Chapter 486: Do You Like Green That Much?

"Brother Jian, how about we stay at Jian Yeye's place for these few days?"

Under the puzzled gazes of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect guards, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong walked back with their hair still dripping wet.

"Didn't you say Jian Yeye might be in seclusion for a few days? Then it'll just be the two of us!" Ning Rongrong said, shaking Qin Jian's hand.

"Don't I just live with Teacher? Isn't it perfectly normal to go back there?"

Qin Jian looked back at her, looking bewildered: "Rongrong, where did you originally think we should go to stay?"

"Uh..."

Too busy hiding people, forgot about logic...

Ning Rongrong's little face twisted in embarrassment: "I... I originally wanted to ask you to go to my small building..."

Qin Jian's eyes lit up: "That would work too, I don't think I've ever stayed at your place before."

"No, no, let's go to Jian Yeye's place, okay? Okay?"

Ning Rongrong started pulling his hand again, swinging it back and forth, shaking it.

Who could resist the coquettishness of a beautiful young girl...

"Fine, fine, fine, go wherever you want to go." Qin Jian was full of doting.

Hand in hand once more, they stepped into that small building by the lake; Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong stopped in unison, countless lights and shadows drifting through their eyes.

The feeling of a lifetime having passed was so intense that it instantly engulfed them both.

Their beginning was right here, originating from telling stories, growing through tacit training, and sublimating into a breakup.

"Brother Jian, the day you first told me a story, I was sitting right here..."

Ning Rongrong walked forward slowly and sat on the sofa in the center of the hall.

Many years had passed, but the style of the furniture here hadn't changed in the slightest; it was well-maintained.

Qin Jian walked to her side and sat down, unable to resist picking her up in a bridal carry and placing her on his lap.

He leaned his back against the sofa, while his front was pressed against Ning Rongrong.

"Brother Jian, I love it when you hold me..."

Her eyes curved into crescent moons: "Every time you hold me, I feel like our hearts are together, especially, especially intimate."

Qin Jian pulled her willow waist tighter, his palm brushing lightly over her back, her soft, long hair slipping through his fingers strand by strand.

A clean fragrance wafted from her hair, light and pleasant.

"I also love holding my Rongrong."

Their necks were pressed completely together, her faint body scent invading his nasal cavity; Qin Jian couldn't help but plant a kiss on the swan-like neck at her collar.

As a warm, moist breath washed over her, Ning Rongrong's breathing became slightly rapid: "Brother Jian..."

Her eyes were like water: "Hold me... inside..."

Qin Jian's heartbeat accelerated slightly; he stood up holding her and walked toward his own room, opening it skillfully, only to find that it was also maintained exactly as it had been.

Thank you, Teacher...

Never mind, better thank the Maid who diligently tidied up...

"Click..."

He hooked the door shut with his foot, bumped the light switch with his back, and then sat on the bed while holding Ning Rongrong.

Although he was fast enough, the short delay caused the rapidly rising desire to cool slightly, replaced by affection, which surged up once more to suppress the desire.

"Brother Jian, this is the first time I've seen you wear such magnificent clothes..."

Ning Rongrong reached out to brush over the high standing collar and blinked: "Is this your clothing from the Spirit Hall?"

"Mm, it's my Chief Judge's clothing." Qin Jian nodded.

"Chief Judge..."

Ning Rongrong looked up at him: "Brother Jian, that Female Pope... does she trust you that much?"

Qin Jian was not in an Asura Field state and didn't grasp her meaning for a moment, thinking she was worried, so he couldn't help but comfort her: "Although the relationship between her and me is complicated, she can still be trusted for now. Not just because of those messy reasons, but also because I now have the strength to stand as her equal."

Even if I can only burst out for a few minutes before becoming a sage...

"Messy reasons..."

Ning Rongrong's small hand suddenly gripped the clothes on his chest, and she said with some trepidation: "Brother Jian, with such a high status, would she really be willing to share with others? Can she tolerate the engagement between us?"

"Uh..."

Qin Jian scratched his head to hide his embarrassment: "Didn't I say she only counts as half?"

Ning Rongrong squinted at him: "Brother Jian, is there any need to hide things in front of Rongrong?"

Qin Jian: "..."

Must say, Ning Rongrong was still very sharp, especially her judgment of Bibi Dong, which was very accurate; Bibi Dong was indeed extremely disgusted by the engagement between the two of them.

When it finally reached her turn, who knew what would happen...

"Rongrong..."

Qin Jian held her soft body tighter, looked at her somewhat anxious eyes, and said earnestly: "I promise you, no one can break our engagement."

"Brother Jian..."

A flash of excitement suddenly appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes: "Can you... with me... when you come back this time?"

She stopped halfway through her sentence, and the excitement in her eyes extinguished.

The disappointment in her eyes flickered for only an instant before vanishing; when she looked up again, no trace of sadness could be seen.

This time, even Qin Jian failed to grasp her meaning.

"Rongrong, do what with you? Tell me."

He smiled and said: "As long as you like it, I will do it."

Ning Rongrong stared at him blankly.

She knew that her wish could not be realized at this moment, because her Brother Jian could not marry her yet.

If it were just carrying a betrothal, the obstacles would not be great, but if they were to marry now, then her Brother Jian would find it difficult to take a single step in the future.

So she smiled lightly, leaned into Qin Jian's ear, and whispered: "Brother Jian, help me take off this royal dress; this clothing is too complicated, it is very uncomfortable to wear on my body..."

Brother Jian, your Rongrong has grown up and knows that many things cannot be done willfully...

I love you deeply, so I am willing to give everything for you.

Qin Jian truly did not notice her true wish.

He smiled and lifted her waist, letting her move a little away from him, his eyes full of smiles: "This is also the first time I have seen Rongrong wear such noble and gorgeous clothing; I have to say, it is especially perfect, my Rongrong was born to be a princess."

Ning Rongrong was also smiling: "Princess or whatever doesn't matter, if it weren't for Dad saying this could help Brother Jian, I wouldn't bother being any princess!"

Qin Jian was quite skilled at the matter of taking off clothes; although the royal dress was very complicated, he only studied it for a moment before successfully peeling it off Ning Rongrong.

"Brother Jian is so amazing, the first time I took it off, I struggled for a long time, and it was only with the help of the Maids that I managed to get it off."

Ning Rongrong took the opportunity to pull out her snow-white arms, once again becoming that pale green elf.

Because underneath the complicated palace gown, she was wearing a green-leaning-toward-blue one-piece short skirt.

"Rongrong, do you like green that much? In my impression, every one of your dresses is this color."

Qin Jian resisted the urge to take her into his arms again; having shed that complicated attire, the sensation of holding her now was much better.

"It's not that I like this color all that much, I just feel it suits me very well..."

Ning Rongrong looked at him and said: "Green, how suitable it is..."

Qin Jian: "..."

(End of this chapter)