350. Sudden Kiss

"Can Rongrong still trust Brother Holy Son?" Ning Rongrong’s voice was choked with tears. She sniffled, her reddened eyes reflecting his golden hair and purple eyes.

"I keep my promises," Qian Renjue replied solemnly.

"But... but Brother Holy Son promised to visit Rongrong, and it took so long," she said, clutching his sleeve, looking utterly wronged.

"But Brother Holy Son is here now, isn't he?" Qian Renjue said, smiling sheepishly.

After all, they hadn’t agreed on an exact time.

"…"

Ning Rongrong froze, realizing he was technically correct.

But it was clear he was playing around with the details to tease her.

Her red eyes threatened to spill fresh tears, and her expression turned even more hurt.

"Brother Holy Son, you’re so mean, tricking Rongrong on purpose!"

"Rongrong, Brother Holy Son truly knows he was wrong!" Qian Renjue said quickly, seeing that she was about to cry again.

"Don’t cry, Rongrong, or you won’t be as pretty anymore. What would it take for you to forgive me? You can ask for anything, alright?"

Ning Rongrong bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears. She looked up at Qian Renjue’s apologetic face and asked softly, “Anything?”

“Of course,” he nodded seriously, then added, “But don’t go too overboard; Brother Holy Son still has other things to do.”

“Rongrong wouldn’t go overboard!” she protested, her cheeks blushing faintly from crying.

After all, Sword and Bone Douluo had spoiled her for years, so asking for things came naturally to her.

“That’s perfect then. As long as I can do it, Brother Holy Son will fulfill your wish,” Qian Renjue replied with a gentle smile, carefully brushing back the hair stuck to her tear-streaked cheek.

“Rongrong can think about it carefully,” he said.

“Alright…” Ning Rongrong bit her lip thoughtfully, then spoke up in a delicate voice, “Rongrong wants Brother Holy Son to play with me all day!”

After a pause, she asked tentatively, “Is that okay? Or… even half a day is fine.”

Qian Renjue chuckled, gently tapping her petite nose. “Of course that’s okay. From now on, Brother Holy Son will come to visit Rongrong often, too.”

“Wonderful! Thank you, Brother Holy Son—ah!” she exclaimed, breaking into a smile and reaching out to hug him, but suddenly lost her balance and nearly fell.

"Are you alright, Rongrong?" Qian Renjue quickly caught her and helped her steady herself.

Pouting, she looked up at him and said, “Brother Holy Son, my legs went numb from crouching too long, and now I can’t move.”

Qian Renjue couldn’t help but laugh. “Haha… no worries; that’s an easy fix.” He smiled, moving to her side, and reached out to support her.


“I’ll carry you so we can go play.”

“Thank you, Brother Holy Son! Haha~” Ning Rongrong’s sorrow faded quickly as joy returned to her face.

She reached up, wrapping her small hands around Qian Renjue’s neck, nestling close with her cheeks brushing his.

Qian Renjue held her in his arms, noticing how much taller she’d gotten since the last time. In a gentle voice, he asked, “Where does Rongrong want to go first?”

“Over there! Rongrong wants to go on the swing with Brother Holy Son,” she pointed with a soft voice.

“Alright,” he nodded, carrying her toward the swing. Ning Rongrong leaned against him, taking in the comforting, natural scent surrounding him as her cheeks turned a light pink.

“Brother Holy Son~”

“Hmm?” he responded, still walking.

Ning Rongrong lifted her face, pouting slightly and said seriously, “Actually, Rongrong isn’t as clueless as everyone thinks.”

“Oh? Is that so? Like what?” Qian Renjue replied with a warm smile, still treating her like a child.

Ning Rongrong puffed out her cheeks in frustration, tightening her hold around his neck. Blushing, she leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Brother Holy Son, Rongrong knows… fiancées are supposed to bathe, sleep, and even have children with their fiancés. Rongrong knows all about this!”

As she finished speaking, her cheeks turned a deep shade of red. She looked at him closely, then puckered her lips and leaned in.

Hearing her words, Qian Renjue froze in surprise, just as a light kiss landed on his cheek.

“Rongrong, what was that?!”

He turned to look at her, only to see her head down, her cheeks and ears flushed red, clutching his clothes tightly.

In a soft, trembling voice, she said, “Brother Holy Son~ Rongrong is your fiancée, and you’re Rongrong’s fiancé… so kisses are allowed.”

Hearing this, Qian Renjue’s eyes widened.

Who had taught her all this?!

Normally, a little kiss would be fine, but given her age and her intentions, he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Just then, the system chimed in.

[Congratulations, host, for your first successful spreading great love! (Recipient: Ning Rongrong)]

[Reward: Divine Forging Stone!]

[Divine Forging Stone]: An incredibly rare ore from beyond the Divine Realm, it can be used to forge divine weapons. Its greatest feature is its ability to merge any two divine weapons into one, creating power surpassing even that of a super-divine weapon!

The system’s announcement made him momentarily forget his concerns, and the valuable reward made him think it might even be worth it if he faced some trouble for this.

Suddenly, Qian Renjue sensed that they were being watched.

He refocused and glanced in the direction where Ning Fengzhi and the others were.

With a frown, he activated the black and purple mark on his forehead, releasing his Evil God’s Heart, which cast a shield over the entire training ground.

Ning Rongrong looked around curiously. “Brother Holy Son, what is this?”

“It’s a soul tool to keep us from being spied on.”

“What?! Spied on… was it Father and the others? How rude!” Her face turned an even deeper shade of red. “I’m going to make them pay!”

Qian Renjue chuckled, hugging her a bit tighter as he continued toward the swing.


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As Ning Rongrong kissed Qian Renjue, Bone Douluo leaned forward, wide-eyed. “What the…! What is our little princess Rongrong doing?! This is way too forward!”

Sword Douluo’s face darkened, his voice full of disapproval.

Ning Fengzhi, too, had a serious expression, even looking a bit tense, while Ling Yuan seemed amused, acknowledging that the Holy Son had handled it well enough.

“Fengzhi, what’s that?” Sword Douluo asked, staring at the triangular device that was now growing and casting a shield over the area.

As it expanded to cover them, Bone Douluo yelled again, “What happened? Rongrong and the Holy Son have disappeared!”

Ning Fengzhi stood up abruptly, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Ling Yuan and guessed, “This must be some kind of soul tool, right?”