Chapter 475: Five Years... Brother Jian

"Shedding my tears, singing with you, the song has a voice, and you have feelings..."

Clear tears suddenly slid down Ning Rongrong's cheeks, but she suddenly opened her mouth, harmonizing with Qin Jian once more.

"Feelings and voices unite, neither violating the other... not violating... not violating..."

Amidst the slightly trembling harmony, the two opened their arms almost simultaneously, pulling the person they had been longing for into their embrace.

The warm body temperature, the familiar scent—in this instant, it was as if they were embracing the entire world.

The surrounding light and shadows gradually became blurred, the human voices and music all grew distant, and the world slowly turned into flowing light, with only a single beam of snow-white light in the center illuminating the lovers clinging to each other.

"Five years..."

Ning Rongrong buried her face in the crook of Qin Jian's neck, warm tears falling down in torrents.

"Five years... Brother Jian..."

This soft, clear voice, carrying a tremor—how many times had this longing surged in her mind, turning over and over again?

Qin Jian could hardly control himself as he pulled away from Ning Rongrong slightly; as their gazes met, his eyes trembled slightly.

A heartfelt desire for intimacy swept over them both in an instant; Ning Rongrong's hands suddenly hugged Qin Jian's neck tightly, and Qin Jian simultaneously pulled her in close and kissed her deeply.

The most intimate contact between people is often divided into three types: with feelings but no desire, with desire but no feelings, and having both feelings and desire.

But under the influence of extreme emotional fluctuations, one is often in a state of having feelings but no desire.

Even with lips and teeth pressed together, what they brought to each other was merely a longing for intimacy.

When emotions are rich to the extreme, they confirm each other's existence and their intimate relationship in this way; it has nothing to do with desire, only deep affection.

Qin Jian kissed Ning Rongrong deeply, without any superfluous movements, without any chaotic thoughts.

At this moment, this minute, this second, his entire body and mind were immersed in the joy of reunion, with no time to attend to anything else.

Ning Rongrong was the same.

How many times in the middle of the night, how many times tossing and turning, how many times thinking of him until she went crazy...

Desperate cultivation, desperate effort—all were for temporary forgetfulness and a better meeting in the future.

Her heart was never big; from the time she was young, it could only hold one person.

That gentle boy, that handsome youth, that overbearing, affectionate... flirtatious Brother Jian, was all of her longing and love...

As long as I can embrace you, as long as I can hold your hand, as long as I can be with you, growing old slowly...

I have no regrets in this life.

For a long, long time, they remained within their own little world, feeling the temperature of each other's bodies and the intense affection in their hearts.

Until enthusiastic applause rang out...

"Clap, clap, clap..."

It was as if a sound from beyond the heavens had shattered their little world bit by bit.

The surrounding sounds began to return, light and shadow once again filled the corners of their eyes, and the entire world instantly returned to its initial state.

"Thank you for the debut performance of Princess Rongrong, and thank you to my student, the current Spirit Hall Chief Judge Qin Jian, for participating. Thank you."

Tang Yuehua, prompted by Tang San, already knew Qin Jian's identity.

Of course, even without Tang San, she could have guessed it herself.

After all, during this year, besides attending various noble banquets, Ning Rongrong had been here pestering her to re-arrange songs and design matching dances.

And everything she did was just for one person...

Therefore, the only one who could make her lose herself must be Qin Jian.

"Whoosh."

Even though everyone present was well-versed in noble etiquette, they could not help but stir slightly at this moment.

To them, the name Qin Jian was already like thunder to the ears.

Personal disciple of Jian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Princess Rongrong's fiancé, Spirit Hall Chief Judge, Commander of the Spirit Hall Guard, suspected Spirit Hall Pope Consort...

His titles were simply too numerous, especially his recent high-profile expansion of the Spirit Hall academies, which had stirred up the winds and clouds of the entire Dalu.

It was also rumored that the Spirit Hall's sudden permanent recognition of the Upper Three Sects' status was also something he had secretly facilitated...

These various rumors, along with many pieces of gossip, fermented together on the Dalu; by now, there was almost no one who did not know the name Qin Jian.

As long as the Spirit Hall was mentioned, it almost made people think of him, and then no matter who it was, they could spout a few pieces of hearsay gossip...

So, eating melons is the nature of the Human Clan.

If it were just those titles, ordinary people would not be so keen to spread them, but if there were many melons to eat, the speed of spreading would be impossible to stop...

"Next, we will conduct the formal Assessment. The first round is a group performance of the Court Social Dance. Please, students, invite your dance partners to enter the dance floor."

Tang Yuehua's voice spread out again, slightly pulling people's attention back to the business at hand.

Pairs of men and women began to take the floor, and even Tang San took Xue Ke's hand and entered the field.

At this time, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong had already resumed their tight embrace; they were supposed to take the floor, but they still could not bear to separate for even a moment.

"Rongrong... are you willing to dance a dance with me..."

Qin Jian's lips were pressed tightly against Ning Rongrong's earlobe as he whispered, "I want to dance... a dance with my Rongrong..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately became soft and tender, the depths of her gaze filled with memories.

"I also want to dance the dance from back then with Brother Jian again..."

She murmured softly, separating slightly from Qin Jian, placing her right hand in the palm of Qin Jian's raised left hand, and resting her left hand lightly on his right shoulder.

And Qin Jian's right hand gently wrapped around her slender waist...

But almost subconsciously, he used too much force with his right hand, pulling Ning Rongrong against him all at once, pressing tightly together.

Ning Rongrong was not surprised, however; she just leaned quietly against him, unable to bear separating for even a moment.

She completely understood Qin Jian's mood, because when she herself pulled away from Qin Jian slightly and lost the embrace, a strong sense of loss also welled up in her heart.

Therefore, rather than saying Qin Jian pulled her into his arms, it was more like she had leaned in herself.

This dance was not performed according to standard, for after all, it was a ballroom dance; how could one dance well while pressed so tightly together?

Yet, everyone's attention was focused on them, and not just because they were positioned in the center of the stage.

More importantly, everyone else on the floor was moving in patterned, formulaic motions, while only the two of them danced as their hearts desired, their bodies moving in sync with their feelings; despite being tightly embraced and dancing improperly, they successfully captivated everyone.

Whether it be dance or song, they are fundamentally ways to convey the heart's voice; to dance with passion and sing with abandon, even if devoid of technique or off-key, can still transmit the feelings from the depths of one's heart and allow others to perceive that emotion.

At the very least, at this moment, everyone was moved by the affection of them leaning on, clinging to, and guarding one another, and when coupled with that previous duet, that embrace, and that passionate kiss, it rendered the most beautiful emotion in this world.

"Little Brother Qin, oh Little Brother Qin, you are always so radiant every time you appear..."

At the edge of the floor, Xue Qinghe watched them quietly, the colors reflected in those eyes appearing quite strange: "However, your current identity is truly interesting... I would like to see when they will send you to my side... That will not be easy to orchestrate..."

(End of this chapter)