Morning Light

Qin Chuan took a shower, changed into clean clothes, and came out.

Ning Rongrong was already lying at the very back of the bed, with her back to the outside, completely still.

Qin Chuan blew out the candle and lay down on the other side of the bed.

The room was pitch black.

The two were separated by most of the bed.

Qin Chuan turned to his side, his back to Ning Rongrong. He closed his eyes, preparing to sleep.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door.

The footsteps were very light, but Qin Chuan still heard them.

He opened his eyes and held his breath.

Someone was eavesdropping outside the door.

Qin Chuan cursed inwardly: Good heavens, is this some kind of joke?

He turned his head and whispered, "Rongrong."

Ning Rongrong also heard the noise outside the door. She turned around, her expression obscured by the darkness, but her voice was tense. "Brother Chuan, what should we do?"

Qin Chuan thought for a moment, "There are people eavesdropping outside. If we're going to put on an act, we need to make a big scene. We need to make a bigger commotion."

"Huh?" Ning Rongrong was stunned. "How do I do it?"

Qin Chuan sat up. "Cooperate with me for a moment."

Ning Rongrong bit her lip and sat up as well.

Qin Chuan cleared his throat and then said loudly, "Rongrong, are you ready?"

Ning Rongrong paused for a second, then realized what she meant. Her face flushed red, but she still cooperated and said, "Um... Brother Chuan, drive faster."

"Okay, I understand." Qin Chuan began to shake the bed vigorously.

Squeak, squeak.

Ning Rongrong sat on the bed, her face burning red. She covered her face with the blanket, but still couldn't help making a few noises.

The footsteps outside the door stopped.

After a while, the footsteps faded into the distance.

Qin Chuan stopped what he was doing and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Rongrong peeked out from under the covers and glared at him. "Brother Chuan, have... have you left?"

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, "They're gone."

Ning Rongrong was both embarrassed and angry. "You... you're so mean."

"Acting has to be realistic. Okay, now you can go to sleep." He lay down again, turning to his side with his back to Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong lay down as well. She stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding.

So much happened today, her mind is a bit of a mess.

She turned her head and looked at Qin Chuan's back.

Moonlight streamed in through the window, casting a shadow on his back.

Ning Rongrong suddenly remembered the kiss from earlier that day. Although it was just a light touch, she still remembered the feeling.

She closed her eyes, feeling a mix of sweetness and unease.

An hour passed.

Just as Qin Chuan was drifting off to sleep, he suddenly felt a surge of heat beside him.

He opened his eyes and turned his head.

Ning Rongrong lay on her side, her back to him. Her body was trembling slightly.

"Rongrong?" Qin Chuan sat up. "What's wrong?"

Ning Rongrong did not answer.

Qin Chuan reached out and touched her forehead; it was frighteningly hot.

"Rongrong, do you have a fever?"

Ning Rongrong turned around, her face flushed. Her eyes were a little glazed, and her voice was very weak. "Brother Chuan... I... I feel so bad."

Qin Chuan's heart tightened. He carefully sensed the fluctuations of Soul Power emanating from Ning Rongrong, and then his expression changed.

"You refined Whale Rubber?"

Ning Rongrong nodded. "Hmm... I couldn't sleep just now, so I took it out and refined it all. I didn't expect... I didn't expect it to turn out like this."

Qin Chuan broke out in a cold sweat.

The energy contained in the Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue is extremely vast, and it cannot be refined simply by refining it. It needs to be absorbed slowly, little by little, otherwise the body will not be able to withstand it.

Ning Rongrong's current condition is energy overload.

What's even more troublesome is that Whale Rubber has a side effect.

It can stimulate the body's internal heat.

Looking at Ning Rongrong's flushed face, Qin Chuan cursed inwardly, "Oh no, this is going to turn into a real relationship!"

"Brother Chuan... I'm so hot..." Ning Rongrong grabbed Qin Chuan's hand, her voice trembling with tears.

"Brother Chuan... help me..." Ning Rongrong's voice grew softer and softer.

Qin Chuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath: Enough!

[Navigation mode activated, poach!]

[Ready to depart, total distance 0.00018 km, estimated travel time 1 hour.]

[When driving in a tunnel, please unbuckle your seatbelt and turn on your headlights.]

[The tunnel ahead will narrow; please proceed with caution.]

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the window.

Qin Chuan opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was Ning Rongrong's face.

She was still asleep, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her eyelids. Her light golden curls were spread out on the pillow, and her face still had a faint blush.

Qin Chuan looked at her, feeling a bit conflicted.

What happened last night was unplanned, but it has already happened.

He sat up gently, making very small movements, not wanting to wake Ning Rongrong.

But Ning Rongrong still woke up.

She opened her eyes and saw Qin Chuan sitting by the bed, and was stunned for a moment.

Then she remembered what happened last night.

Her face flushed red.

"Brother Chuan..." her voice was very soft.

Ning Rongrong pulled up the blanket and covered herself completely, leaving only her eyes showing.

"Last night... last night..." She couldn't continue.

"Rongrong, things have come to this point, there's no need for further explanation."

Ning Rongrong nodded.

Qin Chuan: "By the way, what level am I now?"

"Let me feel it myself." Ning Rongrong closed her eyes and sensed the Soul Power within her body.

After a while, she opened her eyes and exclaimed in surprise, "Level 46! I'm level 46!"

Qin Chuan nodded. "The effects of the Ten-Thousand-Year Whale Glue are very strong. However, you refined too much at once; you can't do that again."

Ning Rongrong stuck out her tongue. "I understand."

After washing up, the two left the room.

It was already broad daylight outside.

Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo were waiting in the hall.

Seeing the two of them come out, Ning Fengzhi smiled and said, "Rongrong, Qin Chuan, come and sit down."

The two walked over and sat down.

Ning Rongrong was a little embarrassed; she lowered her head, not daring to look at her father.

Ning Fengzhi didn't ask any further questions. He looked at Qin Chuan and said, "Qin Chuan, we've already discussed what happened yesterday. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Spirit Hall have officially formed an alliance."

Qin Chuan nodded. "Thank you, Sect Master Ning."

Ning Fengzhi waved his hand. "We're all family now, no need to be so polite. By the way, about the Game Hall, when do you think construction should start?"

Qin Chuan thought for a moment and said, "After I return to the Spirit Hall, I will immediately arrange for someone to come over. The branch should be ready in about a week."

"That's good." Ning Fengzhi was very satisfied.

Bone Douluo chuckled beside him, saying, "Qin Chuan, Rongrong is in your care from now on. You must treat her well."

Qin Chuan nodded earnestly. "Don't worry, Senior Bone, I will."

Sword Douluo also spoke up, "Qin Chuan, your strength is indeed formidable. However, you cannot slacken in your training; you must continue to work hard."

"Yes, Senior Sword."

The group chatted for a while longer.

Ning Fengzhi stood up. "Qin Chuan, Rongrong, you two stay at the sect for a few more days. I have some matters to attend to, so please excuse me."

"Sect Master Ning, please take care."

Ning Fengzhi left the hall with Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo.

Only Qin Chuan and Ning Rongrong remained.

Ning Rongrong leaned on Qin Chuan's shoulder. "Brother Chuan, we're really together now."

Qin Chuan ruffled her hair. "Yeah, we're together now."

The two chatted for a while, then left together.