Soothing the Haughty Little Witch, Qin Ming Delivers an Invitation

Gu Feng looked at Ning Rongrong, who was pressed against his chest.

The little girl still had her hands on her hips, her cheeks puffed out and her entire face flushed red from holding it in.

They had known each other for barely half a month since meeting on the outskirts of the Star Dou Great Forest.

He had not expected her reaction to be this strong, as if she had caught him red-handed.

Was the underlying logic of Love Continent really that powerful? Had she already fallen for him?

Gu Feng did not rush to push her away. Instead, he bent down and brought his face close to Ning Rongrong's ear.

Their noses were nearly touching.

Ning Rongrong could even feel the warm breath he exhaled brushing against her eyelashes, making them tingle.

Gu Feng deliberately teased her.

"Rongrong cares this much... Don't tell me you're jealous?"

Ning Rongrong's entire face instantly turned red, the blush spreading all the way to her ears and neck. She panicked and took half a step back, her little hands twisting the hem of her clothes with nowhere else to go.

"Who... who's jealous?!"

"Don't flatter yourself!"

Ning Rongrong raised her chin and retorted loudly.

"You belong to me! You're a member of my Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"

"Of course I have to keep an eye on you for Father, so those loose women outside don't steal your soul away!"

Gu Feng stepped forward again, closing the distance between them once more.

"Since you're going to keep me in line, tell me first. What exactly is our relationship now?"

Ning Rongrong froze on the spot. Her cheeks were frighteningly hot, and it seemed as though steam was rising from her head. Her mind had completely stopped working.

A steam princess!

"Yeah! What kind of relationship is it?"

Ning Rongrong's mind turned into a complete mess.

She quickly went over every little moment from the past half month.

That was right. What exactly was their relationship?

Fellow disciples? But what ordinary fellow disciples hugged and held each other every day?

Friends? What friends used airflow through their clothes to massage each other's legs and shoulders every night? And every time she was done, her whole body went limp and weak.

Besides... this guy really was flawless-looking, clean and refreshing, while his strength was absurdly powerful.

Most importantly, whenever she was by his side, she seemed never to have suffered any grievance.

Ning Rongrong's heart fluttered wildly, her little feet unconsciously curling against the soles of her shoes.

But they had only known each other for half a month!

Wasn't this moving way too fast?

If she agreed too easily, would that make her seem too improper?

Ning Rongrong bit her lower lip, lowering her head further and further as she tightly clutched her clothes, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Just as her tangled thoughts were about to make her explode, Gu Feng's soft laugh sounded beside her ear.

Ning Rongrong suddenly raised her head.

Gu Feng stood before her with his arms folded, a teasing expression on his face. He was clearly just messing with her.

"You! Gu Feng!"

Only then did Ning Rongrong realize that he had toyed with her.

She stomped her feet in anger, raising her delicate fists and raining a flurry of blows on Gu Feng's shoulder.

"You only know how to bully me!"

"You big jerk! Bastard! I'll beat you to death!"

Her little fists landed softly on his shoulder without any force at all, making it look more like she was acting cute.

Gu Feng raised a hand, caught Ning Rongrong's restless wrist, and pulled her into his arms.

Ning Rongrong crashed into his embrace and instantly quieted down, his steady heartbeat filling her ears.

"Alright, stop making a fuss. Be good."

Gu Feng softened his voice and patted her back twice.

Ning Rongrong buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder and muttered quietly.

"Who wants to listen to you..."

Her words were stubborn, but her body showed no intention of struggling free.

Gu Feng looked down at the little girl in his arms and began explaining the serious matter.

"That woman on the stage just now had the Jade Phosphorous Serpent as her martial soul."

"In all of Heaven Dou City, only the Dugu Family possesses that martial soul."

"She should be Dugu Yan, the only granddaughter of Poison Douluo Dugu Bo."

At the mention of Poison Douluo, Ning Rongrong's body stiffened slightly.

She poked half her head out from Gu Feng's arms and blinked her large eyes.

"Poison Douluo's granddaughter?"

Ning Rongrong carefully recalled the face she had seen in the stands earlier, then suddenly understood.

"No wonder she looked familiar! I think I saw her once before at a Heaven Dou royal banquet!"

Back in the waiting area, Ning Rongrong had been completely focused on Gu Feng and had not paid any attention to what her opponent looked like.

Only after hearing Gu Feng say this did she match the name to the person.

Gu Feng continued, "Dugu Bo is a Titled Douluo. He has an eccentric and solitary temperament, and he is extremely protective and vengeful."

"If I had directly used the Myriad-Gap Wind Blade to seriously injure her on the stage, then even if the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect feared him not, you would have plenty of trouble moving around Heaven Dou City in the future."

"No one can guard against a venomous snake skilled in poison that hides in the shadows watching you all day."

"Using the wind to push her off the stage won us the soul battle without harming her in the slightest. That was the safest approach."

After hearing Gu Feng's explanation, the little knot in Ning Rongrong's heart completely vanished.

So this guy had not been going easy on her because she was pretty. He had been considering the bigger picture, while also sparing Ning Rongrong unnecessary trouble.

Still, the young lady could not lose face.

Ning Rongrong sniffed, pushed against Gu Feng's chest, and broke free from his embrace.

She turned her head aside, clasped her hands behind her back, and gave a light huff.

"I'll admit your explanation is reasonable enough."

"But next time you run into women like that, you still need to stay away from them, or you'll end up covered in filth!"

Gu Feng could not help but smile at her haughty little expression.

This little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might be somewhat spoiled, but when handled gently, she was quite amusing.

Just then, someone suddenly knocked on the lounge door from outside.

"Lord Wind God, are you inside?"

The respectful voice of a soul battle arena staff member came from beyond the door.

Gu Feng suppressed his smile and replied, "I'm here. What is it?"

The door opened a crack, and a uniformed attendant stood at the entrance, handing over a black-and-gold invitation.

"Lord Wind God, a Mr. Qin Ming outside, who claims to be the leader of the Imperial Fighting Team, wishes to meet you in the second-floor tea room."

Gu Feng accepted the invitation and rubbed its surface with his fingertips.

Qin Ming?

He had come looking for him so soon.

Ning Rongrong, who stood nearby, also leaned over and peered at the name on the invitation. Her eyebrows immediately shot up.

"The Imperial Fighting Team? Is that the team that green-haired woman was on?"

"They lost the match and can't accept it, so they want to cause trouble?"

Ning Rongrong grabbed Gu Feng's clothes and said fiercely, "Gu Feng, don't be afraid of them! I'll go with you!"

"I want to see just how capable those people from Heaven Dou Royal Academy are, daring to cause trouble for our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in Heaven Dou City!"

Gu Feng glanced at Ning Rongrong, whose face was practically screaming that she wanted to stand up for him, then casually put away the invitation.

"Let's go. We'll see what they're plotting."