Douluo: It started when Bibi Dong tricked me into drinking tea

Chapter 26 Who Knows a Girl’s Heart?
Zuoyou Fengyan was still thinking about the girls, so he and Oscar sent the three of them back to the dormitory.

After waving goodbye to Feng Yan, Ning Rongrong, who had put down the unconscious Xiao Wu, finally had time to talk to Zhu Zhuqing alone.

Feng Yan’s back could no longer be seen in the distance, but Zhu Zhuqing was still standing at the dormitory door watching.

Ning Rongrong came to Zhu Zhuqing's side, leaned against the door, looked into her new friend's beautiful eyes, and asked without any emotion, "When I knocked on the door this morning, you were together, right?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked back at Ning Rongrong steadily, and nodded after a long while, saying, "I'm sorry, it's me..."

But Ning Rongrong interrupted her with a wave of her hand, "The sect's rules state that my significant other can only be a combat spirit master, so it's impossible for him and I to be together. Also, if nothing unexpected happens, he won't survive to adulthood."

At this point, Ning Rongrong took a deep breath and lowered her head. Zhu Zhuqing could not see her eyes clearly.

Ning Rongrong clenched her fists, raised her head and smiled at Zhu Zhuqing, but she didn't dare to look into her eyes.

"You are a disciple of the Sword Demon. No one can stop you from doing whatever you want... So I only have one thing to say."

"Be nice to him."

Zhu Zhuqing received Ning Rongrong's love, but Yan Feng was Feng Yan after all, the Sword Demon himself, the man who could meet all of Ning Rongrong's requirements. She, Zhu Zhuqing, was the one who intervened.

It is said that feelings cannot be shared, but does Feng Yan really have time for them to fight for it?
Ning Rongrong had always known that Yan Feng was dying, so how much determination did he have to make to say such words to her?
"Rongrong, can I call you that?" Zhu Zhuqing smiled somewhat sadly.

Ning Rongrong lowered her head again and nodded, which was considered as her agreement.

Holding Ning Rongrong's hand, Zhu Zhuqing glanced away, not daring to look at her, but said firmly: "Rongrong, just pursue it, don't let yourself regret it!"

Without Feng Yan's consent, Zhu Zhuqing could not tell Ning Rongrong his true identity.

The only thing she could do was to agree to let Ning Rongrong continue to love Feng Yan, even if they had to share a man with her.

There are not many years left, and perhaps this will be a lifelong regret.

Letting go of Ning Rongrong's hand, Zhu Zhuqing wiped her eyes, closed the door, slowly unbuttoned her clothes, and added another sentence that shocked Ning Rongrong.

"All I want to do now is to leave him an offspring within the limited time." This is what Zhu Zhuqing said to Feng Yan at the beginning: 'If she still has feelings for him, she will stay by his grave for the rest of her life.'

Zhu Zhuqing did it for Feng Yan, but Ning Rongrong heard that she did it for "Yan Feng".

Ning Rongrong opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't muster up the courage to do it herself.

Watching Zhu Zhuqing take out the pitifully few clothes, Ning Rongrong's shoulders relaxed. She admitted that she was timid, but she could not deny Zhu Zhuqing's bravery.

"I'm older than him and I'm just his sister..." Ning Rongrong forced a smile.

Silently, Ning Rongrong took out some large-sized dresses and stockings from her space soul guide and handed them to Zhu Zhuqing.

Then Ning Rongrong said with a slight smile: "You use it first. Go wash up first, I will help you dress up later."

……

After lunch, Feng Yan slept for the whole afternoon without feeling anything until he woke up when there was a knock on the door.

Wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth, Feng Yan looked dazedly at the handsome boy on the other bed who was getting up to open the door in the last rays of sunset.

"Who are you? Where's Oscar?"

Holding his left leg, Feng Yan's left arm crossed over his knee and hung down on his calf. His fingertips gently scratched between his toes, while his right hand clapped his lips and yawned.

“Brother Yan, I am Oscar…” Looking at Feng Yan’s hands and feet, Oscar swallowed.

Rubbing his eyes, Feng Yan looked at the disappearing bearded man and said in disbelief: "Fuck...where's my sausage uncle!"

Before the two of them could discuss this issue too much, there was another knock on the door.

Along with the knock on the door came Tang San's anxious voice, "Oscar, Yan Feng, do you know where Xiao Wu is?"

When Feng Yan heard that it was Tang San, he lay down again.

The name changed again, and Tang San Fengyan really didn't like this. But Oscar still opened the door and let Tang San in.

"Don't worry, she's fine. She lives in a room with two other beautiful girls. She should recover after a night's sleep." Tang San: "Beard..."

"Shaved!"

"That Ning Rongrong from the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is so beautiful!" Oscar swallowed his saliva as he said this, his peach blossom eyes shining with excitement.

However, Oscar immediately turned around and looked at Feng Yan's unhappy face, then shrank his head and said awkwardly: "Brother Yan, they are all your girlfriends? Tang San, Xiao Wu is yours, right?"

There was nothing wrong with chatting in the same dormitory. Feng Yan rolled his eyes. Although he felt uncomfortable, he did not deny it completely. He just said, "Rong Rong is not like that."

Tang San frowned and explained: "Xiao Wu and I are just brother and sister."

Then Tang San left.

Listening to the sound of the door closing next door, Oscar scratched his head and said, "Tang San, don't you think it's boring to live alone in a room? Why don't you chat for a while?"

Feng Yan was speechless and complained: "How about I switch with him? I really want to have a room by myself."

Previously, Dai Mubai lived in a room with another student, and Oscar lived in a single room.

Now that a new student has arrived, Oscar has been asked to live with Feng Yan based on their first-come, first-served status, while Tang San has been given a single room.

Oscar refused to listen, staring at Feng Yan's exposed skin and sweeping his eyes, "Stop it, brother Yan, that Tang San looks hypocritical and boring, I don't want to live with him."

Seeing Oscar like this, Feng Yan wants a single room?
It's not his fault that he is good-looking. It's not right to blame others for spreading rumors. How can you dig out someone's eyes?
But the expression of disgust was involuntary. There was movement outside the doors again, and Feng Yan didn't want to stay with Oscar anymore.

After jumping off the bed and walking towards the door, Feng Yan lifted up his loose trouser legs, and deliberately stroked his calves with his fingertips, then put them in front of Oscar and jokingly said, "Does it look good?"

Subconsciously, Oscar nodded, but when he saw Feng Yan's extremely disgusted expression, he immediately shook his head.

Before opening the door, Feng Yan's face brightened up. It turned out that the person standing outside the door was Zhu Zhuqing with a blushing face.

Oscar was struck by lightning when he saw the two men. His shaved chin was terribly shiny.

Men? Women? That's how it should be. Only Oscar is superfluous.

Oscar sniffed and rushed into the night that had just fallen like lightning, "I... I have something to do! I won't be back tonight! You guys talk first!"

Feng Yan was filled with respect. He felt that Oscar was a person who could get along well with others and was a talented person.

The things in front of his eyes were too huge to distract him, so Feng Yan decisively took Zhu Zhuqing's hand, went into the room, and closed the door to prevent mosquitoes.

His fingertips brushed across Zhu Zhuqing's velvet-wrapped shoulders and the lace-trimmed collar, and Feng Yan asked curiously, "This dress doesn't fit me well?"

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head without further explanation.

Her long black hair swayed like silk, brushing against Feng Yan's cheek. Her two small hands slid along the back of the silk and wrapped around Feng Yan's neck.

Just like that, she stood on tiptoe and kissed, and the tender and rosy Zhu Zhuqing said softly: "Master Yan, I'm so weird. Is it true that when I think of you, I always want to swallow you up?"

He took Zhu Zhuqing in his arms, and didn't know what kind of chopping board Feng Yan had placed the green onions on. It was just that cooking in the deep valley always had to have some artistic conception.

Unless someone destroys the mood, such as a peeping Super Douluo.

Cursing inwardly that it was shameless, Feng Yan took the dark dish and fled into bed to enjoy it slowly.

"Zhu Qing, don't do the cool one, leave the hiss one. It's smooth and delicious!"

"Mr. Yan, you are bad~"

The black laces were thrown aside, and no one knew what they were used to tie.

Could that hot food be rice dumplings?
"Wow! Shiwago! That's awesome!"

Since he hadn't had dinner yet and couldn't resist his appetite, Feng Yan bit into the rice dumpling without even peeling it open.

(End of this chapter)