Douluo: Martial Soul White Tiger, I am the White Emperor of Heaven

Chapter 504 Breakfast, Ning Rongrong's Awkward Moment

But soon, the immense joy of the martial soul's evolution took over again.

With a thought, Ning Rongrong unleashed a dazzling nine-colored radiance from her palm, and a delicate, nine-story pagoda slowly appeared.

The light flowed and shone, beautiful and magnificent, exuding a perfect and powerful aura.

"The Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda...it really is the Nine-Jeweled Glazed Pagoda..."

Ning Rongrong stared intently at her martial spirit.

Although the price was a bit embarrassing, it was all worth it!
"I can do it..."

Ning Rongrong clenched her little fist, her eyes gradually hardening. "I will definitely become stronger, and make the name of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda... no, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda resound throughout the entire continent!"

As for that messy affair with Dai Chengfeng...

Ning Rongrong shook her head, trying to shake off those alluring images.

"I don't want to think about it anymore! Just pretend I was bitten by a dog!" she thought to herself, but her cheeks grew hotter and hotter.

Outside the window, night was deepening.

Ning Rongrong leaned against the door, gazing at the glazed pagoda radiating nine-colored light in her palm, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

There was shyness, joy, confusion, and also a newfound sense of anticipation and determination, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

This night was destined to be long and sleepless for her.

The next day.

As dawn broke, the warm light streamed through the hotel restaurant's large lattice window, spilling onto the long table covered with an elegant tablecloth.

The air was filled with the aroma of fresh bread, the rich fragrance of milk, and the savory scent of fried meat.

Zhu Zhuqing was already sitting there, still dressed in a close-fitting black outfit that accentuated her beautiful and aloof figure.

She sipped the congee in her bowl with small, elegant, and silent movements, like a black cat preening its feathers in the morning light, serene and aloof.

Only occasionally would her clear gaze sweep over the restaurant entrance, seemingly casually, with a hint of probing.

Sitting diagonally opposite her, Hu Liena exuded a different kind of charm.

She wore a pale white long dress, which made her skin appear even whiter and more radiant.

Even while having breakfast, her posture was impeccable. Her slender fingers held the silver spoon, and every movement naturally exuded a captivating charm.

A faint smile played at the corners of her lips, and her eyes sparkled with a seductive allure.

She would glance at the doorway every now and then, hiding her anticipation very well, but it still couldn't escape the notice of a careful observer.

She seemed to be waiting for something, or rather, waiting for someone.

The restaurant was quiet, with only the faint clinking of cutlery.

This silence, ironically, made those who arrived later seem even more out of place.

After a while, just as Zhu Zhuqing's porridge was almost empty and Hu Liena began to tap the table lightly with her fingertips, a figure finally appeared hesitantly at the restaurant entrance.

It's Ning Rongrong.

Today, she is completely different from the dazzling, even somewhat spoiled, little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School who used to be like a little sun.

She lowered her head, her thick, curled eyelashes obscuring the light in her eyes, leaving only two small, faint shadows clearly visible on her lower eyelids.

Her steps were unsteady, as if she were walking on cotton, each step hesitant. She didn't even greet everyone with her usual energetic enthusiasm upon entering; instead, like a little quail trying to hide, she quietly moved to the dining table…

I chose a seat that was neither too close nor too far from Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena.

"Good morning... Zhuqing, Sister Nana."

Her voice was barely audible, with a hint of hoarseness from just waking up, and also revealed a sense of guilt and shortness of breath.

Good morning, Rongrong.

Zhu Zhuqing raised her cool eyes, her gaze lingering on her face for a moment, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.

Hu Liena then flashed an even brighter smile, her voice soft and charming: "Rongrong's here! Come and have something to eat. The honey bread is really good today."

As she spoke, she pushed the basket filled with golden, crispy bread toward Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong gave a soft "hmm," stretched out her fair little hand, picked up a small piece of bread, and absentmindedly took small bites.

Her gaze was unfocused, sometimes staring at the pattern on the tablecloth, sometimes looking out the window, but she dared not make any direct eye contact with Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena.

Two unnatural blushes seemed to constantly float on her fair cheeks, as if she had applied too much rouge.

Zhu Zhuqing put down her spoon, the silver spoon clinking against the porcelain bowl with a clear "ding," which was particularly distinct in the quiet restaurant.

She looked at Ning Rongrong, her tone as cool as ever, yet filled with concern: "Rongrong, what's wrong? You look strange. Didn't you sleep well last night?"

Hu Liena moved closer, bringing with her a faint, sweet fragrance.

Her captivating eyes scrutinized Ning Rongrong, a mixture of concern and a woman's innate curiosity and inquisitiveness.
"Yes, Rongrong, you seem quite distracted."

"Was she too engrossed in her cultivation last night, or... did something else happen that disturbed our little princess's peace of mind?"

Her words carried a teasing tone, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a soft feather tickling Ning Rongrong's tense nerves.

Ning Rongrong's heart tightened suddenly, as if the most secret corner of her heart had been suddenly illuminated by a light, leaving her nowhere to hide.

Did they realize something?
Could it be that what happened last night...? No, impossible! Dai Chengfeng would never tell, so how could they possibly know?

A surge of intense embarrassment rushed to her head, causing a blush to spread rapidly across her cheeks, even turning her small earlobes pink.

"No, it's nothing! I'm fine! I'm really fine!"

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her voice rose involuntarily, carrying a panicked attempt to cover it up, "It's just... it's just that I didn't sleep well last night!"

"Yes, I didn't sleep well! It might be... it might be that I'm not used to sleeping in the same bed! Yes, I am not used to sleeping in the same bed!"

She tried hard to look natural, even attempting a relaxed smile, but the smile was stiff and forced, and combined with her darting eyes and flushed cheeks, it had the opposite effect.

Zhu Zhuqing and Hu Liena exchanged a glance, both seeing deeper confusion and doubt in each other's eyes.

This is much more than just not sleeping well.

Just as Ning Rongrong felt extremely uncomfortable under the scrutinizing gazes of the two men, almost wanting to disappear into the ground, a steady, powerful, and rhythmic sound of footsteps came from the wooden staircase leading to the second floor of the restaurant.

“Tick…tick…tick…”

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, yet they carried a peculiar rhythm. The already subtle atmosphere in the restaurant seemed to become even more complex and indescribable because of the intervention of these footsteps.

Ning Rongrong's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and she even subconsciously held her breath.

(End of this chapter)