"Brother Fu Qin is truly generous! Giving away a thousand-year Spirit Bone just like that, now that's a real man!"
Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling.
"My god, he even killed a Man Faced Demon Spider; Brother Fu Qin is too fierce! If I could have a set of Flying Swords like that, wouldn't I be able to walk tall in any fight?"
Only Oscar kept his head down, his fingers digging hard into the ground.
Under the influence of the Intelligence Reduction Halo, the small amount of hatred he originally felt for Fu Qin had already twisted into a blazing jealousy.
Why? Why does Fu Qin get a thousand-year Spirit Bone? Why can he refine such powerful Magical Artifacts? Why is everyone full of praise for him?
A wave of bitterness spread from his heart to his limbs. His jealousy value skyrocketed by +51, instantly breaking the 150 mark, and a subtle gloom flashed in his eyes.
...
The night was as dark as ink, with only a crescent moon hanging in the sky.
With a thumping heart, Ning Rongrong tiptoed through the silent courtyard, her light yellow skirt brushing against the grass and making faint rustling sounds.
With her favorability already exceeding 300, her inner defenses had long since crumbled. In her eyes, Fu Qin was not only powerful, gentle, and considerate, but also her ideal husband who refined Magical Artifacts for her.
In this life, she would marry no one but Fu Qin!
Instead of waiting, it was better to take the initiative and "cook the rice," making it impossible for Fu Qin to refuse her anymore.
Arriving at Fu Qin's window, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath. A wisp of faint spirit power condensed at her fingertip as she gently pushed open the window.
She moved as gracefully as a cat, tiptoeing into the room. Moonlight streamed through the gap in the window, outlining her exquisite figure.
The room was filled with Fu Qin's unique, fresh scent, causing Ning Rongrong's cheeks to flush crimson instantly.
She bit her lower lip, a hint of shyness flashing in her eyes, but it was mostly determination.
She slowly shed her clothes, her fair skin glowing with a soft luster in the moonlight, like fine mutton-fat jade.
Without a moment's hesitation, Ning Rongrong lifted Fu Qin's covers and slipped inside.
The warmth under the covers carried Fu Qin's body heat, comforting and reassuring, slightly calming her nervous heart.
She curled up, pressing tightly against Fu Qin's back, feeling his steady and strong heartbeat.
Fu Qin was sleeping soundly. In his daze, he felt someone slip into his bed, carrying a distinct fragrance.
He instinctively thought it was Xiao Wu craving his embrace again, slipping into his bed for comfort as she usually did. A doting smile curled his lips as he reached back, pulled the person into his arms, and covered her mouth.
"Mm... stop it..." Fu Qin's voice was raspy from sleep, filled with indulgence.
He didn't open his eyes, habitually bowing his head to kiss the person in his arms, his movements somewhat urgent and overbearing.
Ning Rongrong froze at Fu Qin's sudden actions. Her cheeks turned beet red, and her breathing became rapid.
She wanted to speak, but her mouth was covered by Fu Qin, leaving her able to make only faint whimpering sounds.
Feeling Fu Qin's domineering kiss and hot palms, her body gradually softened. She closed her eyes, silently enduring this sudden intimacy.
Fu Qin's movements were somewhat rough. Perhaps he thought she was the familiar Xiao Wu, or perhaps his late-night desire had been ignited. He wasn't particularly gentle, simply taking what he wanted by instinct.
Within a few minutes, a muffled whimper came from beneath him, and crystal-clear tears seeped from the corners of her eyes.
The whimper carried a strange fragility, starkly different from Xiao Wu's usual playful charm. Fu Qin's heart skipped a beat. He snapped his eyes open and, by the moonlight from the window, saw the face of the person in his arms.
What met his eyes wasn't Xiao Wu's smiling face, but Ning Rongrong's tear-stained countenance.
Her eyes were red, her face streaked with tears. Her gaze held a hint of pain yet also a touch of stubbornness. Her lips were tightly pursed as she struggled to remain silent.
Fu Qin's movements froze instantly, and waves of shock crashed through his heart. How could it be Ning Rongrong?!
He quickly released his hand from her mouth, his eyes filled with shock and panic: "Rongrong? Why are you in...?"
Ning Rongrong bit her lip, tears falling like broken strings of pearls, her voice choked with sobs.
"Brother Fu Qin... I... I like you... I want to marry you..."
Looking at Ning Rongrong's tearful yet stubborn face, feeling her soft body in his arms and the lingering fragrance on her, Fu Qin's heart was a whirlpool of emotions.
By now, the rice was already cooked; no amount of explanation would help.
He knew Ning Rongrong truly liked him; otherwise, she wouldn't have done something so bold.
Guilt and pity welled up in his heart. Fu Qin gently wiped the tears from Ning Rongrong's face, his tone becoming incredibly gentle.
"Silly sister, why are you so foolish?" He became extremely soft, afraid of hurting the Little Support in his arms again.
Feeling Fu Qin's tenderness, the grievance and pain in Ning Rongrong's heart gradually dissipated, replaced by a deep sense of sweetness and peace.
She reached out her arms, hugging Fu Qin's neck tightly and burying her cheek in his chest. Feeling his steady heartbeat, her tears still wouldn't stop flowing, but this time, they were tears of happiness.
o(╥﹏╥)o
Fu Qin held Ning Rongrong, his movements gentle and slow. He could clearly feel the young girl's innocence and fragility in his arms, and the desire in his heart was gradually replaced by pity.
(*￣︶￣)
Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a warm and intimate silhouette over the two of them.
Only the sounds of their breathing and heartbeats remained in the room, intertwined.
Their intimacy lasted until the latter half of the night. Ning Rongrong, already exhausted, fell into a deep sleep in Fu Qin's arms.
Dry tear tracks remained on her face, yet a sweet smile hung on her lips; she was clearly having a wonderful dream. Fu Qin gently stroked her long hair, a look of helplessness appearing on his face.
Good grief.
He had somehow ended up sleeping with Ning Rongrong. If Xiao Wu found out about this, she would definitely be jealous.
But this was something she would have to accept sooner or later. After all, he couldn't just stay with one woman for the rest of his life.
[Ning Rongrong's favorability +200, current favorability: 557 points]
[Ning Rongrong's inner thoughts: Brother Fu Qin, in this life, I am yours! No matter what happens, I will never leave you!]
Fu Qin lowered his head, pressing a gentle kiss on Ning Rongrong's forehead, then held her tightly and closed his eyes.
He could feel the young girl's body heat and smell the faint fragrance on her; his heart was at peace.
However, beneath this peace, a hint of worry was hidden.
Ning Rongrong was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. If that old fox Ning Fengzhi found out what she had done, there would certainly be hell to pay.