Chapter 147: Are You Finally Going to Class-Change into a Flower-Picking Bandit?

There was still some time before nightfall, so Liu Ping had no choice but to wait. While there were techniques such as invisibility, such spells were extremely difficult to maintain without a thorough understanding. For an ordinary person who knew the trick, maintaining invisibility after being cast upon was quite easy; however, there was no such hope for Yingning in her pet-like state.

Looking at Yingning, who was clutching her head and curled up on the ground with tears welling in her eyes, Liu Ping felt his heart soften. Had he been a bit too harsh with the flick? But just moments ago, Yingning's entire body had pressed against him—her soft frame, the intoxicating and refreshing fragrance of a virgin, and the tender plumpness of the twin mounds against his chest—the temptation had been beyond extraordinary. Left with no other choice, he had accidentally used a bit too much force.

"Does it hurt much?" Liu Ping asked. Yet Yingning seemed frightened into silence by the blow; she clutched her head and refused to look at him.

He tried to reach out and stroke Yingning’s head, but her reaction was the exact opposite of her previous docility. Now, she seemed terrified of Liu Ping, shrinking back timidly.

Every time Liu Ping took a step forward, she retreated a step. As he relentlessly closed in, she continuously backed away.

Soon, Yingning was cornered against the wall.

"Wuwu." Looking utterly terrified, she covered her head with both hands and huddled in the corner. Her pitiful appearance inevitably stirred a sense of guilt in Liu Ping. If an outsider were to witness this scene, there was no telling what wild imaginings would arise, assuming he had done something unspeakable to her.

Terrified that the man before her might strike her again, yet having nowhere left to run, Yingning let out a soft cry as the tears in her eyes finally spilled over. At last, a hand touched her head. She shivered instinctively, bracing herself to experience that same sharp pain once more. However, the anticipated pain never came; instead, there was only a gentle stroke.

"Hmm?" Yingning raised her head, looking at Liu Ping with a puzzled expression.

"Alright, alright. I will never hit you again, stop crying." Looking at the tear-stained beauty before him, Liu Ping was speechless, and his guilt surged once more. Was the blow he had dealt really that heavy? It was just a tap on the head, yet it had terrified her to this extent.

Seeing Yingning finally stem her tears, Liu Ping felt his guilt slowly subside.

"Still want to eat?"

She nodded.

"Then let's eat. I'll go order some food."

She nodded.

"Get on the bed first, the floor is a bit dirty."

She nodded.

In no time at all, she was sitting on the bed. Having rubbed against the floor for quite a while, her bright red garments had become somewhat soiled. Yingning seemed to notice that her outfit was in the way, and with a few swift movements, she stripped off her outer robe, looking as though she was about to peel away her final undergarment. Startled, Liu Ping hurriedly stepped in to stop her.

After much persuasion, he managed to convince her to keep her sole undergarment on. Gazing at the vast expanses of smooth, jade-like skin, the pert and shapely buttocks, a figure with curves perfected to the absolute limit, the deep cleavage revealed by her chest, and that face capable of bewitching a soul into water, a sudden thought popped into Liu Ping's mind. What if he were to keep raising her as a human pet forever? That didn't sound like a bad idea at all, did it?

Pfui, pfui, pfui! What kind of good idea was that... He hastily shook his head, casting the filthy thought out of his mind. Yet, this remained an unavoidable problem. He couldn't help but wonder: if even his Senior Sister had no way to resolve her condition, what should he do?

In the future, what on earth should he do?

"Forget it, this isn't something to ponder right now." Liu Ping sighed softly and patted Yingning’s head. Yingning seemed to thoroughly enjoy the petting, leaning her head against Liu Ping's chest.

After a moment, she lifted her head slightly: "Awu?"

"Alright, I'll go order some food." Liu Ping felt as though he had understood the meaning of that "awu."

"Mmm." A pleasing sound emitted from the depths of Yingning's throat.

Soon, Liu Ping ordered several more fine dishes, and the portions were exceptionally generous.

However, the feeding process that followed gave Liu Ping a bit of a headache. While feeding such a captivating