"I was wrong, baby."

His voice is very gentle, with a little bit of magnetism attached to it, just enough to reach her ears.

Ning Rongrong just kept the posture that he had turned his head just now, did not look back, let alone make a sound.

However, after hearing that magnetic low-pitched pet name inexplicably, the memories she had hidden in her **** flowed out uncontrollably.

Ning Rongrong is twelve years old this year, and Tang Muchen is twelve years old this year. The two have lived together for more than half of the time, and they have a deep understanding of each other.

Her eyes were slightly blurred.

Although he didn't look back at the man behind him, to be honest, he was the one who carried out his childhood.

The memory drifts away and looks back quietly.

That year, she was six years old.

The Wuhun test in the sect was not unexpected.

My martial soul is the inherited martial soul of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and its innate soul power even exceeds the current Sect Master by reaching level nine in one fell swoop.

Since being enshrined as a peerless genius who has not been born in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School for more than ten years, I have been worshipped by the vast majority of people.

But I don't like this, there are no friends, only so-called admirers.

Dad treats me very well, the family is harmonious and Meimei, but I still feel that something is missing?

Miss Qibao Liulizong's life seems to lack a friend who can make heart-to-heart.

Until in order to deepen the connection with the Tiandu Empire, his father personally took him to the awakening ceremony of Tiandou City. Although it was said that it was an awakening ceremony, he only needed to draw a gourd to release it.

Stopped outside the palace, with a gentle smile on my father's face, he told me to enter by myself.

At that time, I still complained about my dad, but now it is too late to be grateful. It was the experience that made me meet him.

When I saw him for the first time, I didn't think what he was like. I was just a passing child. Anyway, knowing his identity would also respect him.

However, at the later awakening ceremony, it was the first time that I changed my mind.

His talent is stronger than himself, which surprised me a bit, and I was eager to try.

People who are stronger than their own talents, then surely don't admire themselves very much.

This idea was quickly confirmed.

Not only did he not admire himself, but he also molested himself fiercely.

This is a very novel experience.

As the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, I might be a little savage in front of others, but I am not like this. This is just to cover up my feeling of loneliness.

Although he molested me, I didn't feel upset.

Obviously only six years old, neither of us seems to be doing what we should do at that age.

...

Tang Muchen behind was even closer.

Ning Rongrong was sitting on the bed, although he tilted his head, not looking at Tang Muchen's appearance.

But as he approached her, his breathing became thicker.

Ning Rongrong could even use this breath to judge Tang Muchen's approach speed and the distance between the two.

Closer, closer.

Ning Rongrong's heart was a little nervous, she couldn't tell whether she was excited or what.

[It is hate, yes, it is hate. 】

[How could I be excited because of this man's approach. 】

[I am not a slut. 】

The small fist of the right hand was quietly clenched tightly, and the left hand was holding the sheet, the degree of force was obvious, because the veins could be seen.

However, there was a very good smell on his body when he approached.

Like a natural fragrance, it is also a faint fresh smell of vegetation.

This is a taste she is very familiar with, because it is a specially made male perfume made with the essence of sap that has been used for thousands of years. Just spray a little to maintain the essence of wood and grass for a long time.

The most important point is that this perfume bottle is Ning Rongrong's 10th birthday present to Tang Muchen.

This thing is precious, but it is very durable and can be used for several years.

She gently shook her delicate nose, and the scent of the essence of plants and trees lingered on the edge of her nose.

[It turns out that I still use it all the time. 】

[Did you forget what I meant? 】

[But I won't be fooled anymore. 】

Ning Rongrong was a little touched at first, but suddenly she thought of the good thing that Soul Dan had done just now, and she only felt that a surge of blood was on her forehead.

His expression quickly faded.

Da da da.

The sound of walking disappeared, but she could feel his fresh breath beside her.

The next moment, a pair of big hands quietly covered her shaved shoulders.

His voice rang.

But it did not bear the affection just now, on the contrary, it was a very cold tone.

"Let's talk about it."

His tone was too flat, but Ning Rongrong, who turned to face him, knocked over the sad bottle in his heart.

There are negative and terrible emotions that spring up in my heart.

She didn't answer, the whole person was in a tight state.

Those big hands did not leave her shoulders, and the thick and fiery temperature remained.

Obviously, she just held her shoulders, but it seemed to have firmly grasped her heart.

Uneasy, angry, afraid.

The emotion of waiting kept emerging in her heart.

Qiao's face was dripping down slightly, her pale pink hair covered her face, and her expression could not be seen clearly.

Only Ning Rongrong knew that he lowered his head just to conceal his disappointed eyes and the tears that had been circulating in his eyes.

She didn't want Tang Muchen to see this.

He was already a defeated dog, but he didn't want to be seen by him in such a shameful manner.

The teardrops continued to spin, but the big blue eyes in the sky were flushed red.

Tick, tick.

At first, it was only a light rain, and big tears fell on the white bed sheet, bursts of sad flowers bloomed.

The snow-white bed sheet received drop after drop of tears from the young girl, and within a few moments, a large piece of it became wet.

Now sitting in front of Tang Muchen is an eldest lady with a sweet smile and a savage personality, Ning Rongrong, how could she be willing to expose her cowardice in front of him.

She stretched out her little hand, trying to cover the wetness on the sheets, but she didn't want Tang Muchen to see it.

Two small hands stretched out together, completely covering the already soaked sheet.

But ~lightnovelpub.net~ is useless.

There were tears in her eyes that she couldn't control, and they hit her little hand bit by bit.

Quietly in the blink of an eye.

Crystal tears fell in the air, and the sun outside shone on the drop of water, shining with pitiful brilliance.

Ticking.

It blooms into flowers again on the back of the white jade hand.

"Woohoo."

She couldn't control her tears.

[Obviously I don't want to expose it in front of him. 】

[Obviously he makes me sad so much. 】

[Why is this? 】

(I didn’t get stuck here deliberately. I was so playful today. I didn’t remember until the end. Then I will make up a chapter first. Today, I’m going to get up and try to make more changes.)