Douluo V: Starting with daily check-ins, I'm trying to trick Xiao Wu into becoming my wife.

"Is it...not bad?"

Ning Rongrong was extremely sensitive at this moment. She snatched the handkerchief and threw it back at Ao Yin, her eyes red and her expression angry.

"Ao Yin, are you insulting me?!"

Ao Yin remained calm, showing no sign of anger.

He bent down to pick up the handkerchief, his movements gentle, his gaze clear as he looked at her.

"If someone can defeat you with just a few words, then what's truly lacking is your mentality, not your talent."

A simple sentence left Ning Rongrong speechless.

She bit her lip, her face full of stubbornness, but she knew perfectly well in her heart that Ao Yin was right.

The grievances have accumulated too much, and even if one comes to a realization, there's a lack of a stepping stone.

"I never said I looked down on our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's genius...beautiful girl!"

Ao Yin moved closer and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Ning Rongrong's delicate body trembled. At such close range, she could even smell the faint fragrance emanating from Ao Yin's body, making her want to take a sniff.

"you......"

"What genius, what beautiful girl! Don't talk nonsense!"

At that moment, Ning Rongrong instantly recalled the scene from earlier that day when Ma Hongjun teased her about being Ao Yin's girlfriend.

She secretly glanced up at Ao Yin, who was showing concern for her, and her mind began to wander.

Could it be... that he has really been secretly watching me all along?

The night was gentle, and Ao Yin's coat was still warm.

My heart, which was originally cold and desperate, was completely warmed by this unique tenderness.

She suddenly realized that she wasn't so bad after all.

At least, in the darkness where everyone is watching coldly and no one cares.

There are still people who are willing to... care about her.

...

Not far away, Oscar stood in the shadows, clutching his cloak, watching as Ao Yin gently comforted Ning Rongrong a step ahead of him.

His face was full of bitterness, and his heart was filled with endless regret.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

He silently put away his cloak, lowered his head, and left without a word, looking dejected.

Ao Yin tilted his head slightly. He knew about Oscar's arrival from the beginning, but Oscar was still too young. Hesitation would lead to defeat!

Ao Yin chuckled inwardly: "Only children make choices; I want them all."

People are most vulnerable when they are at their lowest point, feeling wronged and on the verge of collapse, and when no one cares about them.

At this moment, whoever reaches out, whoever is gentle, whoever gives her a way out, will be able to directly enter her heart.

How could he possibly let go of such a golden opportunity to build up his goodwill?

Moreover, Ning Rongrong and Oscar have no connection whatsoever, so they can't be considered a couple at all.

He snatched the prize without feeling any guilt whatsoever.

In the world of Douluo, strength reigns supreme, and following one's heart is the true path!

Besides, if you win over the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, you'll have the chance to visit the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School in the future!

The three upper sects have profound foundations and boundless fortune; this is an absolutely incredible opportunity!

It's a steal!

Ao Yin collected his thoughts, gently touching Ning Rongrong's fair cheek with his fingertips, wiping away the remaining tears little by little.

A warm, youthful aura wafted over her, clean and fiery, instantly enveloping Ning Rongrong.

The evening breeze suddenly stopped, and all was quiet.

Ning Rongrong froze on the spot.

My heart clenched suddenly, then started pounding wildly!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it herself.

Her cheeks instantly turned bright red, and her ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

In all her life, no man had ever gotten so close to her, and no one had ever wiped away her tears with such tenderness and care.

A sense of unfamiliarity, panic, tension, and a vague, inexplicable flutter of excitement instantly swept over my entire body.

This was a wonderful feeling that Ning Rongrong had never experienced before in all these years.

Her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't help but let her thoughts race and wander—

Could it be that I've actually fallen for Ao Yin?

Ao Yin's face drew closer and closer, his clear and deep eyes reflecting her figure intently.

Ning Rongrong was so nervous that her whole body stiffened, and her small hands behind her back were clenched tightly, her fingertips turning slightly white.

My whole body was tense to the extreme, and even my breathing became rapid and shallow.

Seeing the girl's flustered and shy appearance, a faint smile flashed across Ao Yin's eyes.

He softened his tone, his voice gentle and soothing, offering a soothing reassurance.

"Stop overthinking."

"Dean Flander's words may be harsh and he may seem cold-hearted, but he is actually trying to break down our spoiled nature."

"Shrek's training is tough, but it's all for the sake of us going further on the path to becoming Soul Masters."

"Don't hold onto those angry words."

Ao Yin's voice was gentle and magnetic. Ning Rongrong lowered her long eyelashes, her nose slightly red, and nodded gently, letting out a soft, sweet hum.

"Hmm~"

A soft, gentle reply fell lightly into the evening breeze.

Ning Rongrong's cheeks were burning hot, and her heart was pounding wildly.

She hurriedly raised her hand and quickly took the handkerchief that Ao Yin handed her. Her fingertips inadvertently brushed against his warm palm, and another electric-like tingling sensation spread throughout her body.

At this moment, she was filled with shyness and mixed feelings.

Looking back on their first meeting, her strong desire to conquer even led her to harbor some unusual feelings for Ao Yin.

She never imagined that, in the end, the one who was most disoriented would be herself.

Ao Yin looked at her shy, downcast face and her red ears, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes.

He turned around calmly, walked to the wooden rocking chair by the lake, and sat down gently.

The night was quiet, the lake breeze was gentle, and the full moon hung high in the night sky, its clear light spreading across the entire lake surface, dispelling the chill of the night and soothing all the anxiety and grievances of the day.

He turned his head to the side: "Come sit down, enjoy the evening breeze, and forget about the troubles of the day."

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong paused slightly, hesitating for a few seconds.

She did not resist and obediently walked to the rocking chair and sat down gently.

The rocking chair was cramped, and the two of them were almost pressed together, making it feel a bit crowded.

Ao Yin didn't care, but Ning Rongrong felt an unusual warmth beside her. However, she soon noticed that Ao Yin's clothes were thin and fluttering in the cool breeze, and Ning Rongrong felt an indescribable pang of heartache.

She hesitated for a moment, then turned slightly to the side and gently rested her head on Ao Yin's broad and warm shoulder.

Her hair brushed against her skin, a tender and lingering touch.

Ao Yin stiffened slightly, then raised his hand and pulled her firmly to his side.

The two nestled quietly in the rocking chairs, the evening breeze gently blowing, the shadows of the trees swaying.

A bright moon hangs high overhead, its silvery light spilling onto the lake's surface, creating shimmering waves and swaying moon shadows.

"It doesn't seem cold at all tonight, and the moon is beautiful..."

Ning Rongrong murmured softly, paused for a few seconds, and tentatively asked, "Ao Yin, I... can I call you Brother Ao like Xiao Wu does?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she held her breath, pressed herself tightly against his shoulder, her heart filled with both trepidation and anticipation.

"Of course, you can call me whatever you want."

Receiving permission, Ning Rongrong felt a surge of joy. "Brother Ao..."

As night deepened, a gentle evening breeze carried a sweet fragrance.

Exhausted from the whole day, Ning Rongrong nestled beside Ao Yin, and sleepiness instantly washed over her.

Under the hazy moonlight, Ning Rongrong's eyelids grew heavier and heavier, her breathing gradually became even and long, and before she knew it, she had fallen into a deep sleep leaning on his shoulder.

Looking at the sleeping girl in his arms, Ao Yin raised his eyebrows slightly. The lakeside was cool and damp at night, and sleeping here would inevitably make her catch a cold and get sick.

Ao Yin got up, bent down and picked up the sleeping Ning Rongrong in his arms, and walked towards the girls' dormitory.

But just as he took a few steps out!

Swish-!

A withered yellow leaf drifted down in the wind, skimming through the air!

No one could see the trajectory of the leaf; only the terrifyingly sharp sword energy suddenly burst forth!

Silent and invisible!

The next second, a sharp sword aura slashed across Ao Yin's cheek!

A fine, blood-red crack instantly appeared!

Warm blood slowly seeped out, sliding down the contours of his face, drop by drop, gently falling onto the grassy ground beneath his feet.

A cold, stinging sensation shot through Ao Yin's body, causing his muscles to tense instantly and his hair to stand on end!

An extreme sense of danger enveloped my entire being!

"How terrifying, how sharp the sword energy!"

The residual force of just a single fallen leaf made him feel the breath of death!

Such swordsmanship is extremely rare, even on the entire continent!

In the dead of night, a distant, indifferent voice slowly drifted out from the darkness!

"Young man, my daughter isn't someone anyone can just hold."

The moment he finished speaking, a surge of sword intent silently swept across the entire lakeside, and a sharp sword aura locked onto him!

Ao Yin was deeply shaken, and a name suddenly surfaced in his mind!

Jian Chenxin!

It's definitely him!

His martial soul is the Seven Kill Sword, and his title is Sword. He is known as Sword Douluo!

The thought had barely formed when a dark shadow flashed by!

A figure dressed in a silver-blue outfit, with snow-white hair and a cold, slender face, appeared like a ghost under the willow tree by the lake.

It stands there plainly, yet it resembles a peerless immortal sword sealed for eternity, suspended between heaven and earth!

It was none other than Chen Xin, the guardian Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School!

Jian Chenxin slowly turned around, his eyes cold and clear as frost, his gaze fixed on Ao Yin, his tone indifferent and icy, his killing intent chilling.

"Young man, how dare you lay a hand on my daughter—"

"Kill without mercy!"

With a cold snort, he lightly flicked his fingertips!

One after another, ordinary-looking longswords were drawn instantly!

Om-!

The sound of swords echoed through the night!

Boundless, dazzling, and domineering silver sword energy erupted suddenly, and a long sword hovered in the air, steadily positioned three inches in front of Ao Yin's brow!

The sharp edge was piercing, and life and death hung in the balance!

To Jian Chenxin's utter surprise,

The seemingly young and naive boy in front of him stood upright and remained expressionless in the face of his fierce sword energy!

You should know that just now, the sword energy from just one of his leaves was enough to easily slash him, let alone now that the Seven Kill Sword is close at hand and the overwhelming sword pressure is enveloping him. Ordinary soul masters would have been so frightened that their legs would have gone weak and they would have been kneeling and trembling!

But this boy remained completely unfazed!

"Why not avoid it?"

Why avoid it?

Ao Yin raised his eyes, facing the overwhelming pressure of the sword, his expression calm. "If you truly intend to kill me, senior, it makes no difference whether I avoid it or not."