Liuli Heaven, Sect Master's Hall.
Inside the hall, the steps were made of warm jade, the beaded curtains swayed gently, and a faint sandalwood fragrance filled the air.
Ning Rongrong lay sprawled on a large white jade desk, her slender fingers idly poking at the precious Xuan paper on the table, her small mouth slightly pouting, her expression full of boredom.
"Senior brother, didn't you say you'd help me find a soul bone with healing abilities?"
"It's been two days since we got back, why hasn't there been any news at all?"
She turned her head to look at Ning Liu, who was leaning against the soft couch reading a book, her tone carrying a hint of coquettishness.
"If this continues, when will I ever be able to complete the second test? A thousand wounded patients, just thinking about it gives me a headache."
Upon hearing this, Ning Liu casually put the book aside, looked up at her, and a lazy smile appeared on his lips.
"Oh? All you do is urge your senior brother. Do you think all the effort I put into you is for nothing?"
He waved to her, as if teasing a lazy kitten.
"Come here, let your senior brother collect some interest first."
Ning Rongrong blushed, snorted, but her body betrayed her by standing up and walking over with light steps.
She had just reached the soft couch when Ning Liu pulled her into his arms.
The warm chest and familiar scent instantly enveloped her, making her slight anxiety vanish in an instant.
Ning Liu looked down at the girl's delicate face in his arms.
After absorbing the sixth spirit ring, Ning Rongrong's figure also lost some of her girlish immaturity.
At the same time, after completing the first test of the Nine-Colored Goddess, Ning Rongrong seemed to have gained an indescribable temperament, adding a touch of saintliness and charm that made her even more captivating.
"Senior brother, what do you want to do..."
Ning Rongrong's voice was barely audible, and her cheeks were burning hot.
Ning Liu's breath brushed against her earlobe, causing her to tremble slightly.
Without saying anything more, he lowered his head and kissed her.
Their lips met, and Ning Rongrong initially resisted shyly, but she quickly softened under his domineering yet gentle advances, her arms unconsciously wrapping around his neck.
After a long while, their lips parted.
Ning Rongrong's eyes were glistening with tears, her breath was slightly ragged, and her face was as red as a ripe apple.
Ning Liu's eyes were filled with laughter, but his large hand was not so well-behaved as it slowly moved up her slender waist, feeling the amazing curves and smooth touch.
"Senior brother..."
Ning Rongrong's body stiffened as she felt that mischievous hand had crossed the final line of defense and reached the peak. She quickly grabbed his hand, her voice both shy and anxious.
"No, you can't!"
The voice was soft and gentle, and to Ning Liu's ears, it sounded more like a reluctant invitation.
He was feeling the amazing elasticity from his fingertips, preparing to explore this mysterious area further, when a steady knock came from outside the hall, spoiling the moment.
"Thump, thump, thump."
"My lord."
It's Ang Lee's voice.
Ning Rongrong sprang up from Ning Liu's arms like a startled rabbit, frantically tidying her disheveled clothes and hair, her face flushed crimson.
She glared at Ning Liu fiercely, and the embarrassment and annoyance in her eyes made Ning Liu chuckle.
He slowly sat up straight, straightened his robes, and regained his usual composure, as if he were not the one who had just caused trouble.
"Come in."
The palace doors were pushed open, and the robust Li An strode in with steady steps.
He kept his eyes straight ahead and bowed deeply to Ning Liu.
"My lord."
After bowing, he turned his gaze to Ning Rongrong, whose cheeks were still flushed, and respectfully greeted her, "Miss Rongrong."
Ning Liu picked up the teacup on the table, took a small sip, and asked, "What is it?"
Ang Lee's expression turned serious. He paused for a moment, seemingly organizing his thoughts.
"My lord, there is something... that is quite strange, and I feel it is necessary for me to report it to you in person."
"oh?"
Ning Liu raised an eyebrow and put down his teacup.
Ang Lee has been with him for so long, and has seen countless rare and precious treasures. He is also very calm and composed.
For him to use the word "strange" to describe something, things are probably not simple.
"Tell me, what is it that even you find strange?"
Ning Liu's tone carried a hint of curiosity.
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