Ning Qing's eyes lit up.
The hands wrapped around his waist tightened even more.
"Really? You really want to be with me? To be my wife?"
His voice carried an undeniable joy.
Garan was regretting that he had said such things.
Is it too late to regret it now?
He then heard Ning Qing's three consecutive questions, and the undeniable joy in her voice lessened his annoyance somewhat.
Forget it! What's done is done, let's just leave it at that for now!
If he is the one I spend my life with, then it's not unacceptable!
After all, she didn't dislike him.
After Jialan understood, he nodded gently.
Ning Qing saw his wife nod in agreement.
He happily picked the person up and spun them around several times.
The two looked at each other and smiled, their joy evident in their expressions.
Ning Qing lowered her head and held that touch of peach pink in her mouth.
This time, Jialan very cooperatively parted her lips slightly, making it easier for someone to plunder her.
Ning Qing's kiss this time was very gentle and delicate, determined to give the other person a wonderful experience.
Garan did indeed experience the deliciousness of the food.
After the kiss, he licked his lips as if he still wanted more.
Ning Qing exclaimed that she couldn't stand it.
She kissed his lips again.
This time, she was completely devoid of the tenderness and affection from before; instead, she resembled a provoked lion, forcefully invading and plundering.
Their breathing gradually became erratic.
Their bodies were pressed tightly together, as if they wanted to meld each other into one another.
After the kiss, Jialan leaned against Ning Qing's chest, looking blissfully ecstatic and breathing softly.
Her shimmering eyes swept across the room, captivating all who beheld her.
Only a pool of spring water remains, rippling in layers.
Amidst the wonderful atmosphere, the pot on the stove, not wanting to be left out, began to sizzle.
A burnt smell immediately filled the air.
Jialan realized what was happening and quickly jumped out of Ning Qing's arms.
He shouted, "The porridge I cooked..."
Before he could even take a step, his sleeve was grabbed tightly.
Pull hard.
I returned once again to that warm embrace.
Jialan looked up from Ning Qing's arms and said urgently.
"Sir, please let me go! The porridge in the pot is about to burn, I need to go and check it out."
Ning Qing gazed intently at the person in her arms.
He picked the person up horizontally and strode out of the kitchen.
"What is porridge? You should be worried about something else right now."
Jialan blinked her eyes as she nestled in Ning Qing's arms.
"What should I be worried about?"
Ning Qing looked down at the person in her arms, her gaze deepening.
"You should worry about yourself and whether you'll be able to get off the ship later."
After a moment of stunned silence, Jialan came to his senses.
His eyes were wide open, filled with disbelief.
"You...you wouldn't be thinking of..."
Ning Qing nodded slightly and answered his question directly.
Jialan gripped Ningqing's front tightly.
He shouted urgently, "No!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Qing stopped in her tracks.
"Hmm? Why not?"
The blush on Jialan's cheeks deepened.
Her eyes flickered, avoiding Ning Qing's gaze, and she looked away from her.
I was extremely anxious because I hadn't learned any of the techniques in the book yet!
No, I need to go back and figure out those techniques first, then talk to the adults...
Having made up her mind, she bit her lip.
She pushed Ning Qing's chest away forcefully and jumped lightly to the ground.
He took off running.
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