Ye Qiu's eyes were a little red, trying his best not to lose control of his expression.
He tried to make his smile look natural.
His words were somewhat against his conscience.
"Hehe...this candied hawthorn is...it's delicious!"
"Really! You could tell?" Ning Rongrong's eyes crinkled.
Behind Ye Qiu, Xiao Lan looked at him with a horrified expression.
"Why don't you try it yourself?"
"Great! I'll take it over right now for my dad and the others to try!"
"Hey, hey, hey! Let me finish!"
Ye Qiu shouted, but to no avail.
Ning Rongrong had already run off.
Watching her lighthearted figure, he could tell she was indeed very happy.
But Ye Qiu felt a sense of unease.
He could only hope that she wouldn't cause him trouble when she returned!
Then he stopped abruptly, the tears he had been holding back finally spilling from the corners of his eyes.
He quickly spat out the remaining hawthorn in his mouth.
He squatted down, pressed down on Xiao Lan's shoulder, and asked the question he most wanted to know!
"How on earth can you eat that?!"
"Rongrong, Sister Rongrong said she'd treat me to a top-notch feast if I ate one! But, Xiaolan... Xiaolan really can't take it anymore!"
She covered her mouth, even wanting to pull her tongue out to wash it.
"Xiaolan's mouth tastes so bitter, is it rotten? Waaah~"
Looking at the crying Xiaolan, Ye Qiu was speechless once again.
He could only gently pat her back to comfort her.
He didn't know if Ning Fengzhi and the others could handle it, but he certainly couldn't.
...
Night fell, and the bright moon hung in the sky.
Ye Qiu went alone to the pavilion in the courtyard, resting his chin on his hand and thinking.
When he was surrounded by Xue Beng and the others today, he discovered his current weakness.
It seemed that his soul skills always resulted in death or serious injury!
Currently,
Shenwei attacks either twisted the head or the waist, and if they hit, it would at least cripple the target.
Amaterasu was still uncontrollable, burning and cutting wherever it landed, and it was extremely vicious.
Even the most reliable Tsukuyomi can easily turn someone into a fool.
These soul skills are only suitable for life-or-death situations.
As for the Blue Silver Emperor martial soul, it currently only has two auxiliary soul skills, which are dispensable in battle.
"I wonder if I could develop my own soul skill to use?"
Just as he was about to look up at the bright moon in the sky,
a pair of jade-like feet dangled from the eaves of the pavilion, gently swaying.
The toes were slender, the legs were long and shapely, and the skin was smooth, even shimmering with a faint halo under the moonlight, somewhat dazzling.
It was Ning Rongrong.
When she returned in the afternoon, the plate in her hand was empty, but her expression was somewhat lost.
Seeing her like that, Ye Qiu didn't dare to go up and provoke her.
To Ye Qiu's surprise, she didn't make a fuss and hid in her room by herself.
He didn't know when she had a room here.
Ye Qiu jumped onto the roof and looked at her back.
At this moment, she was drinking alone, wearing a slip dress, her brown hair fluttering in the evening breeze.
The once arrogant and domineering little devil had become more gentle and serene.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Hmm?" Noticing the sound behind her, she turned around and looked at Ye Qiu. "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Ye Qiu sat down beside her uninvited. "I'm just thinking about some things!"
"What's there to think about?" Ning Rongrong took a sip of her drink, looking at Ye Qiu curiously.
"Of course I am! Thinking about the future, thinking about what I should do next, what I should do... What? You, who are very likely to inherit the sect, have never thought about these things?"
Ye Qiu put his hands behind his head and lay down.
Hearing his words, Ning Rongrong paused, not answering.
Both fell silent, gazing at the bright moon high in the sky.
Ye Qiu's voice rang out again, asking Ning Rongrong,
"What were you thinking about just now?"
"I was wondering if I've been too willful all this time?"
she asked, looking down at her reflection in the wine glass, a hint of doubt in her eyes.
Her thoughts drifted back to this afternoon.
After she took out the candied hawthorns she had made
, her father, Grandpa Jian, and Grandpa Gu, despite their grim expressions, all said they were delicious, the two grandfathers even comparing them.
At first, she didn't notice anything amiss, only feeling smug.
Until later.
She took some to her brothers and sisters-in-law.
Except for Ning Tian, who, after taking a bite, said it was good while crying,
everyone else treated her coldly.
They thought she was playing some kind of prank, saying she was idle and only knew how to make trouble.
She genuinely wanted to share with them.
Thinking of this, her eyes reddened, she bit her lip, and her voice trembled with sadness.
"What you just said has confirmed some things for me,"
Ye Qiu said, looking at her in surprise. Had this little devil finally come to her senses?
Her eyes were filled with tears as she glanced at Ye Qiu's surprised expression and snorted coldly.
"Hmph! It seems you think so too!"
"Indeed, a little," Ye Qiu said, touching his nose, speaking the truth.
Ning Rongrong took a sip of her drink and then lay down, trying to stop her tears from falling.
She had cried many times in front of Ye Qiu recently.
Turning his head, Ye Qiu looked at the tears glistening in her eyes and felt a pang of guilt.
The two remained silent for a long time.
"Thank you!"
"I'm sorry!"
Suddenly, two voices rang out simultaneously.
Both turned around in surprise, their eyes meeting briefly before quickly looking away.
"Why say thank you?"
"Why say sorry?"
They exchanged another glance.
"You go first!" ×2. They spoke in unison.
"Ladies first, you go first!"
"Okay!"
Ning Rongrong nodded slightly, her voice soft, no longer using terms like "this young lady" or "grandma.
" "Thank you for saving me! And thank you for praising my cooking!"
She paused slightly at the end of her sentence, looking at Ye Qiu with a special light in her eyes.
Apart from her father and his two siblings, Ye Qiu was the first person to praise her candied hawthorns, a feeling that warmed her heart.
"Uh, cough cough!" After hearing her words and seeing her gaze, Ye Qiu became somewhat reserved, avoiding her gaze.
"What's wrong? I'm done, it's your turn!" Ning Rongrong frowned at him, even though everything was fine just now!
"Can I not say anything?" Ye Qiu asked sullenly.
"Of course not!" Ning Rongrong glared at him angrily.
"Then let's make it clear, you're not allowed to hit me after I say something?"
"Why?" She looked at him strangely, staring for a few seconds before nodding.
"And you can't scold me either!"
"Fine, fine! Are you ever going to stop! Humph!" She glared at him irritably.
"Cough cough... Sorry! Actually, I complimented you to trick you into eating something too, ouch!" Ye
Qiu cried out in pain, hunching over and clutching his stomach. (End of Chapter)