He left the blacksmith shop.
The sky was already stained with ink, and the glazed lanterns of the shops on both sides lit up one after another.
The hawkers' shouts, mixed with the sweet aroma of sugar-fried chestnuts and the cloying sweetness of rouge and powder, assailed him.
Xiao Ze returned to the villa and found that the lights in his villa were still on.
Could it be that a thief had broken in?
But Xiao Ze shook his head again; this was the Tian Dou Royal Academy, so it was impossible for there to be thieves.
Pushing open the door, Xiao Ze's steps paused.
In the living room, under the light, Ning Rongrong lay sprawled on the coffee table, her dark hair cascading like a waterfall, covering half of her tired-looking face.
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, casting faint shadows with her long breaths, and a glistening trail of drool hung from the corner of her mouth, shimmering in the light.
He wondered what she was dreaming about; perhaps she was dreaming of becoming a great chef?
Xiao Ze stepped into the living room, his footsteps extremely light, for fear of waking Ning Rongrong.
Coming to Ning Rongrong's side, when he clearly saw the glistening, a smile spread from the corner of Xiao Ze's eye, and a gentle expression appeared on his face.
He extended his hands, holding them suspended in mid-air for a moment, before carefully scooping Ning Rongrong into his arms, carrying her in a princess carry.
The faint scent of magnolia wafted from the girl's hair, mixing with her warm breath, brushing against Xiao Ze's neck, a ticklish sensation.
However, the girl's fingers trembled slightly, but Xiao Ze didn't notice; he held his breath, carrying Ning Rongrong through the corridor.
The moonlight cast mottled shadows through the window grilles, like a layer of scattered silver on the ground.
In his Sea of Consciousness.
The God of Agriculture watched Ning Rongrong's subtle movements, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curving upwards.
"This is the era of youth."
He wouldn't expose Ning Rongrong's little thoughts.
Ning Rongrong and Xiao Ze hadn't spent much time together, but their feelings were rapidly growing.
Even Ning Rongrong's Little Witch and pampered young lady temper completely disappeared in front of Xiao Ze.
She could even cook.
This was the best proof.
Ning Rongrong liked Xiao Ze, and it wasn't just for the Sect.
…
Xiao Ze placed Ning Rongrong on the bed.
She seemed to mumble something in her sleep unconsciously, her rosy lips slightly parted.
Those rosy lips were moist and glistening, looking so tempting, he wanted to bite them.
Xiao Ze gently wiped the corner of her mouth with his hand; as his fingertip touched the softness, his breathing hitched, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
As someone who had been single for two lifetimes, this was Xiao Ze's first time in a relationship.
As for whether it was a relationship, he wasn't quite sure.
After all, he wasn't a devoted person and couldn't guarantee Ning Rongrong a lifetime of exclusivity.
But he could guarantee that he wouldn't let her get hurt in the future, wouldn't let her be sad, and would let her continue to be that adorable, happy young lady.
He wouldn't let the tragedy of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School from the original story happen again.
After tucking Ning Rongrong in, Xiao Ze watched her for a while before leaving.
Once the sound of his footsteps completely faded, Ning Rongrong suddenly opened her eyes, her glazed-like pupils staring at the dark ceiling.
A scorching blush instantly spread to her earlobes, even burning her face and neck.
She buried her face in the quilt, letting out a muffled whimper.
The quilt, infused with Xiao Ze's body temperature, enveloped her, mixed with his unique scent, lingering at her nostrils.
She tossed and turned in bed, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on.
…
The next day.
The sky had just begun to show the first hint of dawn, a sliver of light slowly unfolding.
A gentle breeze blew, carrying the crispness of morning dew and the fragrance of earth.
Xiao Ze saw Ning Rongrong coming downstairs and chuckled, "Lazy pig, are you awake?"
Seeing Xiao Ze, and remembering what happened last night, Ning Rongrong's pretty face flushed, and she playfully chided, "You're the lazy pig."
"That… I yesterday… yesterday." She was so nervous she couldn't even speak clearly.
"I know. How was your sleep in my bed?"
"It was alright." In fact, last night was the most comfortable night Ning Rongrong had ever slept, and she even had an indescribable dream.
It made her rush to the bathroom first thing in the morning.
Ning Rongrong smoothed her hair and sat at the dining table.
Morning light streamed through the window, casting fragmented patterns on the table.
Xiao Ze scooped a spoonful of osmanthus honey lotus root porridge into Ning Rongrong's bowl.
Ning Rongrong held the bowl, her apricot eyes sparkling as she stared at the sweet lotus root porridge.
The tips of her hair, hanging down, caught a hint of the porridge's aroma; she pursed her cherry lips, and two soft pink blushes appeared on her cheeks.
"Eat slowly, it's a bit hot," Xiao Ze said with a hint of indulgence.
He pushed the warm milk to her hand, his fingers accidentally brushing her cool wrist.
Ning Rongrong, her cheeks puffed out with shrimp and siu mai, nodded, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents.
The porcelain spoon in her hand clinked against the porcelain bowl, making a crisp sound.
Xiao Ze put down his chopsticks, propped his chin, and watched her lively eyebrows and small mouth.
Watching Ning Rongrong eat was a very enjoyable experience; Ning Rongrong seemed not to fear getting fat, constantly eating delicious food.
Sometimes, she would burn the tip of her tongue with the soup from the crab roe soup dumplings, hastily sticking out her pink tongue and blowing on it, which made him chuckle twice.
Ning Rongrong rolled her beautiful eyes and continued to diligently eat her breakfast.
There were some crumbs at the corner of her mouth, making her look endearingly cute.
After he finished eating, Xiao Ze, as if by a sudden impulse, used a tissue to wipe the crumbs from the corner of her mouth.
Suddenly, both he and Ning Rongrong were stunned.
Last night, although Ning Rongrong was pretending to sleep, they weren't face to face, so there wasn't this strange feeling.
Xiao Ze cleared his throat: "I saw some crumbs at the corner of your mouth, so I wiped them for you."
"Oh~~" Ning Rongrong's smile was very sweet, her big eyes blinking, making Xiao Ze feel a little embarrassed.
"Alright." Xiao Ze slowly stood up, "Rongrong, I have something to do today, so I might not be able to accompany you."
"It's fine, I have to cultivate anyway." Although Ning Rongrong felt a little regretful, Xiao Ze had important business, and she couldn't hold him back.
"Mm."
Xiao Ze took the bowls and headed to the kitchen to deal with them.
"I'll come too."
Ning Rongrong trotted behind Xiao Ze and entered the kitchen.
The two slowly washed the porcelain bowls clean.
Xiao Ze was a little surprised that Ning Rongrong, this young lady, was so serious about washing dishes.
He just didn't know why her face was red.
Ning Rongrong felt that she and Xiao Ze were now a bit like an old married couple.
Eating breakfast together, washing dishes together.
Later, they could cultivate together, and go to… bed together.
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Just as Ning Rongrong was lost in her wild thoughts.
Xiao Ze went into an empty room and placed the qiankun furnace on the ground.
"God of Agriculture, we're going to start refining pills."
"Good. Before refining pills, I first need to tell you the steps for refining pills. Although you've seen me refine them, I do it very quickly, so you might not have seen clearly."
"Okay." Xiao Ze became serious.
"Pill refining mainly has five steps, and each step is very important.
Material selection, quenching, soul infusion, and two stages of pill condensation."
(End of Chapter)
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