Lin Yichen gathered his thoughts and turned toward the door.
Ning Rongrong was still standing there, neither coming in nor leaving.
No matter how dense or slow Lin Yichen was, he could tell something was wrong with her.
Lin Yichen jogged over, bent down, and looked at Ning Rongrong.
Lin Yichen was nearly a head taller than her. Normally, Ning Rongrong had to tilt her head up to look at him.
"Rongrong, what's wrong?"
"You were fine just now. Why aren't you saying anything?"
Ning Rongrong slowly raised her head. Her little mouth opened and closed, but she still said nothing.
However, her small, childish hands were still tugging at the corner of Lin Yichen's clothes.
Lin Yichen suddenly thought of something and immediately felt both amused and helpless.
When he had fought Bone Douluo earlier, he seemed to have released a tiny bit of his alluring aura.
Ning Rongrong had apparently been there at the time.
Then...
A chill ran down his back. Fortunately, he had only released it for a few minutes.
Otherwise, the consequences would have been unthinkable.
If Sword and Bone Douluo saw their beloved granddaughter clinging to him like she was in heat...
He would probably have been scared out of his wits long ago.
Lin Yichen lowered his head to look at Ning Rongrong's hand gripping his clothes, rapidly considering how to handle this.
He could not push her away directly. That would definitely hurt her pride, and it would not benefit him either.
But what if he did not push her away and simply accepted it?
Lin Yichen could not help shuddering.
It seemed he had to keep a careful balance!
Lin Yichen patted Ning Rongrong's head and said gently, "Rongrong, if you're not feeling well, shall we go out and rest for