He put on a stern expression and scolded Ning Rongrong in a serious tone. "Rongrong, don't be rude! My worthy nephew Xuanqing not only saved your father's life, but is also a great benefactor of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. From now on, you must address him as Brother Xuanqing, just as Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing do."
"What's more, I've decided to have you travel with my worthy nephew Xuanqing and develop your feelings for each other. This is not only for your future, but also for the future of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."
Although Ning Rongrong felt somewhat reluctant when she heard her father's words, she knew he had her best interests at heart.
She lowered her head and said softly, "Yes, Father."
Her voice was subdued, but after the anguish she had just experienced, the resentment had vanished from her tone.
[Ding! Congratulations, host, on successfully snatching the opportunity! Reward: one draw.]
The next morning, a carriage outside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect rolled slowly through the morning light. Chen Xuanqing lay languidly with his head on Zhu Zhuqing's soft thighs, enjoying the peace of the early morning.
Xiao Wu sat beside him, occasionally feeding him pieces of freshly cut fruit.
Chen Xuanqing looked at Ning Rongrong, who sat opposite him, with a soft chuckle and a teasing glint in his eyes.
"Little Demoness, come massage my legs. That'll make me even more comfortable," he teased.
Ning Rongrong pouted in displeasure and glared at him.
"Hmph! You big jerk! I'm not massaging your legs!" she said indignantly.
Chen Xuanqing couldn't help laughing at her reaction.
Then Chen Xuanqing swiftly extended his foot, pinching Ning Rongrong's nearby... between two toes.
A tingling sensation spread from Ning Rongrong's chest, and her cheeks