Confession!

Su Yu sighed and finally nodded. "Alright, but lie still and behave. No moving around."

"Mm!"

Ning Rongrong immediately nodded obediently, released his finger, and scooted farther into the bed, making room for Su Yu on one side.

Su Yu sat down at the edge of the bed, took off his shoes, and carefully lay down, doing his best to keep some distance from her.

But Ning Rongrong seemed to have found something to rely on. She quietly edged closer, gently resting her little head against his arm.

Su Yu propped himself up slightly on one arm and looked at Ning Rongrong, who was still trying to squeeze into his embrace.

Ning Rongrong also noticed that something was off and cautiously opened her eyes to look at Su Yu.

The moment she opened them, she saw Su Yu propped on his arm, watching her with a smile.

"Ning Rongrong, tell me. What is it this time?"

Ning Rongrong pretended to be asleep, rolled to one side, and began breathing evenly.

A faint smile appeared on Su Yu's face as he gently sat beside Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong's asleep? Then let me see whether she's pretending. I heard that sleeping people won't lower their own arms. Let's find out!"

Su Yu lifted Ning Rongrong's arm. When he let go, it indeed remained suspended in the air.

Su Yu had already seen through Ning Rongrong's act, but he pretended not to know and said:

"Looks like Rongrong really is asleep. I should take her back to her own room, then!"

The instant Su Yu finished speaking, Ning Rongrong, who had been "sound asleep," abruptly opened her eyes. She clung to his arm with both hands and feet like a sulking kitten.

"I'm not asleep!"

Her cheeks were bright red. With her arm held up in midair by Su Yu just now, she had been holding herself back so hard that she was starting to panic. Now, she glared at him with wide eyes, her expression carrying a bit of frustration at being exposed.

"I just... I just..."

Su Yu was amused by her appearance. He reached out and flicked the tip of her nose.

"Who was pretending to sleep just now?"

Seeing Ning Rongrong lower her head without saying anything, Su Yu gently took her little hand.

"Alright, older brother isn't blaming you. Tell me, what happened?"

An embarrassed expression appeared on Ning Rongrong's face as she fidgeted and asked:

"Older brother, who do you think is prettier—Rongrong or that girl in pink from today?"

Seeing Ning Rongrong's bashful yet slightly nervous appearance, Su Yu immediately understood part of what was going on. He could not help but laugh as he reached out to rub her hair.

"What's there to compare?"

Ning Rongrong grew even more embarrassed under his gaze. Her fingertips twisted the corner of her clothes as she muttered softly:

"I just want to know..."

"That girl in pink is very lively, like a sunflower beneath the sun."

"But Rongrong is different. You're the Little Princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect—cute and spirited. When you smile, your eyes look as though stars have fallen into them. Your beauty is one of a kind."

As Ning Rongrong listened, a blush slowly spread across her cheeks.

That little awkwardness from before seemed to have been blown away by a spring breeze. The corners of her lips secretly curled upward, though she deliberately kept a straight face.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true." Su Yu flicked her cheek.

"In older brother's heart, Rongrong will always be the prettiest."

Ning Rongrong could no longer hold herself back. She threw herself into his arms and rubbed against him, her voice brimming with delight.

"I knew older brother loved me the most!"

"Alright, then why did Rongrong ask that?"

Ning Rongrong gently leaned against Su Yu's chest. "Isn't it because of you? You kept staring at that girl today."

"I thought older brother liked that girl and didn't like Rongrong anymore!"

"You little vinegar jar. Older brother was only curious about that girl's martial soul."

"Older brother only looked at that girl for a moment, and Rongrong was already jealous."

"If older brother gets a wife in the future, won't Rongrong be soaking in a vinegar jar every day?"

"That's easy. Rongrong can be older brother's wife in the future!"

The moment Ning Rongrong said that, the air fell silent.

The smile on Su Yu's face stiffened slightly as he lowered his head to look at the young girl in his arms.

She tilted up her little face, her eyes sparkling with a childlike innocence.

It was as though she had merely voiced the simplest thought, completely unaware of the weight behind her words.

Su Yu sighed helplessly and pinched her cheek, his tone caught between laughter and tears:

"What nonsense are you talking about? You're older brother's little sister, and you always will be."

Ning Rongrong wrinkled her nose indignantly and snuggled deeper into his arms.

"What's wrong with being a little sister? Little sisters can be wives too! Aren't there cousins in the sect who get married?"

"That's different."

Su Yu rubbed her hair, his voice gentle yet carrying an unquestionable seriousness.

"Rongrong is still young. You'll understand when you grow up. The feelings between siblings are different from other feelings—they're the closest and most dependable kind of bond. You can't joke about them."

He did not want this innocent Young Girl to come into contact with such complicated emotions too early. He only took it as a childish whim.

Ning Rongrong pouted at his words, but she did not argue further. She merely buried her face back in his chest and muttered sulkily.

"I'm not that young..."

Su Yu gently stroked Ning Rongrong's hair. "Rongrong, you're still young. You don't know what real love is."

"What you feel for older brother right now is mostly dependence, not real love!"

Hearing Su Yu's words, Ning Rongrong raised her head to look at him.

"Older brother, Rongrong knows what love is. Rongrong knows she loves older brother—the kind of love between a man and a woman!"

"Rongrong wants to marry older brother in the future and become older brother's wife!"

Su Yu froze at her words. Looking into Ning Rongrong's eyes, which were filled with earnestness, he found himself at a loss for how to respond.

After a moment of silence, his fingertips gently brushed over the ends of her hair, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness and tenderness.

"Rongrong, the world you've seen is still too small. When you meet more people and experience more things, perhaps you'll understand that the feelings you have now may not last forever."

But Ning Rongrong stubbornly shook her head, her little hand tightly clutching his sleeve.

"I don't care! Rongrong only knows that seeing older brother makes her happy, that she misses him when she can't see him, and that she gets angry when others bully him. That's love!"

She lifted her little face, her gaze clear and resolute, like a stubborn pebble determined to stir up a thousand waves in the lake of his heart.

Seeing her like this, the softest string in Su Yu's heart was gently plucked. In the end, he merely sighed and did not deny her outright.

"When you're a little older, if you still think this way, we'll talk about it again, all right?"

Seeing that he had not completely rejected her, Ning Rongrong's eyes instantly lit up. She nodded heavily.

"Mhm! Rongrong will prove to older brother that Rongrong loves older brother!"

"All right, Rongrong. We'll talk about this later. Now it's time for Rongrong to sleep!"

Ning Rongrong looked at Su Yu and asked cautiously, "All right... Then can Rongrong sleep while hugging older brother?"

Seeing the expression on Ning Rongrong's face, how could Su Yu bear to refuse her? "All right!"

"Yay!"

Ning Rongrong lay down while hugging Su Yu's arm.