Douluo's lovelorn can become stronger

"Put it on!"



In the wind and rain, thunder continued.



But the angry voice of the boy did not frighten the girl. In her entire life, no one has ever treated her like this.



For a moment, she was completely frightened.



Qin Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took the opportunity to put on her poncho and tie it up, then without saying a word, he picked her up and ran away.



Outside, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo also breathed a sigh of relief.



If Ning Rongrong continues to be so angry, they don't know if they will become soft-hearted...



After a while, Ning Rongrong finally came back to her senses.



"Qin Jian! You were so cruel to me just now! Let me down!"



She suddenly struggled.



"Don't let it go!"



Qin Jian not only did not put her down, but instead ran faster and faster on the muddy ground.



"You put me down!"



Ning Rongrong kept patting Qin Jian's back and kept moving, making Qin Jian unable to continue running.



clap clap!



He suddenly freed up a hand and clapped it without saying a word, making a crisp sound...



"Don't move!"



Ning Rongrong was stunned...



Even Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo from the outside were stunned...



"You...how could you take pictures of me..."



After a moment, Ning Rongrong said angrily, "You can't touch a girl's private parts!"



"I touched it! You bit me!"



Qin Jian also took the risk.



This ****, Ning Rongrong is still holding her back, which will put anyone in a bad mood.



"me…"



Ning Rongrong was choked, and immediately her heart went crazy, "Ouch" and she hit her shoulder...



"Ah! You really bite me!"



Qin Jian was furious.



"I'll bite! I'll bite! Ouch..."



Ning Rongrong refused to let go...



After struggling like this for a long time, Qin Jian didn't put her down.



I don’t know how much time passed, but in the storm, the little boy ran wildly with the little girl on his back.



Although he was embarrassed, he felt strangely warm.



"Will these two little guys have feelings for each other..."



Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt worried.



Sword Douluo then said: "Let nature take its course. Rongrong is still young, so even if something happens, the impact should not be big."



This is why he encouraged Qin Jian to do it, because he didn't think that such a young age would really hurt Ning Rongrong...



"Too…"



Ning Fengzhi nodded...



Inside the mimicry training ground.



Qin Jian didn't know how long he had been running. He only knew that his steps were getting heavier and heavier...



Finally, during the storm, he saw a huge tent.



He used his remaining strength, lifted the door curtain and rushed in.



Heavy rain, thunder, and wind were immediately blocked out.



"Whoosh..."



Qin Jian held his knees and panted heavily. After a full 10 minutes, he slowly recovered.



"Qin Jian, are you okay?"



Ning Rongrong finally climbed off him. Her legs softened and she almost sat on the ground.



It had been jolting for so long that her legs were numb.



"I...huh...it's okay..."



Qin Jian had sweat pouring down his face: "You...huh...go see what's in the tent first...I'll...huh...take a rest..."



"okay…"



After a moment, Ning Rongrong recovered without spending much energy, and her attention was quickly attracted to the facilities in the tent.



“Wow…there’s delicious food here!”



"Wow! There's also a change of clothes! There's also a place to take a shower!"



"Wow! What a big bed!"



"..."



The sounds of shouting and yelling kept coming, and the corners of Qin Jian's mouth curled up slightly: "What a little girl..."



He stretched his calves with difficulty.



After running for so long, if you don't stretch, your legs will become lotus-shaped...



After supporting himself to complete a set of stretching, Qin Jian could no longer hold on and sat down on the ground.



"Qin Jian, Qin Jian, do you want to take a bath? You can take a bath here!" Ning Rongrong ran over and said excitedly.



Qin Jian shook his head and said gently: "You are also soaked. You should wash it first..."



"Okay, then I'm going!"



Ning Rongrong rushed back excitedly.



Qin Jian shook his head and saw a stove in the center of the tent.



He moved over with difficulty and lit it on fire.



"Crackling..."



The warm firelight lit up, and he finally felt a little better...



"La la la..."



The sound of water splash gradually came from behind the tent, as well as the sound of a girl humming happily...



Qin Jian's eyelids are getting heavier and heavier...



I don't know how long has passed.



The sound of water behind gradually disappeared, and the radiant Ning Rongrong finally walked out.



"Qin Jian, Qin Jian, I've washed it, you go and wash it too..."



Halfway through her words, she suddenly froze.



Because in the middle of the tent, the young man hugged his knees and rested his head on them, already falling into a deep sleep.



The warm firelight shone on his face, which turned red.



Ning Rongrong felt a twitch in her heart for some reason.



"Tick tock, tick tock..."



She walked forward quietly and saw drops of rain falling on Qin Jian's clothes, soaking the surrounding ground.



"Qin Jian..."



Ning Rongrong suddenly wanted to cry.



This young man worked so hard to get here. His clothes were soaked through. He was exhausted. He didn't even have the strength to change clothes...



But he still didn't complain a word, nor did he blame her for being willful. He just did everything silently and asked her to take a shower first. It was obvious that the one who needed warm water bubbles the most was himself...



"Qin Jian..."



Tears rolled down the girl's cheeks.



"Cough...cough..."



At this moment, Qin Jian, whose head was resting on his knees, suddenly started coughing.



His face was slightly distorted, and he seemed to be very uncomfortable, but he did not wake up.



"Isn't he sick?"



Ning Rongrong was startled and quickly stepped forward and squatted down.



"Qin Jian, Qin Jian, don't sleep, change out of your wet clothes quickly! Qin Jian!"



Under her reluctant shaking, Qin Jian's eyes finally opened slowly, seemingly still a little dazed.



"Cough cough..."



But he soon started coughing again, which also woke him up completely.



"Qin Jian, don't get sick..."



The tears on the girl's face warmed Qin Jian's heart. He coughed a few more times and then said: "Rong Rong, don't worry, I'm not sick. Ahem..."



"He said no, but he has been coughing." Ning Rongrong said with a tearful voice.



"No..."



Qin Jian showed a gentle smile: "I'm just physically exhausted. I'll be fine after a night's rest."



"Ah? Is that so?"



Ning Rongrong was stunned, and then suddenly thought of something, and urged: "Go and take off your clothes and take a bath, take a good soak, otherwise even if you are not sick now, you will get sick if you continue."



"it is good…"



Qin Jian agreed and slowly stood up with his knees on his knees.



After being exhausted, I fell asleep for a while, and my body seemed even more tired.



Ning Rongrong saw him swaying and helped him to the back, then turned back to the front.



"Whoa..."



Soon there was a heavy sound of splashing water, which was when Qin Jian finally soaked in the bath.



"Eh?"



Ning Rongrong suddenly froze, and then the blush melted on her cheeks.



"He...he...he took a bath without changing the water..."