"Brother Jian, can we stay at Grandpa Jian's place these days?"

Under the incomprehensible looks of the Qibao Glazed Sect guards, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong came back with wet hair.

"Didn't you say that Grandpa Jian might have to immerse himself in it for a few days? Then the two of us will be left!" Ning Rongrong shook Qin Jian's hand and said.

"I live with my teacher, isn't it normal to go back there?"

Qin Jian looked back at her with a puzzled expression: "Rongrong, where do you think we should live?"

"Well…"

Only caring about Tibetans and forgetting rationality...

Ning Rongrong's little face was embarrassed: "Originally...I wanted to ask you to go to my small building..."

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

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

Ning Rongrong started to hold his hand again, shaking and shaking it.

Who can resist the coquettishness of a beautiful girl...

"Okay, okay, you can go wherever you want." Qin Jian's face was full of doting.

Stepping into the small building facing the lake hand in hand again, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong stopped at the same time, with countless lights and shadows floating in their eyes.

The feeling of being separated from another world was so strong that it overwhelmed the two of them in an instant.

Their beginning is here, originating from telling stories, changing from quantity to tacit understanding training, and sublimating from breaking up.

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

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

Many years have passed, and the style of the furniture here has not changed at all and is well maintained.

Qin Jian walked to her and sat down. He couldn't help but pick up the princess and put her on top of him.

He was leaning against the sofa with his back, but he was pressed against Ning Rongrong in front of him.

"Brother Jian, I really like you hugging me..."

Her eyes curved into a crescent shape: "Every time you hold me, I feel that our hearts are together and we are very, very close."

Qin Jian hugged her waist tightly, and gently brushed her back with his palms, and the silky long hair fell from his palms.

The fragrance emanates from the hair, elegant and pleasant.

"I also like to hold my Rongrong."

Their necks were completely touching, and the faint body fragrance invaded her nose. Qin Jian couldn't help but kiss the gooseneck of her collar.

The warm breath came, and Ning Rongrong's breathing became slightly faster: "Brother Jian..."

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

Qin Jian's heartbeat accelerated slightly. He stood up with her in his arms and walked to his own room. He opened it skillfully, only to find that the place remained the same.

Thank you teacher…

Forget it, let’s thank the maid who worked so hard to clean up...

"Snapped…"

He closed the door with his feet, turned on the light switch, and then sat on the bed with Ning Rongrong in his arms.

Although the speed was fast enough, after a short delay, the rapidly rising desire cooled slightly and was replaced by love, which surged up again and suppressed the desire.

"Brother Jian, this is the first time I see you wearing such gorgeous clothes..."

Ning Rongrong reached out and brushed the high stand-up collar and blinked: "Are they the clothes you wore in Wuhun Hall?"

"Well, it's my chief referee's clothes." Qin Jian nodded.

"Head referee…"

Ning Rongrong looked up at him: "Brother Jian, the female pope...does she trust you so much?"

Qin Jian was not in the Shura field, so he didn't understand her meaning for a while. He thought she was worried, so he couldn't help but comfort him: "Although the relationship between me and her is complicated, she can still be trusted now, not just those messy things."

The reason is also because I now have the same strength as her."

Although it can only break out for a few minutes, the sage will...

"The reason for the mess..."

Ning Rongrong's little hands suddenly grasped the clothes on his chest, and said with some uneasiness: "Brother Jian, is she really willing to share such a high status with others? Can she endure our engagement?"

"Well…"

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

Ning Rongrong looked at him sideways: "Brother Jian, do you still need to be secretive in front of Rongrong?"

Qin Jian: "..."

I have to say that Ning Rongrong is still very keen, especially Bibi Dong's judgment is very accurate. Bibi Dong is indeed extremely hostile to the engagement between the two of them.

When it's her turn, I don't know what will happen...

"Rongrong..."

Qin Jian hugged her soft body tightly, looked into her anxious eyes, and said seriously: "I promise you, no one can terminate our engagement."

"Brother Jian..."

A hint of joy suddenly appeared in Ning Rongrong's eyes: "Can you come back this time... and me..."

Halfway through her words, the excitement in her eyes extinguished again.

The disappointment in her eyes only flickered for a moment, then disappeared. When she looked up again, she could no longer see any sad emotions.

This time even Qin Jian failed to understand what she meant.

"Rongrong, what are we doing with you? Tell me."

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

Ning Rongrong looked at him blankly.

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

It's just a marriage contract, so the obstacle is not big, but if she gets married now, it will be difficult for her brother Jian to move forward in the future.

So she laughed softly, leaned into Qin Jian's ear and whispered: "Brother Jian, help me take off this royal dress. This dress is too complicated and very uncomfortable to wear..."

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.

As expected, Qin Jian was unaware of her true wish.

He smiled and held up her waist, asking her to move away from him, his eyes full of smiles: "This is also the first time I have seen Rongrong wearing such noble and gorgeous clothes. I have to say, it is very perfect, my Rongrong."

Rong was born to be a princess."

Ning Rongrong was also laughing: "It doesn't matter what a princess is. If my father hadn't said this could help Brother Jian, I wouldn't be too lazy to be a princess!"

Qin Jian was quite good at taking off clothes. Even though the royal attire was very complicated, he only studied it for a while and successfully peeled it off for Ning Rongrong.

"Brother Jian is so awesome. The first time I took it off, I struggled for a long time. The maids helped me take it off."

Ning Rongrong took advantage of the situation and took out her snow-white arm, turning into the light green elf again.

Because under the complicated palace dress, she was wearing a green-to-blue one-piece short skirt.

"Rongrong, do you like green so much? In my impression, every dress you wear is this color."

Qin Jian resisted and held her in his arms again. She felt much better now, despite the complicated outfit.

"I don't really like this color, I just think it suits me very well..."

Ning Rongrong looked at him and said, "It's green, so suitable..."
Chapter completed!