Chapter 487: Saving It for the Wedding Night

"Brother Jian, I'll help you too. Why are these complicated formal clothes all the same? They're cumbersome, troublesome, and they chafe..."

Ning Rongrong had been held for a while when she couldn't help but tug at Qin Jian's clothes.

"It's not the clothes that are chafing..."

Qin Jian spread his arms, directing her small hands to undo them bit by bit, until finally, everything was removed, revealing the pale blue inner robe.

"It really is a relief to take it all off..."

He smiled, then he and Ning Rongrong looked at each other, both swallowing hard. It was unclear who moved first, but the result was that they both collapsed onto the bed, feeling light and cool.

"Rongrong, I've dreamed of lying on this bed with you..."

Qin Jian hugged Ning Rongrong and rolled a few times, wrapping up the quilt and enclosing them both inside.

"Stupid Brother Jian, you've wrapped us together, now we can't move at all!"

Ning Rongrong buried herself in his chest and chided, "Don't you want to be intimate with Rongrong anymore?"

"I do, how could I not?"

Qin Jian raised his head to kiss her forehead, saying softly, "But today I'm truly too stirred up. If we get any closer, I won't be able to control myself."

"Can't control yourself..."

A hint of coquettishness suddenly appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes: "Then... don't control it!"

The burning heat in Qin Jian's eyes rose almost instantly.

But he tried his best to restrain himself, then looked into Ning Rongrong's eyes and said softly but firmly, "Rongrong, I want to save it for our wedding night, is that okay?"

"Wedding night..."

Ning Rongrong was stunned. She wanted to pat him, but she couldn't move at all wrapped in the quilt, so she had to nudge his chin with her little head and chided, "But you've already done it with Xiao Wu and Zhuqing! Why should I have to wait for the wedding night?!"

Zhu Zhuqing had eaten Catnip, and Xiao Wu had used Charm...

Of course, that wasn't the way to put it.

Qin Jian kissed her forehead and said, "Because my Rongrong is the most special, my most beautiful memory of youth, so I want to have the most perfect wedding with you."

It wasn't that he was being pretentious, insisting on waiting.

It was just that to him, Ning Rongrong was the most beautiful dream in his heart, the vow of childhood sweethearts. He always wanted to give her the best, so he was unwilling to have her in a rush.

Besides, what happened with the others truly wasn't his initiative, so he had no way to control it.

Who told him to be a Love Flower? He cherished love the most and was the most desireless. If he could, he would actually prefer to have it happen with each of them on their wedding night.

But in many cases, he could only let things take their course. Only with Ning Rongrong was he still trying hard to control it...

"Brother Jian..."

Ning Rongrong felt a bit happy, yet a bit disappointed.

She didn't know what her mood was, whether she wanted it or didn't want it.

If her Brother Jian wanted it, she could give it without hesitation.

But if she had to choose for herself, her heart leaned toward the wedding night, yet she felt resentful that others had gone ahead of her.

Could it be that she, who was clearly his first love, would actually be the last one?

"Wait!"

Qin Jian's words from just a moment ago drifted through Ning Rongrong's mind, and she suddenly narrowed her eyes: "Brother Jian just said that I am the most special?"

Qin Jian blinked: "Yes..."

"Then what about that little girl today?"

Suddenly remembering this, Ning Rongrong's train of thought took a complete 180-degree turn.

Whether to do it or not could wait; first, she had to tear into Xiao San!

"You mean Na'er?"

Qin Jian asked, knowing the answer.

Ning Rongrong nodded: "Yes, what exactly is she? You still haven't told me. Why did she say that you two are one?"

This question was much easier to answer after Na'er had inexplicably shut herself away.

"She, she is my weapon," Qin Jian said.

"A weapon?"

Ning Rongrong said in surprise: "A weapon can transform into a human?"

"Mm, she is quite special. She shouldn't be called a weapon, but rather an Artifact. It is precisely because of her existence that I can speak with Bibi Dong as an equal."

Qin Jian said: "She is my final trump card, the key to ensuring that no matter what danger I encounter, I can still have a glimmer of survival."

Ning Rongrong had originally been listening with the attitude of dealing with a love rival, but as she listened, those emotions all vanished, replaced instead by gratitude.

"Brother Jian, is she really that powerful?" she couldn't help but ask.

Qin Jian nodded and said: "Yes, it can be said that without her, there would be no me, so..."

"Alright, since that's the case, then it doesn't matter..."

Ning Rongrong nudged his chin with her head and said softly: "I'm not unreasonable. I didn't care that you liked others in the first place. If she hadn't popped out calling you 'Daddy' and been so hostile toward me, I wouldn't have bothered to care..."

"Now that I know she is so important to Brother Jian, that goes without saying."

She looked up with a smile and said: "On the contrary, seeing that she has her own consciousness and is just a little girl, I feel even more at ease!"

"Ah? Why?"

Qin Jian couldn't keep up with her train of thought for a moment.

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue slightly: "Because I really believe in Brother Jian's ability to flirt with girls. Taking down such a little girl shouldn't take more than a minute. That way she won't leave Brother Jian, and Brother Jian will be able to stay safe forever."

Qin Jian: "..."

Rongrong, she's not a little girl; she's hundreds of thousands of years older than you...

"Taking me down takes a minute? Heh..."

Na'er's voice suddenly rang out from the bottom of his heart, nearly making Qin Jian jump up in shock.

"Na'er, why have you woken up?!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"I merely had some realizations regarding Human Clan romance, and naturally woke up once I finished digesting them..."

Na'er's voice returned to its usual coldness: "It's not like the early days when I needed to idle to recover; don't I stay awake all the time now? Or are you saying you actually didn't want me to wake up now?"

"Ah... no, no."

Not knowing how much Na'er had heard, Qin Jian decided to shut his mouth.

Fortunately, he hadn't said anything too excessive, only characterizing her as a weapon.

If he really told Ning Rongrong about Na'er's identity, she would likely raise her guard to the maximum... just like she did toward Bibi Dong.

With identities and strengths like Na'er and Bibi Dong, throwing them in front of Ning Rongrong was simply bullying her...

"To think she actually made me call her mother, hmph, I will find an opportunity to pay her back for that," Na'er added.

Qin Jian hurriedly placated her: "Good Na'er, don't be so petty; look, you're already hundreds of thousands of years old, why bother being petty with a little girl?"

"Hundreds of thousands of years old? You think I'm old?" Na'er suddenly raised her tone.

The attention had been successfully diverted, but why did it feel like things were going poorly...

Qin Jian had such high emotional intelligence that he knew he had stepped on a landmine without even needing to think, and a standard reply formed instantly: "No, no, the word 'old' has absolutely nothing to do with my Na'er. Na'er was healing, so counting a Ten Thousand Year as one year isn't excessive; even counting the last few years, Na'er is only twelve or thirteen!"

Na'er: "......"

(End of this chapter)