Ning Rongrong: I'll Never Forgive You So Easily!

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Rongrong's bedroom was brightly lit.

She sat before her dressing table, propping her cheeks up with both hands, a smug little smile curling at her lips.

"Hmph, that idiot Chen Fan must be panicking by now, right?"

"He must be running around in circles outside, too scared to disturb my rest."

An entire drama had already played out in the maiden's mind.

Tomorrow morning, Chen Fan would surely be standing at her door with the most precious gift in his hands.

When that time came, she would first put on a cold face and scold him from head to toe!

She would make him understand that this young lady's dress was ten thousand times more important than his lousy proposals!

Once his attitude in admitting fault was sincere enough, she would "reluctantly" forgive him.

At that thought, a hint of sweetness welled up in Ning Rongrong's heart.

She glanced toward the corner, where torn scraps of paper were scattered all over the floor.

Those were the development plans Chen Fan had written for the sect after staying up several nights in a row.

"Honestly..."

She gave a soft snort, stood up, and, though somewhat unwilling, carefully picked up the scraps one by one.

She pieced them together on the table, trying to restore them.

"This is already an enormous concession from me! For the sake of how 'considerate' I am, I'll scold him a little less tomorrow."

She thought smugly, as though she could already see Chen Fan becoming so moved by her "concern" that he could barely speak, becoming even more devoted to her.

That night, Ning Rongrong was too excited to fall asleep for a long time.

Yet even when dawn came, the familiar figure she had been waiting for never appeared.

She did not know that the person she had been expecting was already thousands of miles away.

***

In the Outer Area of the Star Dou Great Forest, in a clearing near a stream.

The bonfire crackled, its orange-red glow illuminating two young faces.

"I'll go set up the tent."

Chen Fan dusted himself off and was about to get to work.

"No need."

A soft voice rang out.

Chen Fan froze, then turned around.

Na'er had somehow already laid out the tent. On a stone slab beside it, several golden-brown pieces of roasted meat rested on clean leaves, their fragrance filling the air.

He had not even noticed when she had finished doing all of that.

Chen Fan went to the stream to wash his hands. When he returned, before he could steady himself, his wrist was caught by a slightly cool little hand.

Na'er applied a little force and pressed him down onto the sleeping bag beside the fire.

She picked up the stone slab holding the roasted meat, cut off a small piece with a knife, and held it to his lips.

Her purple eyes shimmered in the firelight, gentle yet carrying a hint of a maiden's willfulness.

Chen Fan looked at the piece of meat held to his mouth, momentarily stunned.

Na'er's face was very close. Her delicate skin glowed softly beneath the firelight, while mist swirled within her purple eyes.

A faint fragrance drifted over.

After a long moment of breathing, Chen Fan seemed to hear the thudding of a heart.

Only... he did not know whether it was his own or Na'er's.

"We're a couple, so this is how it should be."

"Come on, ah~~"

"Open your mouth."

Gu Yuena's thin red lips moved, and Chen Fan felt as though he did not even know what she was saying anymore...

A tremor stirred in his heart, embarrassment intertwining with a certain warmth.

Under Na'er's insistent gaze, he finally opened his mouth.

The meat entered his mouth, crisp on the outside and tender within. It was a delicacy he had never tasted before.

The meal ended amid that strange atmosphere of one feeding and the other eating.

After dinner, Na'er somehow produced a clean handkerchief. She lightly rose onto her toes and wiped away the grease at the corner of his mouth.

Her movements were so gentle that they left him feeling a little dazed.

Chen Fan could not help but make a sarcastic remark.

"If it were Ning Rongrong, I'd probably still have to take care of her at a time like this."

Na'er's gaze instantly darkened.

"Don't mention her."

Her voice was not loud, but it carried a chill.

Chen Fan felt helpless. Na'er was good in every way, except that her jealousy came far too quickly.

But on second thought, was that not proof that she cared about him?

Just as he was about to say something, Na'er spoke again in a faint voice, her tone dangerous.

"She made you so unhappy. One day, I'll destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and avenge you."

Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly persuaded her. "That's not necessary, not necessary... The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has treated me quite well."

After much coaxing and persuasion, he finally managed to make the killing intent in Na'er's eyes slowly fade away.

Chen Fan sighed inwardly.

Na'er's true nature was ultimately that of a Soul Beast, not a human.

This gentleness of hers would probably only ever be shown before him.

Toward others, she might not possess even the slightest softness.

But...

It actually felt pretty great.

As night deepened, the crackling of the bonfire gradually weakened as well.

Chen Fan stood up and patted the grass clippings off himself.

"It's late. I'll go prepare the bedding."

"Mm."

Na'er nodded obediently, tilting up her Little Face to look at him. Her purple eyes glittered brilliantly in the firelight.

Seeing how completely defenseless she looked, Chen Fan could not resist making a joke.

"You trust me Just like this? You're not even on guard?"

Upon hearing that, Na'er merely smiled shyly, the dancing flames reflected in her purple eyes.

She said nothing, but that trust was more direct than any words could be.

Chen Fan's heart stirred, and on a whim, he teased her again.

"If you're like this, I won't be able to resist doing something."

After saying that, he turned and crawled into the tent, still feeling somewhat uneasy over his own boldness.

Yet in the next second, he froze.

Inside the small tent, there was only one sleeping bag laid out.

One... double sleeping bag.

Just as Chen Fan was about to turn around and ask what was going on, a soft, delicate body blocked the entrance of the tent, cutting off his retreat.

Na'er stood there prettily, both hands behind her back, her face still wearing that gentle smile.

Yet those beautiful purple eyes were fixed steadily on him, without the slightest hint of yielding.

Chen Fan: "..."

He sighed inwardly.

Hunters often appeared in the guise of prey.

Helpless, Chen Fan could only resign himself to lying down inside the sleeping bag.

The moment he lay down, the zipper behind him was pulled open, and Na'er nimbly slipped inside.

Her warm body pressed tightly against his back. Her soft hair brushed over his neck, bringing a tingling itch. A faint fragrance drifted into his nose, suddenly stirring a wave of heat within Chen Fan.

This feeling of being cherished in someone's palm, treated as a precious treasure...

It felt far more exhilarating than at any time when he had been with Ning Rongrong.

Drowsiness gradually overcame him, and he felt a soft little hand gently patting his back.

"Sleep... sleep."

Na'er's voice was Very light, carrying a strange soothing power, like a lullaby hummed by a mother.

Chen Fan's consciousness quickly sank into darkness.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The lights in Ning Rongrong's bedroom were still on.

She wrapped herself in the blanket like a silkworm cocoon, exposing only her puffed-up Little Face as she muttered nonstop.

"Chen Fan, you big idiot, why haven't you come to coax me yet..."

"If I don't like the gift you bring tomorrow, I absolutely, absolutely won't forgive you!"