Chapter 482: Specially Made for Little Brother Qin

"Brother Jian, what are you thinking about?"

Ning Rongrong's pretty face suddenly appeared before his eyes, her whole face filled with curiosity: "The Brother Jian from before wouldn't talk to me and then get distracted while speaking."

"Ah, no, I was just..."

Before Qin Jian could finish his sentence, Na'er popped a little head out from his chest: "He was just talking to me."

Qin Jian: "......"

Ning Rongrong lowered her head to be level with Na'er, her eyes narrowing: "What exactly are you?"

"Hmph, you aren't worthy of knowing yet."

Na'er made a 'whoosh' sound and prepared to shrink back in, but Ning Rongrong's calm voice followed right after: "No matter what you are, you're just a little girl coveting my Brother Jian."

"What is there to covet about this heartless flirt? Only you lot treat him like a treasure." Na'er 'whooshed' and popped back out.

Seeing the surrounding gazes gradually turning their way, Qin Jian hurriedly pressed her head down and stuffed her back into his body: "Na'er, stop making trouble."

"Hmph."

The girl let out an unhappy cold snort before shrinking back in once more.

"Sigh, ever since you took human form, you've become more and more like a little girl. Does the body have such a big influence?" Qin Jian said in his heart.

"Is... is it?"

Na'er seemed slightly startled, then fell silent for a moment before saying calmly: "If you hadn't said it, I wouldn't have noticed. It's true... I've done many senseless things lately, especially today."

"Body... Spirit... consciousness... they can't exist independently to begin with, so it's normal to be influenced."

She said faintly: "It looks like I'll have to be a little more careful in the future..."

"Don't, you're quite good like this," Qin Jian said hurriedly.

"Quite good? You were sighing just a moment ago," Na'er said.

Qin Jian shook his head: "No, no, I like Na'er being this cute the most."

"Cute? Is it also cute when I argue with your Rongrong?"

There was a hint of a smile in Na'er's voice.

Qin Jian naturally gave an affirmative answer: "Mm, that's also very cute."

"Fine, since you like it so much, then I'll continue."

Na'er's head popped out again: "Ning Rongrong, he just said... mmph mmph..."

Qin Jian covered Na'er's little mouth tightly and pressed her back in again, nearly crying: "Na'er, stop messing with me..."

"Then say it again, between her and me, who is truly the most special?" Na'er brought up the life-or-death question again.

"Na'er... you've changed..."

Qin Jian said resentfully: "You wouldn't have made things so difficult for me before."

"Before I was outside the game, now I am in the game, how could my mood be the same..." Na'er said coldly and clearly.

Qin Jian, however, felt a jolt of spirit: "Na'er, what did you say? Can you say it again?"

"...... Forget it." It took a long while before Na'er said in a muffled voice.

It's over, it's over, I accidentally let it slip and said my true feelings...

She had never admitted to having any thoughts about Qin Jian, always emphasizing that they were partners.

But that sentence just now about being in the game had completely exposed her...

Not to mention Qin Jian being pleasantly surprised, even she herself was a bit dazed.

Even if she asked herself now, she couldn't find the answer as to why she felt she was in the game.

Because, from beginning to end, she still felt she was on the outside; Qin Jian was just a flower she was raising. Why had things felt increasingly strange lately?

If she really liked him and had that kind of relationship with him, wouldn't that become what he used to always talk about... raising a partner?

If Na'er's consciousness had a physical form, her body would be pink all over right now...

"Na'er, Na'er, say it again..."

No matter how Qin Jian summoned her, this time Na'er was determined not to make a sound.

"Brother Jian, what exactly is she?"

Seeing him lost in thought again, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but lift her long skirt, sit face-to-face on his lap, and hug his neck tightly: "Hmph hmph, let's see if she can pop out now."

Qin Jian reached out to wrap his arms around her willow waist, holding her tightly.

This posture was truly somewhat ambiguous, and it harvested another wave of attention.

As for Xue Qinghe, his mood took a sharp turn for the worse, because now he could only see the back of Ning Rongrong's head and couldn't see Qin Jian at all.

"Rongrong, didn't you say we'd talk about it after going back?"

Qin Jian turned the tables and buried his head in her bosom; it was warm, fragrant, and soft—very comfortable.

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong tugged on his two ears, pulling his face away from her chest, her pretty face slightly flushed: "There are so many people here, what are you doing..."

Qin Jian twisted his head, rubbing against the small hands on both sides, and said with a chuckle: "I just can't help it. Holding my beloved Rongrong, I just can't help it; I just want to be closer."

Ning Rongrong instantly threw thoughts of Na'er and the like to the back of her mind, her whole heart returning to Qin Jian.

"Brother Jian, Rongrong really... really misses you..."

She held Qin Jian's cheeks in both hands, and the two stared at each other silently for a moment.

It is said that when lovers who truly love each other stare at one another, something very magical happens, which is that they are almost unable to control... kissing each other.

Because when the lips of a beloved are right before one's eyes, it is like a whirlpool, creating an extremely strong desire to kiss them.

The two kissed once again, throwing the surrounding crowd to the back of their minds once more.

This tingling, numbing feeling was truly addictive, especially when they both had such strong desires for intimacy; it was even more impossible to restrain.

But Xue Qinghe on the stage was so angry that smoke was coming out of his seven orifices...

Intent on arm-wrestling with that Pope mother of his, he had been preparing for this moment for a very, very long time, just waiting for Qin Jian to return and take the bait!

As a result, this guy buried himself in the tender embrace of Ning Rongrong and wouldn't come out again...

"Clap, clap, clap..."

As the song ended, the whole room erupted in applause.

But Xue Qinghe remained expressionless, bowing slightly before walking down, heading straight for Qin Jian and the other, who were sitting there kissing.

Seeing this scene, the onlookers' eyes lit up once again.

What a good day it is today, to have so much gossip to feast on; it's truly gratifying, truly gratifying!

Tang San finished another piece of melon, downed it in one gulp, and felt wonderful.

"Little Brother Qin, what do you think of the piece I specially composed?"

Xue Qinghe's voice interrupted the heated kiss between Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong.

"Hoo..."

Ning Rongrong panted slightly as she rested her head on Qin Jian's shoulder, her cheeks flushed red.

It had been too long since a long kiss; she had even forgotten the basic skill of catching her breath...

Qin Jian's expression remained as usual.

He tilted his head and looked over from Ning Rongrong's shoulder: "Is that the Crown Prince? What were you saying just now?"

A large "#" symbol appeared on Xue Qinghe's forehead, but it quickly vanished, and his fair face became calm and gentle as jade.

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask Little Brother Qin, what do you think of this piece I specially composed for you?" he said with a smile.

Such blunt words instantly made the Yuexuan go quiet.

One by one, gossiping eyes gathered, and hands began to divide the melon...

(End of this chapter)