"You... You bastard..."

Ning Rongrong fiercely wiped away the tears on his face, shook off Qin Jian's hand, turned around and left.

But the next moment, a warm embrace embraced her from behind.

"Rongrong... Don't go..."

The warm breath sprayed on the crystal earlobes, making all the tears that Ning Rongrong had finally held back suddenly gushed out again.

"You let go of me... Let go of me..."

Ning Rongrong struggled insincerely, but was hugged tighter and tighter by Qin Jian.

"Rongrong..."

Qin Jian suddenly let go of his embrace, but before Ning Rongrong could escape, he took her hand and turned it around, making her face him, and then... Hugged it again!

"No... No! ”

Ning Rongrong, who thought he would vomit blood, subconsciously broke free, but he didn't expect Qin Jian to hold it so tightly.

"Hurry up and let me go! Let go of me! You're going to get hurt and you're going to vomit blood! ”

Qin Jian ignored Ning Rongrong's struggle, he held her in his arms and said in a low voice: "It's death... I don't want to let you go! ”

Ning Rongrong's anger and grievances suddenly disappeared, leaving only a soft little heart, beating throbbing.

The next moment, the two of them distanced themselves slightly, and then a touch of fiery softness came up, and Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.

She subconsciously struggled again, but found that Qin Jian did not appear to be unusual, this time the hug and kiss... Nothing happened!

"It's nice... I can hug you... I can kiss you..."

After a long kiss, Qin Jian gently touched her forehead, and the tip of her nose wanted to touch.

"Brother Sword..."

Ning Rongrong was immersed in the hug between the two of them for the first time in more than two years, his expression was in a trance, his eyes were blurred, and the whole person was like bathing in a hot spring, so comfortable that he just wanted to fall asleep.

"Brother Jian, why did you do that kind of thing with Zhuqing?"

Finally, Ning Rongrong's train of thought returned to the thing she cared about the most.

Qin Jian opened his mouth, but he didn't know where to start.

Although he was almost pushed backwards, as if he was not responsible, he couldn't say anything about such a shameful thing...

Ning Rongrong looked at his appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, his big eyes blinked, and suddenly his hands touched his chest, and said, "You didn't take the initiative, right?" ”

Qin Jian: "......"

Ning Rongrong's eyes slowly became dangerous: "That is to say... It's okay for this guy to steal it... And she took the initiative to steal it, and when it was over, she still wanted me to comfort her? ”

She violently pushed Qin Jian away and rushed out the door.

But when he was about to step out of the door, he was pulled back by Qin Jian's hand and fell into his arms.

"Rongrong, are you going to go back to her in the middle of the night to settle accounts?" Qin Jian hugged her helplessly.

Ning Rongrong patted his chest hatefully, gritted his teeth and said, "Are you protecting her now?!" ”

Qin Jian stroked his forehead: "Rongrong, this kind of thing can't be blamed on her alone..."

"Then you tell me... How did you get started? ”

Ning Rongrong pointed his finger at his chest, and his eyes were filled with murderous aura.

"Uh... It is... Well... So what... She pushed me down... Hmm..."Qin Jian covered his face as he spoke.

"Brother Jian, I don't believe your self-control is so poor..."

Ning Rongrong's fingers swirled around him, and with his other hand, he took out a dagger at some point, and said leisurely: "Brother Jian, don't you want a small head?" ”

Qin Jian was stunned and said decisively: "She ate a whole bag of catnip." ”

Zhuqing, Zhuqing, forgive me for your future happiness...

"Catnip? A whole bag? ”

Ning Rongrong's entire head was full of question marks, but soon she remembered Zhu Zhuqing's enthusiasm after eating a few slices of catnip in the soul fighting arena, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly: "She really fought hard to dedicate herself... I... I admire..."

Qin Jian was embarrassed.

Ning Rongrong's eyes flickered for a while, and he suddenly raised his head and looked at him directly: "Brother Jian, obviously I am the first, how can you let her do it first?" ”

The embarrassed Qin Jian immediately sweated profusely: "You were too young at that time..."

"Isn't it very old now? Zhuqing, she's still younger than me! ”

Ning Rongrong crossed his waist and said, "I see that you are not young, right?" ”

"It's not age what can be... uh..."

Qin Jian suddenly paused, his gaze moved down uncontrollably, his gaze turned slightly in a circle, and he quickly retracted it.

But his small action obviously couldn't escape Ning Rongrong's gaze, and she immediately looked like she was about to cry: "You really think I'm small... Woo..."

"No, Rongrong..."

Qin Jian shook his head slowly, and said in a low voice: "No, Rongrong, I just don't want to hurt you..."

His words made Ning Rongrong tilt his little head in confusion: "What does this have to do with not wanting to hurt me?" ”

Qin Jian cupped her smooth little face, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "Think about the scene we had at that time, if we were separated after that relationship, what would you think of me?" A scumbag who runs away after eating and wiping? ”

Ning Rongrong thought about it for a while and understood that what Qin Jian said was true, this had nothing to do with being small, after all, there was an existence of soul power on this continent, and it was normal to be precocious.

But the situation of the two of them at that time, if it really happened and then separated, then it would really be difficult for her Ning Rongrong not to suspect that Qin Jian was a scumbag.

Later, she could understand her true heart and choose to trust completely, all because everything Qin Jian did at that time, whether it was hunting soul beasts for her or exchanging immortal herbs for her, she didn't ask for anything in return.

Giving without asking for anything in return is the key to supporting Ning Rongrong to get to where he is now, and even tolerating the existence of others.

If something happened at that time, then their first love would no longer be pure...

"Okay stinky man, I believe you." Ning Rongrong waved his hand, which seemed to be very generous.

Qin Jian was speechless: "Believe me, still a stinky man?" ”

"Hmph, logically I should forgive you, but women can be unreasonable, don't you know?"

Ning Rongrong raised his chin as a matter of course: "I'm just not happy!" ”

What else can Qin Jian say at this time, of course it's to kiss down!

The fool continued to discuss with her whether it was right or not! It's not a Qiong Yao drama!

"Hmm..."

Sure enough, it was soft as soon as he kissed, and Ning Rongrong's small appearance, which he originally hated, immediately became as soft as water.

Qin Jian, who was just focused on gnawing, didn't notice a small foot appearing behind his heel, and then tripped hard...

Bang!

Qin Jian fell on the bed in response, Ning Rongrong rode on him, pressed his chest with both hands, and said inwardly: "Why did she come from behind, and I... Want! ”

It was not the first time they had done this kind of thing to roll the sheets, Ning Rongrong was very familiar with it, but what to do after rolling it would require Qin Jian to provide experience.

Whether it's the beauty of snow-capped mountains or the perfect quality cream skin, it belongs to the category of indescribable...