"Sorry, something came up these past two days. I'll gradually make up for the missed updates."
"Rongrong, I like you. I don't want us to just be friends or classmates. I want you to be my woman."
Ning Rongrong had still been quietly nursing her sadness when Zhao Zilong suddenly said this. She felt a little happy, but even more at a loss. Smiling, she said, "Why did you suddenly say you like me? Did you and Yiran have an argument?"
"I've always liked you." Zhao Zilong looked at Ning Rongrong seriously. "So, I prepared a gift for you."
As he spoke, Zhao Zilong took a soul bone from his Soul Tool.
"This is... a soul bone?"
Zhao Zilong explained, "This is a head soul bone, around twenty-five thousand years old—the Illusory Wisdom Skull. For Soul Masters with gem-type martial souls, it's an excellent soul bone, and it suits you very well."
"You..." Ning Rongrong was stunned as she watched Zhao Zilong take out a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone just like that. He was directly giving her a soul bone? Even the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect was not this extravagant! And it was a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone. Even within the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones were extremely limited.
For a moment, Ning Rongrong did not know how to respond. Looking at Zhao Zilong, she asked, "Zi Long, did you and Yiran have an argument?"
"No. My relationship with Yiran is very good," Zhao Zilong answered calmly.
Ning Rongrong was even more confused. "Aren't you and Yiran boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"We are."
Ning Rongrong was so annoyed that she almost laughed. "Since you and Yiran are boyfriend and girlfriend, you still like me?"
Zhao Zilong looked even more puzzled. "Why can't I