"No."

"I'm serious!"

"It's not okay for others, but for Young Master Yu, I'm willing... really..."

Luo Yu smiled, "Then, I... reluctantly... touch it?"

Jia Lan puckered her lips in anger.

"Hmph!"

"You're deliberately teasing, aren't you."

"You can't touch it now."

As Jia Lan spoke, she moved her delicate body toward the edge of the seat.

Luo Yu, however, chuckled stealthily.

Focused on the road ahead, his hand unapologetically reached out.

And touched those slender legs.

Hissss—

That sensation!

Jia Lan shivered slightly, remaining silent, and the car fell quiet for a moment.

Qin Lan watched the scene in silence.

Unable to speak she was so astonished.

Damn it!

Why did she feel envious?

Qin Lan always had a bit of a germ phobia, not to mention any physical contact with men. Even places men had touched would be wiped clean repeatedly, and she'd outright discard some items.

Yet now, she found herself thinking indignantly, why should he touch Jia Lan and not her?

Her figure wasn't bad either.

Jia Lan caved the moment his hand covered hers; she completely melted, feeling as if her entire body had gone soft.

Gazing outside, her beautiful eyes shy.

"Young Master, Lulu is only twenty."

"Let me take on these things as your elder sister."

Having watched for so long, Qin Lan couldn't hold back any longer and mumbled in a feeble tone:

But she found that Luo Yu acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.

This made her inexplicably anxious.

She directly extended her hand to grasp the man's arm, rescuing Jia Lan from his clutches, and placed it on her own silky black-garbed leg.

Qin Lan declared firmly:

"If you're going to bully someone, bully me, don't bully my sister."

Luo Yu looked, bewildered, at Jia Lan's determined face and then down at his hand, which was now on the black stockings.

Damn it!

What is this woman doing...

Ah, this...

But this sensation...

Jia Lan leaned toward the slim side, while Qin Lan felt more voluptuous.

Each had their charms, but they shared a common trait: impeccable leg shape, long and white, a real rarity.

Qin Lan hung her head low.

"If someone must be sacrificed, then sacrifice me."

"She is only twenty years old, still a child, too young."

Jia Lan, who had been feeling shy and nervous, was experiencing a very subtle feeling.

And then her hand was abruptly taken.

There was no sense of relief or having shed a burden, just a feeling of loss.

She turned her head back to look at Qin Lan.

Twenty years old?

A child?

Sister Lan, do you realize what you're saying?

"Sister Lan, I really don't need your sacrifice."

"The younger sister can handle it."

Jia Lan said excitedly.

"No, you can't," Qin Lan said, shaking her head, her tone filled with righteous conviction.

Luo Yu, standing aside, seemed to understand.

"Alright!"

"No need to argue, it's not like I only have one hand."

Having said that.

Black stockings on the left, flesh-toned on the right.

It seemed arrangements were made.

"Ah!"

"Hooligan!!!"

Both women made a spitting sound, but none of them moved from their spot.

Nor were there any attempts to remove the devilish claw.

Luo Yu inwardly sighed.

Women—

are creatures who say one thing but mean another.

They say no with their lips, but their bodies are very honest.

"Rustling—"

"Bang bang bang!"

The car was filled with gentle rubbing sounds, and Qin Lan could even hear her own heartbeat.

Her current mood was very delicate.

There was shyness, happiness, nervousness, but not a trace of any negative emotions.

Didn't she always have a thing for cleanliness?

What's going on now?

"Strange, why haven't we reached home after so long?"

"Indeed, it shouldn't be like this."

Unable to bear the thumping of their hearts, Qin Lan and Jia Lan began to change the subject and chat, as if they had forgotten about the hands on their legs.

Curious, they glanced out the car window.

"..."

"This driving speed..."

With a deep voice, Qin Lan said, "Young Master Yu, at this rate, we sisters might not even reach home before dawn."

Luo Yu glanced over.

He then shouted to the front: "Hey!"

"Do you know how to drive?"

"What kind of speed is this!!!"

The bodyguard hurriedly swallowed his apology:

"I'm sorry, young master."

"I'm a bit dizzy and suffering from heatstroke today, so I didn't dare to drive too fast, afraid of an accident."

"I see."

Luo Yu nodded and shrugged at the two women to show his innocence.

It was the bodyguard's issue, not his.

"Feeling better now?" Luo Yu asked with concern.

"Much better, young master. Your question just now made me feel a lot better," the bodyguard said and gripped the steering wheel tighter, stepped on the gas, and the speed immediately picked up.

Luo Yu thought to himself.

This lad knows what he's doing.

For his initiative, tomorrow he'll be promoted and given a raise, just for the merit of stepping in with his left foot.

Eventually, he dropped the two women off at their respective homes. Qin Lan and Jia Lan, two great beauties, needed to work during the day. Before leaving, they tiptoed, their stockings and shoe soles forming an angle.

They kissed Luo Yu's cheek lightly with their red lips.

Then, without saying anything, they ran back to their houses.

Luo Yu returned to the Luo Family Mansion under the escort of the bodyguards, and as soon as he arrived home, the old master called him over.

"What's the matter, Grandpa?"

In the study, Luo Tiance stood by the window in black attire, gazing at the night scene outside.

And Luo Yu stood behind him.

"What's the matter?"

"You tell me what's the matter?"

Luo Yu said, "Nothing much, just encountered a few beasts outside and chopped them up as it seemed fitting. Grandpa, you're not upset with me, are you?"

Luo Tiance turned around, his face not showing any anger or dissatisfaction, instead, it was filled with pride and approval.

He walked over and patted Luo Yu on the shoulder.

"Well done."

"You've got the style of my younger years."

"Even if our family didn't have this power, there would be no hesitation to confront such scourges—such should be cut down when they are encountered."