Chapter 611: Is Chapter 388 because she resembles Qing Jun? (Thanks to ‘Uncle Yong’ and good brother for the Alliance Leader’s reward!)
Unlike Qing Jun’s icy skin and jade bones, cool and sweat-free,
Little Qian’er would easily break out in a sweat.
Previously, on Star River Ancient Path, when Zhao Rong carried her, as she stood on tiptoe to drink honey water, in no ti, her delicate nose would be glistening with small droplets of fragrant sweat. Then Zhao Rong would laugh, rub his large nose against it for quite a while, spreading little Qian’er’s fragrant sweat around…
At the mont, as the two held hands, heading back to the third floor, between the big hand and the small hand, so of the little girl’s fragrant sweat had again been captured.
Little Qian’er silently took out a new handkerchief, as the one she had used for a long ti was left on the boat.
Little Qian’er lowered her head, seized Zhao Rong’s large hand, and first wiped his palm with the handkerchief, her eyes squinting like peach blossoms, careful and tender.
Zhao Rong suddenly turned back, saying sternly, “Ahem, silly girl, why are you so moist, when I squeeze, it’s all wet.”
Having just finished discussing affairs, Zhao Qian’er seed sowhat silent; Zhao Rong, her second wife, was not soone he wouldn’t notice, it’s just that it wasn’t easy to speak up. Now, however, he thought of using crooked thods to provoke her into talking.
“Moist…you don’t like it?” Little Qian’er looked at his large hand.
Zhao Rong was startled.
Little Qian’er muttered again, “Didn’t you say girls are made of water? Qian’er having more water ans I’m even more of a girl. Water is gentle without competition, attentive to the slightest detail, inclusive and generous… How nice.”
Zhao Rong cleared his throat lightly, realizing he had misunderstood; he needed to reflect.
Qian’er hadn’t been taught by him hand by hand before, how could she know much about these matters—well, except for the occasional ferocious words.
At this ti, Zhao Rong shook his head, “Too much water isn’t good because you’re not made of ordinary water; you’re made of vinegar.”
As he spoke, he grabbed Qian’er’s small hand, brought it to his nose, and lightly touched her tender palm with the tip of his nose. She slightly recoiled, exclaiming with a giggle, “Tickles~”
The little girl, looking up at him sniffing the palm of her hand, her voice soft and sweet, an involuntary smile on her lips, “You naughty thing, you’re ssing around again.”
After that, she looked around at the stairway.
It was the sa place where Zhao Rong had previously teased her, exploring a hundred thods of kneading the little dough.
The sa spot, with the sa stinky Rong’er brother.
Zhao Rong took in her scent, nodded, and sighed, “Undoubtedly, you’re made of vinegar.”
“Annoying!” Little Qian’er retracted her hand and thumped his shoulder, then turned and walked away.
Zhao Rong leaned forward, embracing her from behind, burying his head into the delicate neck of the lady in his embrace, amidst the fragrance and black hair, whispering softly,
“Why are you unhappy again?”
“I’m not unhappy.”
“Eh, you’re Rong’er brother’s joy, how would I not know if you’re unhappy?”
“Hmm.”
Zhao Rong thought for a mont, bit the little ear close by, and imitated her with a “Hmm.”
“Stop it, it tickles, don’t bite,” Little Qian’er complained softly, her cheeks blushing.
“Speak up,” Zhao Rong demanded sternly.
Little Qian’er fell silent for a while, then whispered softly, “I don’t like to see you debase yourself, to play the villain. My heartache is to see you looked down upon by others… I want to gouge out their eyes with a swing, and sever all the prejudice against you with divine skills…”
Zhao Rong also fell silent for a mont. He suddenly let go, turned around, and walked over to the window by the stairway, raising his hand to shut out the night and the evening breeze.
The little girl was prone to sweating, and her neck had again been coaxed into a fragrant sweat just now, which upon being blown by the evening breeze of autumn…
Even though Zhao Rong knew little Qian’er’s constitution as a Vast Realm sword cultivator did not fear the slightest, he just didn’t want her to feel any discomfort or the least bit of sadness.
Zhao Qian’er turned her head slightly stunned, watching Rong’er brother close the window under the moonlight. Her heart ward, and she couldn’t help but walk forward, wanting to embrace him, to hold him forever.
As Zhao Rong turned back around, he was tightly embraced by the little girl. He raised his hand to stroke her head, feeling an incredibly intense love and dependence.
He pursed his lips, then spoke out of the blue,
“Do you dislike Su Qingdai?”
Little Qian’er nodded.
“Why?”
“No reason, I just don’t like her.”
Listening to the little girl’s petulant words, feeling her tight embrace, Zhao Rong’s hands weren’t idle either.
He found little Qian’er was indeed petite in stature, but very comfortable to hold, like a delicate little doll, with slim arms and legs, slender and graceful, seemingly easy to maneuver and control, thus evoking a strong protective urge in a man.
To cherish her.
Zhao Rong was no exception. Or rather, he had cherished her from a young age—except for those years when he was a bookworm, of course.
At this mont, he rested his chin on little Qian’er’s shoulder, his palm gently caressing her slender back and waist, his eyes narrowing,
“Is it because she resembles Qing Jun?”
Zhao Qian’er fell silent.
She disliked Su Qingdai.
It had been that way from the first sight, not because of the encounter on Star River Ancient Path, where they had t Su Qingdai’s haughty entourage, and Rong’er brother had pulled her aside to give way.
Rather, it was because her temperant was too similar to her sister’s.
Or to say, in the eyes of many n, Su Qingdai and her own sister were of the sa type of goddess.
Proud daughters of heaven, stunning fairies, yet aloof from n.
Like an ice lotus, to be admired from a distance but not to be desecrated.
Both were untouchable icy fairies.
Of course, this was from the perspective of so n looking up. From that angle, the two seed alike.
After all, standing at the foot of a mountain, there’s hardly any difference between seeing the world’s tallest and the tenth tallest peak.
But in the eyes of little Qian’er, her sister and Su Qingdai were, of course, different.
Her sister was the unrivaled number one of the younger generation in Taiching Prefecture and even the whole Wangque Continent, and she was also a female sword cultivator.
Whereas Su Qingdai was rely an ice mountain fairy from this relatively small Li Territory, although Great Li was vast, she was at best famous within several surrounding nations.
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