Best Friends, One Blanket

With every half-step Chen Ling moved forward, Ning Rongrong instinctively shrank back an inch.

Amid this push and pull, her back finally pressed against the cold wall, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.

She could only freeze in place and watch helplessly as Chen Ling's figure loomed over her, so close that she could almost make out the fragmented glimmers in his eyes.

Her pair of clear, bright eyes blinked repeatedly, her gaze seeming cute and coquettish, yet also strangely seductive.

Their current posture was rather intimate. Ning Rongrong's slender hands pressed against the wall behind her, with the floor-to-ceiling window facing the street at her back. Meanwhile, Chen Ling had one leg positioned between her knees, steadily enclosing her within the narrow space between himself and the wall.

"So, what does Brother Chen Ling want?"

Ning Rongrong's voice was soft and sweet, its ending trembling faintly with barely concealed nervousness. Yet secretly, an unspoken anticipation surged within her heart.

It was a little early, but if she could use herself to tie Chen Ling down, that would not be so bad.

Ning Rongrong thought to herself, feeling somewhat delighted. Her charm really was this great—he could even give up the promise of a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, as long as he had her.

Besides, if the two of them truly got together, Ning Fengzhi would definitely agree to the previous conditions without the slightest hesitation.

No matter how many verbal promises or ties of interest there were, they could not compare to the stability of a genuine marriage alliance.

If they had children in the future, their bond would become impossible to sever.

Of course, by then, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect might be surnamed Chen.

The little witch's imagination had run wild. Her thoughts had already drifted far away as she privately pictured the romantic scenes to come. Tilting her head, she secretly pondered what position she ought to take later.

Would she be on top, or underneath? Or perhaps... they could start with a gentle kiss?

Ning Rongrong closed her eyes and leaned slightly toward Chen Ling.

Yet after more than ten seconds had passed, Ning Rongrong still did not feel any of the scorching hands or whatever else the books described.

Puzzled, she timidly opened her eyes, only to discover that Chen Ling had already returned to where he had been standing. He leaned against the side, watching her with an amused half-smile.

Even if he took her down under these circumstances, he would only gain a human-shaped cup. The Love Gu had not yet been completely planted.

Once it was truly planted, the other party would be even more proactive than him. People on the Douluo Continent were all exceptionally good at suppressing their desires.

Ning Rongrong had already completely taken the bait, so there was no need to rush.

His deliberate approach toward this little witch of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had never truly been about romance.

As long as he went to Heaven Dou City next, Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi would certainly come looking for him once they received the news. That was Chen Ling's main purpose in approaching the little witch.

Before that, however, he still had to find Haozi. Otherwise, he would not even be able to break through to Titled Douluo—how was he supposed to fight Chen Xin?

Watching Chen Ling withdraw and move away, Ning Rongrong's suspended heart quietly settled. Yet along with that relief came an inexplicable wave of disappointment that suddenly surged up and clogged her chest.

She had originally believed wholeheartedly that the visible, tangible thing Chen Ling wanted was herself.

A mess of thoughts instantly crowded her mind, and she could not help wildly guessing. Could it be because of Xiao Wu? After all, Xiao Wu had been taken away by Chen Ling last night.

She had read in the little picture books in the sect that men needed more rest after exerting themselves.

The moment she imagined that scene, Ning Rongrong's heart turned sour, and she felt uncomfortable all over.

Wuwuwu, Xiao Wu, go easier on him. It hurts my heart.

Besides, she was not inferior to Xiao Wu, was she?

She felt slightly troubled. Although Xiao Wu was much older than her and her legs were much longer, was being small not cute too?

As for worrying about Xiao Wu's safety?

That did not exist at all. She only wished she could take Xiao Wu's place. Besides, Chen Ling was stronger than that Tang San.

Best friends, one blanket.

She even suddenly wondered whether she should simply bring Zhu Zhuqing over too. It would be nice if everyone got together.

"This matter is not urgent. As for joining the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, once we arrive in Heaven Dou City, I'll speak with your father personally."

Chen Ling rose with a smile, though his mind was exceptionally clear.

He had never intended to join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. With the strength he would possess in the future, he could establish his own sect. Why would he lower himself to rely on someone else's power?

He had considered Spirit Hall even less. He had already chopped Gangzi up—if that crazy woman Bibi Dong found out, would she not come straight for his door to kill him?

"Oh..."

Ning Rongrong lowered her brows and quietly replied, looking listless and disappointed, like a kitten that had failed to get candy.

Seeing her aggrieved expression, Chen Ling's heart stirred. He bent down again and leaned close to whisper a few words into her ear.

Once he finished speaking, he turned and walked straight out of the room.

Ning Rongrong was left standing there in a daze, her eyes vacant and her face blank, looking exactly like a foolish deer unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

Inside Chen Ling's room, pink clothing was scattered all over the floor. They were all the completely ruined garments Xiao Wu had left behind when she fled in panic that morning, making the place a total mess.

At that moment, Xiao Wu was wrapped in nothing but a thin bedsheet. Her body was tense as she stared warily at the flying sword hovering before her, a rabbit and a sword locked in confrontation.

"Damn it, why don't you be Sister Xiao Wu's sword sheath instead!" Xiao Wu said irritably, sounding as though she were about to explode.

She had clearly had countless perfect opportunities to escape, but every time she was about to succeed, the flying sword would latch onto her tightly. This sword was just as annoying as its master.

By now, Xiao Wu had even forgotten why she had wanted to escape in the first place. Her mind contained only one thought: shaking off the long sword in front of her.

Just as she gathered her strength to entangle herself with the Skyedge Sword once more, the door clicked and was gently pushed open from outside.

The atmosphere instantly turned awkward.

Chen Ling raised his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the mess covering the floor. Then he looked at Xiao Wu, wrapped in a bedsheet from head to toe, and a trace of displeasure inevitably flashed across his brow.

Xiao Wu, on the other hand, showed no embarrassment or panic whatsoever. Instead, she exuded an unreasonably domineering air.

She had figured it out.

Chen Ling had definitely recognized her true identity. Most likely, he had chosen her as a candidate for his ninth Soul Ring.

In that case, Chen Ling would definitely not kill her anytime soon. Since she could not escape her fate either way, she might as well be as arrogant as she wanted while she was still alive. Why should she wrong herself?

Chen Ling took a deep breath and gently shut the door.

He should still take this rabbit to dig up Tang San's mother. Waiting around in Suotuo City was not a solution, but before that—

Having made up his mind, he stepped forward, directly lifted Xiao Wu's light body with one hand, carried her back into the room, and laid her sideways across his lap.

"What are you trying to do?! I'm telling you, even if I, Xiao Wu, die, I'll never let you have your way!"

Xiao Wu struggled in panic. Before she could finish her harsh words, crisp slapping sounds suddenly rang out.

After two sharp slaps, Xiao Wu's entire body instantly stiffened. She went limp in Chen Ling's arms, her mind completely blank.

This man actually dared to spank her. Humiliated and furious, Xiao Wu instantly became like a little fish stranded on shore, struggling desperately as her limbs flailed wildly in an attempt to break free.

But how could a mere Soul Elder escape the grasp of a Soul Douluo? Within the sealed room, crisp sounds rose and fell, accompanied by sounds that invited all sorts of imagination.

Oh ho ho ho----