Supreme Electromagnetic Tyrant
Chapter 239 - 182 Third Level Dragon Blood

Chapter 239: Chapter 182 Third Level Dragon Blood

Hearing Zhao Manying agree to stay, Ji Xinghuo’s lips curled into a smile and he asked, "Hungry? Shall we order some late-night takeout?"

During their previous dates, the two of them often had a late-night snack at this time.

"Sure," she nodded in agreement, and seeing that Ji Xinghuo didn’t seem to be in a desperate rush, she began to relax as well.

The two sat side by side on the living room sofa, looking at the night view outside the window, chatting and laughing.

Soon, a drone delivered the late-night snack.

In addition to the food, there were also personal toiletries, pajamas, and a few sets of home clothes to change into, for both men and women, all in couple styles. Zhao Manying watched as Ji Xinghuo checked the items, and she felt relieved when she realized that something she had expected was actually not there.

"What were you expecting?" Ji Xinghuo suddenly turned around and asked.

"Nothing!"

A flicker of panic crossed Zhao Manying’s eyes as she covered up, "Hurry up and take out the takeout, I’m starving. Let’s eat and then go to sleep. There’s still training at the club tomorrow morning."

"Hahaha..."

Ji Xinghuo laughed oddly and took the takeout to the dining room.

After finishing the late-night snack, Zhao Manying promptly picked up the toiletries and nightgown and walked into the bathroom.

Although the house was spacious, all of its facilities were singular; there was only one bedroom and one bathroom, but both were very spacious. The bathroom spanned over thirty square meters, equipped with a dressing room and toilet, and even a large bathtub from which one could enjoy the night view while bathing.

Ji Xinghuo was tidying up the things on the dining table when he heard the sound of water from the bathroom and couldn’t help but have some whimsical thoughts.

He couldn’t resist scanning with his magnetic field sense.

"Tsk tsk..."

Even though he could only see the magnetic field and not the actual scene, just by the shape of the field, he could appreciate Zhao Manying’s perfect figure.

Her height of one meter eighty didn’t appear too tall, with perfect proportions and proud curves, an inch more would mean plumpness, an inch less would mean leanness, especially those long legs, straight and symmetrical, yet filled with healthy strength, like the most perfect creation of the heavens.

Ji Xinghuo sensed for a few seconds and then forced himself to shift his attention away.

All of a sudden, he thought of Ren Mian.

The figures of both women were seldom seen in the world: Ren Mian was around one meter seventy, not particularly tall, but her curves were more domineering, containing hidden depths of temptation; whereas Zhao Manying was slightly taller, with her advantage in her long legs, every part of her just right, likewise full of endless charm.

It could be said that there was no clear winner, like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each excelling in their own field.

"Why am I thinking of Ren Mian at this time..." Ji Xinghuo suddenly felt guilt, Ren Mian’s beautiful face appearing in his mind, unable to fade away.

He stood there motionless, his expression complex.

After a long while, his pinball thoughts finally subsided, and he let out a light sigh.

"Sigh..."

"Why are you sighing?" Zhao Manying’s voice came from behind him.

Ji Xinghuo turned to look, his eyes filled with utter amazement.

By now, Zhao Manying had changed into a loose nightgown, her hair slightly damp. The hem of the gown reached just to her knees, her bare feet touching the floor, her radiant and stunning face completely unobstructed, giving off a feeling as if she were a lotus emerging from clear water, naturally beautiful without any adornment, captivating him so that he couldn’t look away.

"You’re so beautiful," Ji Xinghuo praised sincerely.

"Of course I am..." Zhao Manying secretly delighted in her heart, but there was a hint of pride on her face, "My achievements today, at least half of that credit goes to this face."

She had always known her beauty and was quite proud of it, never stingy when it came to showing it off in front of Ji Xinghuo.

"I think it’s more than half, at least seventy percent!" Ji Xinghuo joked.

Zhao Manying tilted her chin up, discontentedly retorted, "Hmph, are you underestimating my strength? Even if I were an ugly monster, I could still dominate the league."

"Would I dare? You’re the top of the ladder," he replied.

After a few teasing exchanges, Zhao Manying suddenly said, "It’s getting late, you should take a bath and rest early."

Ji Xinghuo entered the bathroom and was done in less than five minutes.

When he came out, he saw Zhao Manying sitting on the living room sofa, her hair now dry, who stood up calmly and said, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Zhao Manying entered the bedroom, closed the door, but did not lock it.

Ji Xinghuo lay down on the couch, covering himself with the blanket she had prepared.

Qing Hong crawled out from his hair, revealing its true length of over four meters, and curled up by his feet.

With the lights out, the living room darkened, the neon lights from distant skyscrapers pouring in, casting colorful halos on the walls that moved and rotated nonstop, just like his current mood.

He glanced at the bedroom door but made no move to approach.

He had said he wouldn’t make a move, and he meant it.

Even if Zhao Manying hadn’t locked the door, he didn’t take it as a signal.

The reason was simple, the time hadn’t come.

Ji Xinghuo was very clear in his mind; they had known each other for only a little over two months and had confirmed their relationship for just over ten days. If they were to take that step directly, it would be moving too fast.

Whether it was from his perspective or considering Zhao Manying’s personal feelings, they shouldn’t be in such a hurry.

The ambiguous words they usually exchanged were just for teasing.

What was most important was that Ji Xinghuo had not forgotten the promise of the hundred-day romance. Even if something was to happen, it had to wait until after a hundred days.

Any other man faced with an opportunity to be close to Zhao Manying might find it hard to resist such temptation, paying no mind to her feelings, thinking those were just the actions of a woman playing hard to get, would carelessly rush in, only to be booted out with a kick.