"Brother Fu Qin is such a generous guy! Giving away a thousand-year-old soul bone like that, that's a real man!"
Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling.
"My god, he even managed to slay the Man-Faced Demon Spider! Brother Fu Qin is amazing! If I could have a set of flying swords like that, wouldn't I be able to do whatever I want in battle?"
Only Oscar kept his head down, his fingers digging into the ground.
Under the influence of the "brain-degrading aura," the hatred he originally felt for Fu Qin had long since been twisted into a burning jealousy.
Why? Why is Fu Qin able to obtain a thousand-year-old soul bone? Why is he able to forge such a powerful magical artifact? Why does everyone praise him so highly?
A sour feeling spread from the bottom of his heart to every part of his body, and his jealousy level soared by 51 points, instantly breaking through the 150 mark. A barely perceptible shadow flashed in his eyes.
...
The night was as dark as ink, with only a waning moon hanging in the sky.
With a pounding heart, Ning Rongrong tiptoed across the quiet courtyard, her pale yellow skirt brushing against the grass and leaving a soft rustling sound.
With over 300 points of favorability, Fu Qin had already broken through her defenses. In her eyes, Fu Qin was not only powerful and gentle, but also the perfect man who crafted magical artifacts for her.
She will marry no one but Fu Qin in this lifetime!
Instead of waiting, it's better to take the initiative, make it a fait accompli, and leave Fu Qin with no way to refuse.
Reaching Fu Qin's window, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, gathered a wisp of soul power at her fingertips, and gently opened the window.
She moved as lightly as a cat, tiptoeing into the room. Moonlight streamed in through the cracks in the window, outlining her shapely figure.
The room was filled with Fu Qin's unique, cool scent, which instantly made Ning Rongrong's cheeks flush red.
She bit her lower lip, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes, but even more so, a determination.
She slowly removed her clothes, her fair skin glowing with a lustrous sheen under the moonlight, like the finest mutton fat jade.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Rongrong lifted Fu Qin's blanket and gently slipped inside.
The warmth of the blankets, carrying Fu Qin's body heat, was comforting and reassuring, calming her tense heart somewhat.
She curled up, pressing herself tightly against Fu Qin's back, feeling his steady and powerful heartbeat.
Fu Qin was fast asleep when he vaguely felt someone slip into his bed, carrying a unique fragrance.
He subconsciously assumed that Xiao Wu was craving his embrace again, and as usual, she was snuggling into his bed for comfort. A doting smile appeared on his lips, and he pulled the person behind him into his arms, covering her mouth at the same time.
"Hmm...don't be silly..." Fu Qin's voice was hoarse from just waking up, and his tone was full of indulgence.
He didn't open his eyes, but habitually lowered his head and kissed the person in his arms, his actions carrying a hint of urgency and domineering.
Ning Rongrong was stunned by Fu Qin's sudden action, her cheeks flushed instantly, and her breathing became rapid.
She tried to speak, but Fu Qin covered her mouth, and she could only let out soft sobs.
Feeling Fu Qin's domineering kiss and burning hands, her body gradually softened. She closed her eyes and silently endured this sudden tenderness.
Fu Qin's actions were somewhat rough. Perhaps he thought the other person was the familiar Xiao Wu, or perhaps his lust was ignited in the dead of night. He didn't show much gentleness and just took what he needed based on instinct.
Within minutes, a muffled sob came from beneath her, and glistening tears welled up in her eyes.
The sobbing carried a strange vulnerability, completely different from Xiao Wu's usual innocent charm. Fu Qin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly opened his eyes, using the moonlight from the window to see the face of the person in his arms.
What came into view was not Xiao Wu's smiling face, but Ning Rongrong's tearful appearance.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, her face streaked with tears, and her gaze held a hint of pain, yet also a touch of stubbornness. Her lips were tightly pressed together, and she was trying her best not to make a sound.
Fu Qin froze instantly, his heart filled with shock and disbelief. How could it be Ning Rongrong?!
He quickly released his hand from her mouth, his eyes filled with shock and panic: "Rongrong? What are you doing here...?"
Ning Rongrong bit her lip, tears streaming down her face like broken beads, her voice choked with sobs.
"Brother Fu Qin...I...I like you...I want to marry you..."
Looking at Ning Rongrong's tear-streaked yet still stubborn face, feeling the soft body in his arms and the lingering fragrance on her, Fu Qin felt a mix of emotions.
Now that things have come to this, the die is cast, and no amount of explanation will help.
He knew that Ning Rongrong genuinely liked him; otherwise, she wouldn't have made such a bold move.
Guilt and pity welled up in his heart. Fu Qin gently wiped away Ning Rongrong's tears, his tone becoming incredibly tender.
"Silly little sister, why are you so silly?" He became incredibly gentle, afraid of hurting the little helper in his arms again.
Ning Rongrong felt Fu Qin's gentleness, and the grievances and pain in her heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of sweetness and peace of mind.
She stretched out her arms and hugged Fu Qin's neck tightly, burying her face in his chest, feeling his steady heartbeat. Tears still flowed uncontrollably, but this time, they were tears of happiness.
o(╥﹏╥)o
Fu Qin held Ning Rongrong in his arms, his movements gentle and slow. He could clearly feel the girl's innocence and fragility in his arms, and his desire was gradually replaced by pity.
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Moonlight streamed through the window, bathing the two of them in a warm and intimate glow.
Only their breathing and heartbeats remained in the room, intertwined.
Their passionate lovemaking continued into the early hours of the morning. Ning Rongrong was exhausted and fell into a deep sleep in Fu Qin's arms.
Her face still bore traces of wet tears, yet a sweet smile graced her lips; she was clearly having a sweet dream. Fu Qin gently stroked her long hair, a look of helplessness on his face.
Goodness.
If Xiao Wu knew that he had inexplicably slept with Ning Rongrong, she would definitely be jealous.
However, this is something she will have to accept sooner or later, after all, he can't really stay with one wife for the rest of his life.
【Ning Rongrong's favorability +200, current favorability points: 557】
【Ning Rongrong's inner thoughts: Brother Fu Qin, in this life, I'm yours! No matter what happens, I will never leave you!】
Fu Qin lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on Ning Rongrong's forehead, then hugged her tightly and closed his eyes.
He could feel the warmth of the girl in his arms and smell her faint fragrance, and his heart was at peace.
However, beneath this tranquility lurks a hidden worry.
Ning Rongrong is the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. If that old fox Ning Fengzhi finds out about what she has done, he will definitely be in deep trouble.