"You!" Ning Rongrong opened her mouth, unable to refute him.
After all, she was being pressed down by Ye Qiu at this moment, and as long as Ye Qiu wanted, she would be penetrated at any time.
Ye Qiu looked at Ning Rongrong's red face and had to say that the little witch was indeed born with natural beauty, and her skin was so delicate that it could be blown away.
"You, you get out of the way!" Ning Rongrong dodged her eyes, hugged her hands tightly in front of her, and turned her face to the side.
"Okay." Ye Qiu smiled and stood up.
He lowered his eyes to look at the place where Ning Rongrong was protecting and couldn't help but curl his lips.
For a flat person like her, shouldn't she hold her skirt tightly at this time? "Where are you looking?!"
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, quickly stood up, bent her knees and hugged her legs. She glared at Ye Qiu fiercely.
"Can't I take a look? It's not like you're not wearing any clothes." Ye Qiu shrugged and didn't care.
"Hmph! Even if what you said just now is right, right?" Ning Rongrong snorted coldly and lowered her eyebrows and eyes, and her eyes were dim. She was still a little unhappy.
"I was right, but you are still so depressed." Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows, leaned back on the stone, looked up at the cold jade plate hanging high in the night sky, and said faintly:
"Are you still brooding over what happened just now?"
"..."
Ning Rongrong remained silent.
The mood that had just calmed down became depressed and sad again. What made her sadder than Flanders's derogation was what happened tonight. She curled up her legs and hugged her knees with both hands.
She lowered her head, tears in her eyes again, and asked in confusion, "Dead liar, tell me, what did I do wrong?"
Thinking of Ye Qiu's outspokenness, Ning Rongrong immediately raised her eyes to look at Ye Qiu again. Her voice was crying, and she said aggrievedly, "Don't say I'm stupid again!"
Ye Qiu laughed dumbly, looking at Ning Rongrong's tearful appearance.
He shook his head gently. "Honestly, you did nothing wrong."
"You lied to me. I didn't do anything wrong. Why doesn't anyone want to be friends with me?!" Ning Rongrong thought Ye Qiu was just trying to comfort her.
"Heh." Ye Qiu sneered and shook his head, looking at Ning Rongrong with deep meaning in his eyes.
"You are a young lady. What did you do wrong? If you must say you did something wrong, it's that you didn't put yourself in the right position."
Ning Rongrong wiped her tears, a little puzzled. "What do you mean?"
Ye Qiu stretched out his hand and pinched Ning Rongrong's tearful and cold face, and said unhappily: "Excuse me. Does your father have many friends?"
"He, he..."
Ning Rongrong opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.
She really couldn't think of how many true friends Ning Fengzhi had when he was away from home.
"How about it? Can't tell?" Ye Qiu continued with a smile.
"You are the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, and you may even be the heir and the sect master in the future. You are destined to be high and mighty. There are very few people who are at the same level as you."
"Many times, it's not because you are not good enough!"
"Most people are in awe of your power and hate your arrogance. They feel inferior and find it difficult to have an equal dialogue with you. They also want to communicate with you on an equal footing. Deliberately approaching you will only make both parties feel uncomfortable."
Ning Rongrong stared at Ye Qiu in a daze, with a strange light flashing in her eyes. These words were something she had never heard before.
It seemed to make sense, but at the same time, Ning Rongrong felt something was wrong.
According to Ye Qiu, she had no friends not because she didn't do well enough, but because she was too good and too excellent. Was she really right? Ning Rongrong was a little confused, and the tears that overflowed from her eyes began to converge.
Her eyes were blurred with tears, and she blinked.
"Then why do they call me a little witch behind my back?"
"Little witch? That's it?!"
"A little witch who cried after being told a few words and then ran away?"
Ye Qiu pretended to be surprised, even with a bit of disdain. Which noble son doesn't have a bit of pampering? Bullying men and women, doing all kinds of evil.
There are many such people. Even Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai and the like were equally unbearable.
Ning Rongrong had such an identity and status. But, she just liked to play some childish pranks. Ye Qiu had reason to believe that if Flanders met some other nobles, they would probably go back crying and ask for help to redecorate Shrek.
"Ye Qiu!" Ning Rongrong frowned, a little angry.
She didn't know how many times Ye Qiu looked down at her tonight. Didn't he say that she was high and mighty?!
This dead liar! He just knew how to lie to her!
"Humph!" Ning Rongrong snorted coldly, her eyebrows slightly raised, and she looked at Ye Qiu in confusion.
"No, something's wrong."
"What's wrong?" Ye Qiu glanced at her in confusion.
"You know me?" Ning Rongrong's eyes were full of doubt and a little alert.
She never said that she was the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect.
How did the dead liar know?!
"Hehe, I've been to Tiandou City and heard of your name. Isn't that unreasonable?" Ye Qiu responded with a chuckle.
It seems that Ning Rongrong is not really stupid. Noticing Ye Qiu's surprised look, Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth.
Knowing that Ye Qiu was praising her IQ in his heart again. She could only snort helplessly, turned her head and said nothing.
Ye Qiu chuckled, he was not in a hurry. Anyway, he would take down her martial spirit tonight.
As for changing Ning Rongrong?
He had no interest in it at all.
'She was young now, and it was normal for her to be naughty. After more contact with people outside, time will sculpt her into what she should be. Anyway, I am sure that I can control her from doing outrageous things now, and that's enough.'
Whether she is really a little witch or not, it will not be a problem.
For a long time, Ning Rongrong wiped her tears and regained some of her little witch posture.
Glancing at Ye Qiu and snorted coldly.
"Hmph! Even if you are right, then according to what you said, wouldn't it be difficult for me to make friends?"
Ye Qiu smiled proudly, with his thumb pointing to himself.
"Who said that? Can't you make a friend now?"
"You mean you?"
Ning Rongrong looked at Ye Qiu in surprise.
"Why? Can't I?"
Ye Qiu raised his eyebrows.
He looked at Ning Rongrong with burning eyes, looking her up and down, with a look of amazement on his face.
"As Flanders said, you will die the fastest on the battlefield, but it's not that I can't protect you."
Ning Rongrong gritted her teeth, a little annoyed and a little embarrassed.
She regained some of her toughness. She straightened her body, raised her snow-white neck with a hazy color, and said proudly: "What? You want to seduce me?"
Ye Qiu smiled teasingly. "Why? You don't let me seduce you?"
"Ah! I, I'll let you seduce your dead head!" Ning Rongrong suddenly scolded, pushing Ye Qiu's head aside.
"Hey! You are crossing the river and destroying the bridge." Ye Qiu quickly grabbed Ning Rongrong's little hand.
"You, you let go!" Ning Rongrong pulled her hand back anxiously.
In the dark, Ning Rongrong's face was very ruddy, and her heartbeat accelerated. A little fight made her sadness disappear completely.