Ning Rongrong Recovers Her Memories

"Brother Fu Qin is such a stand-up guy! Giving away a thousand-year soul bone just like that—that's a real man!"

Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling.

"My god, he even managed to slay a Man Faced Demon Spider; Brother Fu Qin is way too fierce! If I could get my hands on a set of flying swords like that, wouldn't I be able to walk sideways wherever I go in the future?"

Only Oscar kept his head down, his fingers digging fiercely into the ground.

Under the influence of the Intelligence-Reducing Halo, the lingering resentment he felt toward Fu Qin had long since twisted into a burning, consuming jealousy.

Why? Why does Fu Qin get to have a thousand-year soul bone? Why is he able to forge such powerful magical artifacts? Why does everyone have nothing but praise for him?

A wave of sourness spread from the bottom of his heart to his very limbs; his jealousy score skyrocketed by +51, instantly breaking the 150 mark, and a trace of imperceptible gloom flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The night was like ink, with only a crescent moon hanging in the sky.

With a heart pounding against her ribs, Ning Rongrong tiptoed through the silent courtyard, her goose-yellow skirt sweeping across the grass and leaving behind a soft, rustling sound.

A favorability score of over three hundred had long since breached her inner defenses. In her eyes, Fu Qin was not only powerful and attentive, but the perfect man who had even forged magical artifacts just for her.

In this life, she would marry no one but Fu Qin!

Rather than waiting, it was better to take the initiative—to make the raw rice into cooked rice so that Fu Qin would have no way to back out.

Arriving at Fu Qin's window, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath, gathered a wisp of Soul Power at her fingertips, and gently pushed the window open.

She moved as lightly as a cat, tiptoeing into the room. The moonlight filtered through the gap in the window, outlining her exquisite, curvaceous figure.

The room was filled with the unique, crisp scent of Fu Qin, making Ning Rongrong's cheeks flush bright red instantly.

She bit her lower lip, a trace of shyness flashing in her eyes, though it was outweighed by determination.

She slowly shed her clothes, her fair skin glowing with a lustrous sheen under the moonlight, like fine mutton-fat jade.

Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Rongrong lifted Fu Qin's quilt and slipped inside.

The warmth of the bedding carried Fu Qin's body heat, comforting and reassuring, which helped settle her nervous heart a little.

She curled up, pressing tightly against Fu Qin's back, feeling his steady, powerful heartbeat.

Fu Qin was in a deep sleep, and in his hazy state, he felt someone slip into his bed, accompanied by a distinct, fragrant scent.

Subconsciously thinking it was Xiao Wu craving his embrace again—as she often did when seeking comfort—a doting smile curled his lips. He reached back to pull the person into his arms, simultaneously covering her mouth with his hand.

"Mmm... stop messing around..." Fu Qin's voice was raspy from sleep, his tone filled with indulgence.

He didn't open his eyes, simply leaning down by habit to kiss the person in his arms, his movements carrying a hint of urgency and dominance.

Ning Rongrong went rigid from Fu Qin's sudden actions, her face turning beet-red, her breathing becoming shallow and rapid.

She tried to speak, but with her mouth covered by Fu Qin's hand, she could only emit soft, muffled whimpers.

Feeling Fu Qin's dominant kiss and his scorching palms, her body gradually softened. She closed her eyes, silently enduring this sudden, tangled intimacy.

Fu Qin's movements were somewhat rough—perhaps because he assumed the person was the familiar Xiao Wu, or perhaps because his late-night desires had been ignited—he offered little tenderness, taking what he wanted by instinct.

Within minutes, a suppressed whimper sounded from beneath him, and crystal-clear tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.

This whimper carried a strange, fragile quality, entirely different from Xiao Wu's usual playful bashfulness. Fu Qin's heart skipped a beat. He snapped his eyes open, and by the moonlight streaming through the window, he clearly saw the face of the person in his arms.

What met his gaze was not Xiao Wu's smiling face, but Ning Rongrong's tear-streaked visage.

Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears traced lines down her face, and her expression held a mix of pain and stubbornness; she bit her lip tightly, forcing herself not to cry out.

Fu Qin's movements froze instantly, a massive storm brewing in his heart. How could it be Ning Rongrong?!

He hurriedly pulled his hand away from her mouth, his eyes filled with shock and panic: "Rongrong? How are you...?"

Ning Rongrong bit her lip, tears rolling down like broken strings of pearls, her voice choked with sobs.

"Brother Fu Qin... I... I like you... I want to marry you..."

Looking at Ning Rongrong's tear-stained yet stubborn face, and feeling her soft body in his arms along with her lingering fragrance, Fu Qin felt a complex mix of emotions.

Things had reached this point; the raw rice was already cooked, and no amount of explanation would change that.

He knew that Ning Rongrong truly liked him, otherwise, she would never have made such a bold move.

Guilt and pity surged in his heart. Fu Qin gently wiped the tears from Ning Rongrong's face, his tone becoming infinitely tender.

"Silly girl, why be so foolish?" He became incredibly gentle, terrified of hurting the little support-class girl in his arms again.

Feeling Fu Qin's tenderness, the grievance and pain in Ning Rongrong's heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of sweetness and peace.

She reached out her arms, wrapping them tightly around Fu Qin's neck, and buried her face in his chest to listen to his steady heartbeat. The tears continued to flow, but this time, they were tears of happiness.

(sob)

Fu Qin held Ning Rongrong, his movements soft and slow. He could clearly feel the maiden's innocence and fragility, his desire gradually replaced by pity.

(smug)

The moonlight shone through the window, casting a glow over the two of them and outlining an intimate, warm silhouette.

In the room, only their breathing and heartbeats remained, woven together.

The intimacy lasted until the second half of the night, and Ning Rongrong, already exhausted, fell into a deep sleep in Fu Qin's arms.

Her face was still streaked with undried tears, yet a sweet smile hung on the corners of her lips; clearly, she was having a pleasant dream. Fu Qin gently stroked her long hair, a look of helplessness appearing on his face.

Good grief.

He had inexplicably ended up sleeping with Ning Rongrong, and if Xiao Wu were to find out about this, she would definitely be jealous.

But this was something she would have to accept sooner or later; after all, he couldn't possibly stay with just one woman his entire life.

[Ning Rongrong affection +200, current affection 557 points]

[Ning Rongrong's inner thoughts: Brother Fu Qin, for this lifetime, I am yours! No matter what happens, I will never leave you!]

Fu Qin lowered his head, pressed a soft kiss to Ning Rongrong's forehead, then held her tightly and closed his eyes.

He could feel the warmth of the young girl in his arms and smell the faint, delicate fragrance on her, his heart filled with peace.

However, beneath this tranquility lay a hidden worry.

Ning Rongrong was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect; if that old fox Ning Fengzhi were to find out about what she had done, he would surely be in for a world of trouble.