Douluo's broken love can become stronger

On the way back to her residence, Ning Rongrong became more and more uneasy as she thought about it.

"Qin Jian, the prince and princess have been growing up in the palace. They have learned a lot of etiquette. What will we do if we lose?" She pulled Qin Jian's finger and asked.

Qin Jian looked relaxed: "Don't worry Rongrong, the assessment at the end of the etiquette should be a performance, and we have half a year to prepare!"

Coupled with the fact that his mind is full of music from his past life, he can kill all these princes, princesses and the like instantly if he just picks one.

"But they have so much time to prepare, and they can also ask for help..."

Ning Rongrong tugged Qin Jian's hand again and said angrily: "Qin Jian, do you also want to be with the princess?"

"Fool!"

Qin Jian knocked her smooth forehead angrily: "We both have tears of the ocean. As long as it continues to exist, it means that we are still connected."

"That's right...but what if we really lose?" Ning Rongrong was still worried.

"This kind of bet is just for fun. How can other people take a child's bet seriously? Only you and Xue Ke would take it seriously... It would be strange even for the prince to get involved..."

Qin Jian said casually: "Even if we lose, you only agreed to let me out, but you didn't say whether I could refuse..."

"Wow, Qin Jian, you are so shameless..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, but she quickly smiled like a flower: "But I like hehe..."

"Rongrong, when will you stop calling me Qin Jian?"

Qin Jian suddenly grabbed her little hand and intertwined their fingers: "Don't you think it's too unfamiliar?"

"ah?"

Ning Rongrong blinked and asked, "Then what should I call you?"

"Well…"

Qin Jian pinched his chin and felt a little headache: "That's the bad thing about two-character names. It's particularly difficult to pronounce..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes rolled around and she suddenly said: "Qin Jian, I know how to call you."

"Huh? What's it called?"

Qin Jian was curious and looking forward to it.

"Hey, I won't tell you!"

Ning Rongrong, holding her two little hands behind her back, suddenly jumped to the front.

"Don't tell me? Then you don't plan to scream?"

Qin Jian said speechlessly: "What's the point of knowing this?"

"When you lead Rongrong to win the etiquette graduation performance, Rongrong will call you!" Ning Rongrong turned around and said softly.

"Okay, you've learned how to keep people appetizing, tell me what it is!"

Qin Jian rushed forward and was about to hit her on the head.

"Just a little bit, if you can't hit me, you can't hit me!"

Unexpectedly, Ning Rongrong had been prepared for it, and she actually dodged and ran away.

"Ning Rongrong, don't run!"

"Come after me, slightly..."

"..."

In the palace, occasionally some attendants would smile knowingly when they saw this scene.

The pure and flawless feelings of youth are the most enviable.

"I originally thought that after Ning Rongrong came to his senses after this kind of bet, he would be a little suspicious of Qin Jian. Even if he didn't, he could still plant a seed..."

Xue Qinghe's figure emerged from the shadows and murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect that this did not affect their relationship at all. How did this kind of trust be cultivated?"

She shook her head and said: "Forget it, it's just two kids. Even if it doesn't work this time, there will always be a chance in the future..."

"On the contrary, it's this Qin Jian. Why am I becoming less and less willing to plot against him? What's going on with this inexplicable good feeling..."

She rubbed her temples and looked distressed: "There is no soul power fluctuation at all. I didn't get a soul skill..."

"Qian Renxue, Qian Renxue, is it possible that you really have a crush on a young man?"

"But...he is really good-looking..."

"..."

In the room, on the big bed.

Ning Rongrong lay down next to Qin Jian, pouting her little mouth and saying, "Qin Jian, you are going too far. You even said you can't hit girls..."

"But this is the only way I treat you." Qin Jian laughed in a low voice.

Ning Rongrong blushed, then made a face: "Lie, I won't pay attention to you."

She sat up and turned her back to him.

Qin Jian smiled and simply picked her up from behind and leaned against him: "Okay, let's think about what to do for the graduation performance, shall we?"

The long hair carried a delicate fragrance, which made Qin Jian couldn't help but smell it gently, and his eyes narrowed in comfort.

Ning Rongrong leaned on Qin Jian, leaning on her entire body, feeling the warmth of being protected, and couldn't help but start to feel a little dizzy again.

"Graduation...performance...Rongrong knows nothing...Rongrong listens to you..." she said in a daze.

Qin Jian laughed dumbly, and then began to think for himself.

There are many options to choose from, but not many suitable ones.

Thinking of the story he had been telling Ning Rongrong, he remembered a drama he had watched in his previous life.

Although the plot adaptation is unbearable, the interludes are quite nice.

The pen and ink of time, the thoughts of departure, the ballad of Qingyi...

Which one is better to choose?

"Qin Jian... Qin Jian..."

At this moment, Ning Rongrong's murmur came from his chest, interrupting Qin Jian's train of thought.

He looked down and was speechless.

Because this little girl actually fell asleep on his pillow, and even called him by his name in her dream, so why can't she just call him affectionately...

"What a... little guy..."

Qin Jian gently picked up her soft little body, then slowly placed her on the bed and gently covered her with a quilt.

"Qin Jian..."

A low murmur sounded, and Qin Jian immediately looked down and saw Ning Rongrong holding his left hand with both hands, obviously not awake, but with infinite attachment: "Qin Jian..."

"I want...to be with you...always..."

Qin Jian trembled all over and felt a bit sore in his nose.

He slowly lowered his head and placed a kiss on Ning Rongrong's smooth forehead.

"One day, we will always be together, I promise!"

He spoke softly, extremely firmly.

There seemed to be a surge of energy in my heart that wanted to tear this damn fate apart.

There is no time traveler who is more miserable than him. He has been a flower for a hundred thousand years since he came, and he cannot die even if he wants to...

After finally becoming a million-year-old soul beast, he faced the fate of being eaten...

He transformed, but he had to fall out of love to become stronger, and he had to fall out of love nine times!

In addition, his true nature is a love flower, and his nature is extremely emotional, so he doesn't even have the chance to be a scumbag.

He suddenly envied Tang San, who was the standard equipment for time travellers, a powerful father, an awesome mother, a powerful sect, outstanding talents, Tang sect inheritance, dual martial souls, and a sledgehammer to beat the sky.

Punch the ground and hammer the air...

"Anyway, at least I've had more relationships than him..."

Qin Jian smiled bitterly, his body slowly sank, and he got into the bed.

He held Ning Rongrong's small body with his left hand and gently closed his eyes.

"If possible, I really want to fall in love with only you in my life..."