Chapter 201: Is Zhuqing Older Than Me?

"You... you jerk..."

Ning Rongrong fiercely wiped away the tears on her face, shook off Qin Jian's hand, and turned to leave.

But the next moment, a warm embrace held her from behind.

"Rongrong... don't go..."

The warm breath sprayed against her crystalline earlobe, causing the tears Ning Rongrong had struggled so hard to hold back to come gushing out all at once.

"Let me go... let me go..."

Ning Rongrong struggled without any real conviction, but Qin Jian only held her tighter.

"Rongrong..."

Qin Jian suddenly loosened his embrace, but before Ning Rongrong could escape, he pulled her hand and spun her around to face him, and then... he hugged her fiercely once again!

"No... don't!"

Thinking he would cough up blood, Ning Rongrong instinctively tried to break free, but she hadn't expected Qin Jian to hold her so tightly.

"Hurry up and let me go! Let me go! You'll get hurt, you'll cough up blood!"

Qin Jian ignored Ning Rongrong's struggle; he held her tightly in his arms and said in a low voice, "Even if it means death... I am unwilling to let you go!"

Ning Rongrong's entire heart filled with anger and grievance suddenly vanished, leaving only a soft little heart beating, thump-thump, thump-thump.

The next moment, the two pulled slightly apart, and then a touch of fiery softness pressed against her; Ning Rongrong widened her eyes.

She instinctively wanted to struggle again, but she discovered that Qin Jian showed no signs of anything unusual; this time, the embrace and the kiss... actually didn't cause anything to happen!

"It's so good... I can embrace you... I can kiss you..."

After a long kiss, Qin Jian gently touched his forehead to hers, their nose tips brushing against each other.

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong was immersed in the embrace they hadn't shared for over two years, her expression dazed and her gaze unfocused; her whole being felt as if she were bathing in a hot spring, so comfortable she just wanted to fall asleep right there.

"Brother Jian, why did you do that kind of thing with Zhuqing?"

Finally, Ning Rongrong's train of thought returned to the matter that concerned her most.

Qin Jian opened his mouth, but didn't know where to begin.

Although he had almost been forced into it and it seemed the responsibility wasn't his, such an embarrassing thing was something he couldn't bring himself to say...

Ning Rongrong saw his hesitant expression, blinked her large eyes, and suddenly placed her hands on his chest, saying, "It wasn't you who initiated it, right?"

Qin Jian: "......"

Ning Rongrong's gaze slowly turned dangerous: "In other words... it's one thing for that Zhuqing to steal a taste... but she actually initiated it herself, and after that, she actually wanted me, the one being cheated on, to comfort her?"

She shoved Qin Jian away violently and rushed toward the door.

But just as she was about to step out of the room, she was pulled back by her hand by Qin Jian and fell into his arms.

"Rongrong, are you really planning to go back and settle scores with her in the middle of the night?" Qin Jian asked helplessly while holding her.

Ning Rongrong slapped his chest hatefully and said through gritted teeth, "Are you protecting her now?!"

Qin Jian rubbed his forehead: "Rongrong, this kind of thing can't be blamed on her alone..."

"Then tell me... how did you two start?"

Ning Rongrong poked his chest with her finger, killing intent filling her eyes.

"Uh... well... um... that thing... she pushed me down... mm..." Qin Jian covered his face as he spoke.

"Brother Jian, I don't believe your self-control is that poor..."

Ning Rongrong's finger traced circles on his body, and her other hand produced a dagger from who knows where, as she said leisurely: "Brother Jian, do you not want your little head anymore?"

Qin Jian froze all over and said decisively, "She ate a whole bag of Catnip."

Zhuqing, oh Zhuqing, for the sake of your future happiness, forgive me...

"Catnip? A whole bag?"

Ning Rongrong's entire head was filled with question marks, but soon she remembered the passion Zhu Zhuqing had shown after eating a few pieces of Catnip at the Soul Fighting Arena that time, and the corner of her eye twitched slightly: "She really went all out to offer herself... I... am very impressed..."

Qin Jian felt ashamed.

Ning Rongrong's gaze drifted for a moment, then she suddenly looked up and stared straight at him: "Brother Jian, I was clearly the first, how could you let her be the one to do it first?"

The ashamed Qin Jian was immediately covered in sweat: "You were still too young at that time..."

"Is it that I'm very old now? Zhuqing is even younger than me!"

Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and said, "I don't think what you're talking about is being young, is it?"

"If it's not age, then what could it be... uh..."

Qin Jian suddenly paused, his gaze uncontrollably shifting downward; after his sight circled slightly, he quickly pulled it back.

But this small action of his clearly didn't escape Ning Rongrong's notice; she immediately put on a tearful expression: "You really do think I'm too small... woo..."

"No, Rongrong..."

Qin Jian slowly shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's not that, Rongrong, I just didn't want to hurt you..."

His words made Ning Rongrong tilt her little head in confusion: "What does this have to do with not wanting to hurt me?"

Qin Jian cupped her smooth, delicate face, looked into her eyes, and said earnestly, "Think about our situation at the time. If we had crossed that line and then separated, how would you view me? As a scumbag who ran off after taking everything?"

Ning Rongrong thought about it for a moment and understood that what Qin Jian said was true; this didn't really have anything to do with being small or not. After all, with the existence of soul power on this Dalu, it was very normal to mature early.

But given their situation at the time, if it had really happened and they had then separated, it would have been very hard for her, Ning Rongrong, not to suspect that Qin Jian was a scumbag.

That she could later understand her own heart and choose to trust him completely was all because of everything Qin Jian did at that time—whether it was hunting Soul Beasts for her or exchanging Immortal Herbs for her—he never asked for any reward.

Devotion without asking for a reward was the key that supported Ning Rongrong in reaching this point, and even allowed her to tolerate the existence of others.

If something had happened back then, their first love would no longer be pure...

"Fine, you stinky man, I believe you." Ning Rongrong waved her hand, appearing very magnanimous.

Qin Jian was speechless: "You believe me, yet I'm still a stinky man?"

"Hmph, logically I should forgive you, but don't you know that women can be unreasonable?"

Ning Rongrong lifted her chin as a matter of course: "I'm just unhappy, ah ah ah!"

What else could Qin Jian say at a time like this? Of course, he had to kiss her!

Only a fool would continue to discuss with her whether it was right or wrong! It wasn't like a Qiong Yao drama!

"Mmph..."

As expected, she softened at a kiss; Ning Rongrong's originally resentful little expression immediately became as gentle as water.

But Qin Jian, focused only on nibbling, didn't notice a small foot appear behind his heel, and then, a fierce trip...

Bang!

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