Douluo's lovelorn can become stronger

"Sprinkle my tears and sing with you. The song has sound and you are affectionate..."

Tears suddenly fell down Ning Rongrong's cheeks, but she suddenly spoke and joined Qin Jian again.

"The love and voice are in harmony, the two are not inconsistent...not inconsistent...not inconsistent..."

In the slightly vibrato chorus, the two of them opened their arms almost at the same time, hugging the person they cherished deeply.

Warm body temperature and familiar breath, at this moment, it was like embracing the whole world.

The surrounding light and shadow gradually became blurred, the voices and music all became distant, and the world slowly turned into a stream of light. Only a snow-white beam of light in the center illuminated the lovers who depended on each other.

"Five years..."

Ning Rongrong buried her face in Qin Jian's neck, and warm tears flowed down.

"Five years...Brother Jian..."

How many times has this soft, clear voice with vibrato been the thought that keeps popping up in my mind over and over again?

Qin Jian could hardly control himself and separated from Ning Rongrong. His eyes trembled slightly as they looked at each other.

The desire for intimacy from the heart swept over each other in an instant. Ning Rongrong's hands suddenly hugged Qin Jian's neck tightly, and Qin Jian hugged her tightly at the same time and kissed her heavily.

The most intimate contact between people is often divided into three types: affection but no desire, desire but ruthlessness, and both affection and desire.

But under extreme emotional fluctuations, one is often in a state of emotion but no desire.

Even if their lips and teeth are attached to each other, even if their mouth fluids are exchanged, what they bring to each other is only the desire for intimacy.

When the emotion is intense to the extreme, they will confirm each other's existence and each other's intimacy in this way. It has nothing to do with sex, only deep affection.

Qin Jian kissed Ning Rongrong deeply without unnecessary movements or messy thoughts.

At this moment, this minute, this second, his whole body and mind were immersed in the joy of reunion, and he had no time to care.

The same goes for Ning Rongrong.

How many times have I dreamed about him at midnight, how many times have I tossed and turned, how many times have I thought about him and thought I would go crazy...

Practicing desperately and working hard are all for the sake of temporary forgetfulness and a better encounter in the future.

She has never been big-hearted, and since she was young, she has only been able to pretend to be one person.

That gentle boy, that handsome young man, that domineering and affectionate... love-hearted brother Jian, these are all her thoughts, and love...

As long as I can embrace you, as long as I can hold hands with you, as long as I can grow old slowly with you...

I have no regrets in this life.

For a long time, they were in each other's little world, feeling the temperature of each other's bodies and the strong affection in their hearts.

Until the warm applause sounded...

"Clap clap clap..."

It was like a voice from outside, bit by bit shattering each other's little world.

The sounds around him began to recover, light and shadow filled the corners of his eyes again, and the whole world returned to its original appearance in an instant.

"Thank you to Princess Rongrong for the premiere, and also to my student, the current Wuhun Hall referee Qin Jian, for his participation. Thank you."

Tang Yuehua already knew Qin Jian's identity after Tang San's prompting.

Of course, even without Tang San, she could guess it herself.

After all, during this year, in addition to attending various noble banquets, Ning Rongrong was pestering her to re-arrange songs and design matching dances here.

And she did all this just for one person...

Therefore, Qin Jian must be the only one who can make her forget her feelings.

"Wow."

Even though everyone present was well versed in aristocratic etiquette, they couldn't help but feel a little uproar at this moment.

The name Qin Jian is already thunderous to them.

A direct descendant of Qibao Glazed Sword Douluo, Princess Rongrong’s fiancé, head judge of Wuhun Palace, commander of Wuhun Palace Guards, and suspected empress of Wuhun Palace...

He has too many names, especially the recent expansion of Wuhun Academy with great fanfare, which has almost stirred up the entire continent.

I even heard that Wuhun Palace suddenly and permanently recognized the status of the Three Sects, and he was the one who secretly promoted it...

These rumors, along with many tidbits, have been fermenting on the mainland. By now, almost no one knows the name Qin Jian.

As long as Wuhundian is mentioned, people can almost think of him, and no matter who it is, they can tell a few specious gossips...

Therefore, it is human nature to eat melons.

If it were just those titles, ordinary people would not be so keen on spreading them, but if there were a lot of melons to eat, the spread would not be able to stop...

"The formal assessment will be carried out next. The first one is an all-round performance of court ballroom dancing. All students are asked to invite each other's dance partners onto the dance floor."

Tang Yuehua's voice spread again, slightly drawing people's attention back to business.

Pairs of men and women began to leave, and even Tang San entered the field holding Xue Ke's hand.

At this time, Qin Jian and Ning Rongrong had resumed their tight embrace. Even though they were supposed to end up, they still couldn't bear to separate for a moment.

"Rongrong...are you willing to dance with me..."

Qin Jian pressed his lips tightly against Ning Rongrong's earlobe and whispered, "I want to dance with my Rongrong..."

Ning Rongrong's eyes immediately became soft and soft, and the depths of her eyes were filled with memories.

"I also want to dance the same dance with Brother Jian again..."

She murmured softly, separated slightly from Qin Jian, placed her right hand on the palm of Qin Jian's raised left hand, and gently clasped her left hand on his right shoulder.

Qin Jian's right hand gently held her slender waist...

But almost subconsciously, he used too much force with his right hand and suddenly pulled Ning Rongrong against him, tightly.

Ning Rongrong was not surprised, she just leaned against him quietly and couldn't bear to leave him for a moment.

She completely understood Qin Jian's mood, because when she distanced herself from Qin Jian slightly and lost their embrace, she also felt a strong sense of loss in her heart.

Therefore, rather than saying that Qin Jian pulled her into his arms, it would be better to say that she took the initiative to lean in.

This dance is not standard. After all, it is a social dance. How can anyone dance well if they are close to each other?

But everyone's attention was focused on them, not only because they were in the center of the stage.

What's more important is that everyone else on the field was following a patterned movement. Only the two of them danced according to their heart, and their bodies moved with their hearts. They were obviously hugging each other tightly, and their movements were not standard, but they successfully infected everyone.

Whether it's dancing or singing, it's a way to express your heart. Dance with passion, sing with abandon, even if there is no structure, even if you are tone deaf, you can still convey your inner feelings and make people feel that mood.

At least at this moment, everyone was moved by their affection for each other. Coupled with the previous chorus, a hug, and a passionate kiss, it even exaggerated the most beautiful emotions in the world.

"Little brother Qin, little brother Qin, he looks so radiant every time he appears..."

On the sidelines, Xue Qinghe watched them quietly, the colors reflected in his eyes were very strange, "However, your current identity is really interesting... I want to see when they will send you to me... This is not Good operation…”

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