Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

It turned red very quickly, from the neck all the way to the base of the ears.

She lowered her head, looking at her toes, her lips moved, but no sound came out.

Yang Jian waited patiently for a moment, and when she still didn't speak, she asked again.

"What exactly do you want?"

Zhu Zhuqing bit her lip, looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of panic, shyness, and determination.

Her voice was very soft, almost inaudible.

"Let's... go inside and talk."

Yang Jian felt completely bewildered.

In the middle of the night, a man and a woman alone, why can't they just stand at the door and talk instead of going inside?

But in the end, he still stepped aside to make way.

Zhu Zhuqing walked into the room with her head down. As she passed Yang Jian, a faint fragrance wafted over. It wasn't the smell of cosmetics, but the natural scent emanating from a young girl's body.

Yang Jian raised an eyebrow, closed the door, and turned around.

Zhu Zhuqing stood in the center of the room, clutching the hem of her clothes with both hands, her chest heaving violently, her breathing rapid and disordered.

She didn't look at Yang Jian; her gaze fell on the edge of the bed, then shifted away, and returned to the floor.

"Speak, what is it?" Yang Jian walked to the window and leaned against the windowsill.

Zhu Zhuqing did not answer.

She stood there in silence for a long time, the air in the room seemed to freeze, with only the sound of their breathing rising and falling.

Then, Zhu Zhuqing made a snap decision and rushed over to hug Yang Jian.

She wrapped her arms around Yang Jian's waist, buried her face in his chest, and pressed her whole body against him.

My body was trembling; I didn't know if it was from nervousness or fear.

Yang Jian was a little confused. He didn't push Zhu Zhuqing away, but just looked down at her.

"What do you mean?"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was muffled, coming from his chest.

"How could I possibly say something like this out loud?"

Yang Jian's head was buzzing.

Hearing this, and considering Zhu Zhuqing's state just now, if he still didn't understand, he might as well find a block of tofu and smash his head against it.

Zhu Zhuqing's figure and appearance are both top-notch.

Long black hair, a cool and aloof face, a slender waist and long legs...

Yang Jian was not Liu Xiahui.

He reached out and grasped Zhu Zhuqing's shoulder.

Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled slightly. She raised her head and looked at him, her eyes misty with anticipation, nervousness, and fear. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she were waiting for something.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Birdsong drifted from the yard, crisp and cheerful.

Yang Jian woke up from her sleep and slowly sat up.

He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the pillow beside him.

Zhu Zhuqing was no longer in bed; a few strands of long black hair remained on the pillow.

The door was pushed open.

Zhu Zhuqing walked in carrying a basin of hot water, with a white towel draped over the rim of the basin.

She wore a dress today, her hair was tied back with a headband, revealing her fair neck, and she had a faint smile on her face, along with a lingering shyness.

"Get up and wash up quickly."

She placed the wooden basin on the table and turned to look at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian hummed in agreement, looked her up and down, and noticed that her complexion was much better than yesterday, with bright eyes.

Yang Jian started getting dressed, casually starting a conversation: "You got up so early?"

Zhu Zhuqing's gaze fell on him, moving from his face to his shoulders, from his shoulders to his chest, and from his chest to his abdomen.

His eight-pack abs were clearly defined, gleaming with a healthy sheen in the morning light.

Her face flushed even more.

"You still dare to say that..."

Yang Jian was slightly taken aback, then remembered what happened last night and felt a little embarrassed.

He coughed and didn't dwell on the topic.

He went over to wash up, bent down to scoop up water, washed his face, dried it, and then brushed his teeth.

After finishing, he said, "Let's go have breakfast."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded obediently and walked over to Yang Jian's side.

She really wanted to link arms with Yang Jian, since their relationship had progressed to that point, but she was too shy to do so.

Yang Jian didn't notice this and silently led the way.

Zhu Zhuqing pouted and followed behind him.

The two went downstairs.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu were still sleeping on the living room floor.

Ning Rongrong was curled up in the corner, covered with a blanket she had found somewhere, her hair was messy and there were tear stains on her face.

Xiao Wu leaned against the wall, hugging her knees with both hands, her head tilted to one side, fast asleep.

Yang Jian was a good person and didn't bother them.

He led Zhu Zhuqing out of the courtyard and headed towards the Spirit Hall's dining hall.

Back when he was in the Spirit Hall, someone would bring him breakfast every morning.

But since I've just returned and my relationship with Bibi Dong is a bit strained, it's better to eat in the cafeteria.

Anyway, he'll be going out to do other things in a few days and won't stay in the Spirit Hall for too long.

On the way, Zhu Zhuqing kept looking around.

The Spirit Hall's environment was indeed impressive, resplendent in gold and magnificent in its grandeur.

Various flowers and trees are planted on both sides of the bluestone road, and they are neatly trimmed.

The buildings in the distance are arranged in a staggered pattern, with upturned eaves and carved beams and painted rafters.

Everyone had a vibrant look on their face and walked briskly, as if they were rushing to do something important.

But for some reason, these people's vitality immediately vanished when they saw Yang Jian.

Their smiles froze on their faces, their eyes became evasive, and their pace quickened, as if they had seen some kind of monstrous flood.

Someone bowed and greeted him: "Good morning, Brother Jian."

Yang Jian nodded.

The man immediately fled as if his life depended on it.

Then someone else came from the opposite direction, saw Yang Jian, turned around on the spot, and walked in another direction.

Zhu Zhuqing found this very strange.

Yang Jian is so handsome and seems easy to get along with, so he can't possibly be that unpopular, right?

She didn't understand, but she didn't ask Yang Jian why. She just obediently followed beside him.

We've arrived at the cafeteria.

The Spirit Hall's dining hall is very large, capable of accommodating thousands of people at the same time.

It was breakfast time, and the cafeteria was bustling with people.

The noise subsided a bit the moment Yang Jian stepped into the cafeteria.

Many people looked up, their eyes falling on him before quickly looking away.

Some people lowered their heads and pretended to eat, some moved to another seat with their trays, and some whispered to the people next to them.

Those students who had once fawned over Yang Jian reacted in various ways at this moment.

Someone wanted to come over and say hello, but hesitated after looking around.

Some people pretended not to see and kept eating.

Some people even glanced at Yang Jian secretly before quickly looking away.

Yang Jian didn't care at all. He walked to the food window, took a plate, and started choosing his dishes.

Soul beast meat, white porridge, steamed buns, and a few side dishes.

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him, also took a plate, and selected a few dishes just like him.

The two found a table by the window and sat down.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Zhu Zhuqing's face and casting a pale golden halo over her profile.

She ate with her head down, moving slowly and quietly.

Chapter 78 Ning Rongrong: How dare Zhu Zhuqing hit me?

Yang Jian ate with incredible speed and efficiency, finishing off the food on his plate in just a few bites.

After finishing his meal, he put down his chopsticks, leaned back in his chair, and looked out at the sky.

Zhu Zhuqing looked up at him, then lowered her head and continued eating.