Ning Rongrong's graceful figure pounced directly at him, her beautiful legs sheathed in lace fairy stockings flailing.
Beauty at its ultimate, sexy, and shapely.
"???"
Luo Yu's eyes widened. Were they not even trying to hide it now?
He hadn't expected the beautiful girl with the big Kazilan eyes to be so enthusiastic, hurling herself at him like that.
He immediately dodged to the side.
Ning Rongrong lunged at nothing, her beautiful legs crossed, nearly falling but still managing to stabilize her figure.
Turning back, she pouted with crimson lips, her expression full of quiet resentment.
"So stingy to death."
"What's wrong with letting someone hug you for a bit?"
Luo Yu scratched his head.
That look in her eyes... why did it resemble that of a deeply wronged wife, neglected by her husband for decades? Too scary.
"That girl, are we that familiar?" Luo Yu asked cautiously, not coming across as cold.
He had realized long before that his relationship with this group of women was probably not as simple as he had imagined.
"That familiar?" Ning Rongrong, who hadn't been able to hug the husband she yearned for day and night, responded in a huffy tone, "We're thoroughly familiar, okay?"
She really wanted to say that their relationship was as profound as the legendary friendship of Guan and Bao, but she still didn't speak those words out loud.
Luo Yu sighed.
He felt that she wasn't lying, nor did she have any reason to lie.
With such a charming and stunning beauty, who wouldn't want her? Was there any point in her proactively throwing herself at him, to fawn like a sycophant?
Not really.
Luo Yu pointed to his head: "I feel like I might have lost some very important memories, but I don't know which ones I've lost."
"If we had a good relationship before, could you tell me about it?"
"This…"
Ning Rongrong fell silent. Of course, she wanted to tell him everything.
But she needed to keep her promise to the Venerable Sovereign.
And talking about it now would be pointless anyway. As long as Brother Yu's seal wasn't undone, the memories of past affections couldn't return.
Ning Rongrong glanced at the A'yin Sisters and tried to excuse herself: "Well... I don't know, you should ask them."
Luo Yu was speechless. Could you be any more dismissive, not even bothering to pretend ignorance with any conviction?
Seeing Luo Yu turning to look at them, the A'yin Sisters felt even more speechless, rolling their eyes. Ning Rongrong, you speak carelessly, and then you divert the flame towards us?
A'yin stood up, her beautiful legs encased in silk stockings perfectly straight. Her voluptuous, curvy figure was covered by a cheongsam, conveying an intellectual charm combined with a subtle yet sensual allure.
Seeing this made Luo Yu feel a bit flustered.
A gentle female voice sounded, and A'yin extended her bare hand: "Let's get acquainted, my name is A'yin."
"There's a lot of things we'd like to tell you, but it's not that we don't want to. We've made a promise to a senior that we can't break, but you'll know in the future," she said.
Luo Yu was at a loss for words.
He previously felt pity for Zhen Fu'er and Dajiuer, who had lost their memories of the past and thought it was quite sad.
It turned out he was in the same boat.
Luo Yu extended his hand to A'yin and, in a gentlemanly fashion, intended to grasp only her fingertips as a sign of respect.
However, A'yin leaned forward and firmly grasped his entire hand.
Her soft, delicate hand provided a cool touch, smooth as silk, very comfortable to hold.
Luo Yu didn't take advantage of the situation and tried to withdraw his hand politely, but he couldn't pull away.
A'yin's beautiful eyes were gazing at him dreamily.
As if she were reminiscing about the past.
But she soon snapped back to reality, releasing his hand with an apologetic, "Sorry, I was distracted just now."
"It's okay."
Luo Yu shook his head, the sorrowful look in the woman's eyes suddenly giving him an inexplicable pang of pain.
He queried, "Miss A'yin, is that senior you mentioned someone who rides a green ox perhaps?"
A'yin hesitated for a moment.
"I guess I can say that much," Luo Yu added.
Eventually, A'yin nodded: "You guessed correctly; indeed, he is a senior who rides a green ox."
Luo Yu suddenly realized.
Indeed, being chosen as the successor to the Deities of Great Xia was no mere coincidence; many events revealed the shadow of the deities' arrangements.
However, from the clues found so far, it seems the gods bore no ill will.
Clearly, they wished to nurture a truly remarkable individual for Great Xia.
And he was the one endowed with this great expectation.
Luo Yu furrowed his brows, pondering for a long time, then a spark of inspiration flashed through his mind, "Were all of you my girlfriends in a previous life?"
The hearts of the A'yin Sisters trembled.
They felt that the man's recovery of his memory seemed increasingly imminent.
The young girl wearing fairy-patterned lace stockings clung to Luo Yu's arm this time, and Luo Yu couldn't evade in time.
"Hee."
"Caught you."
"Don't ask us too much about it, but you definitely don't have a past life."
"Past and present lives are two different people, and you've always been you, never changed."
Ning Rongrong silently mused that his appearance hadn't changed, his personality remained the same, and only his memories were sealed. The only difference might be that he wasn't as lecherous as before; now his heart was set on protecting Great Xia.
What Ning Rongrong didn't know was that Luo Yu was still lecherous.
But he truly didn't have the time now; running back and forth for the sake of Great Xia's affairs left him no energy to flirt with girls.
Compared to his personal desires, Luo Yu believed the safety of the entire Great Xia was more important.
If Great Xia perished, what point would there be in him living leisurely with women?
Since the gods were willing to trust him, he wouldn't disappoint the gods who had helped him.
Lan Ling'er also came over to introduce herself.
The air fell silent.
Luo Yu's throat moved slightly, and as he gazed upon the stunningly beautiful trio, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
To say they weren't close would be a lie, as they were very intimate with him.
Yet, if he claimed familiarity, all he knew were the names of the three women.
They were the most familiar strangers to him.
"Brother Yu..." Ning Rongrong called out softly.
"What's up?" asked Luo Yu.
"Can you kiss me?" Ning Rongrong pouted her moist, red lips.
Looking at those soft and delicate lips, Luo Yu couldn't deny he was tempted.
But they had just met.
There was no emotional foundation between them, at least not yet, so how could he just go for it?
"No," Luo Yu still chose to shake his head.
"Heh, then I'll kiss you."
Ning Rongrong didn't mind the man's refusal and tiptoed forward, initiating the kiss herself.
Luo Yu stepped back to avoid it.
Ning Rongrong puffed her cheeks in annoyance and pulled out a sharp knife from her Storage Space.
She pressed it against her snow-white neck.
"If you won't kiss me, I'll stab myself."
Luo Yu's eyes widened, truly shocked.
A pure yet desiring young girl comes to your home, threatening to kill herself with a knife if you don't kiss her.
Is this good fortune or a disaster?
"Stop it, let's talk nicely, put the knife down first," Luo Yu tried to persuade her.
"No."
Ning Rongrong shook her head, "If you don't kiss me, I'm going to do it."
If someone else had threatened Luo Yu, he would have been truly angry, but with Ning Rongrong, he strangely couldn't summon any anger.
He admitted that it was definitely not because others were ugly and Ning Rongrong was beautiful; the feeling in his heart was genuinely different.
Ning Rongrong relaxed her grip on the knife slightly forward, and bright red blood started to flow from her snow-white neck.
Luo Yu's body shook as he reached out to knock the knife away.
Waving his hand, he wielded the life-giving Domain of Shennong Yandi to help Ning Rongrong heal her wound.
"Such foolishness, will kissing you satisfy you?"