Chapter 2    Like you a little

"Oh? Is there any medicine that doctor Luo Shu can't prescribe?"

Ning Fan drank a sip of the pavilion. The maid of the Seven Treasures Glazed Lilac Sect had already prepared the cold tea and said with a smile.

After experiencing a small interaction with Ning Rongrong, Ning Rongrong hummed a few times and once again entered her forbidden area, letting the latter enter the pavilion and sit beside her.

At this time, after Ning Fan poured the brown sugar ginger water carefully made for Ning Rongrong, he showed concern and asked Ning Rongrong about her physical condition.

Although in Ning Fan's eyes and impressions, Ning Rongrong's strength to kick himself just now.

He was sure that Ning Rongrong had no health problems, but the necessary care must not be missed.

At this time, Ning Rongrong held his cheek with both hands, and for some reason a faint glow crawled on his face. Looking at the man in front of him, a strange color flashed from time to time in his beautiful big eyes, and he said in a vague way.

"I don't know what disease I got. I went to several pharmacies. They all smiled and shook their heads and said they couldn't prescribe it."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Ning Fan nodded his head lightly, and a look of clarity appeared on his face.

As expected, this little witch is here to be a relative!

Otherwise, how could so many famous doctors and soul masters in Tiandou City not be able to prescribe medicine?

"Then, what did Dr. Luo Shu say?"

Ning Fan asked with a smile.

Luo Shu is a famous Tiandou City. He is not only proficient in medicinal medicine, but also a very rare healing soul master at level 48.

"He, he said I had a heart disease, and he couldn't prescribe a prescription, so he had to use someone to treat it..."

Ning Rongrong, holding a small bowl with brown sugar and shredded ginger soup in one small hand, and twisting the texture on the stone table with the other hand, suddenly became distorted.

"Ding! Your combat experience has improved a little!"

"Ding! You have obtained the revolver manufacturing drawings!"

A cold mechanical sound rang out in my mind again, indicating that the girl in front of me was not calm at this time.

However, Ning Fan did not put his mind on it, but looked at the shy little witch in front of him, with a strange look.

"Heart disease??"

Ning Fan murmured in his heart, then looked at the milky white bowl that was in the bottom of Ning Rongrong's hand, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This little witch actually drank a bowl of brown sugar shredded ginger water that she had poured her so quickly.

After a surprise in my heart, I immediately showed my warm and caring true self again.

After nodding gently, he immediately stood up and poured a bowl for the little witch again.

"If you have a heart disease, you need to take a rest. Don't jump around all day. Drink more hot water. No, it's hot soup. Haha, it seems that you like drinking this, so I haven't wasted my whole morning's effort."

Ning Fan stood up and bent down, and while filling Ning Rongrong with a bowl, he said with a smile.

"You, have you cooked it all morning?" Ning Rongrong held the edge of the bowl with his two little hands, as if he was feeling the temperature inside. Then he looked up slightly at Ning Fan and said softly.

"Yes." Ning Fan smiled slightly.

Seeing this, Ning Rongrong lowered his head and looked at the brown sugar water emitting wisps of white smoke from the bowl. His little hands hugged him tighter, and murmured with the slight sound of mosquitoes.

"Actually, I don't like the sweet taste..."

Ning Rongrong didn't like this taste very much. If she followed her previous habits, let alone drinking all this bowl, maybe after taking a sip, her face changed and she would just pour it on Ning Fan's face.

But now...

"Huh? What?" Ning Fan did not hear Qing Ning Rongrong's whisper.

"No! Nothing! You..." Ning Rongrong suddenly raised his head, with a warm and tender watery look in his beautiful big eyes, and he scolded him inexplicably in panic.

Immediately, the beautiful big eyes stumbled slightly, and the gaze frozen at the strangeness near the tiger's mouth in Ning Fan's right hand. The eyes that were used to being sharp and powerful slowly eased.

"You, the scalding on your hands is..."

"This, haha, since I joined this sect and became a core disciple, I haven't been in contact with the kitchen for a long time. I've been scalded when I cook simple brown sugar water. Sure enough, it's still too wasteful..."

Hearing this, Ning Fan's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately put the wound on his right hand into his cuff, sat back on the stone chair, shook his head, and looked at Ning Rongrong with some helplessness and ridicule.

This is his true words. He would not have harmed himself to win Ning Rongrong's sympathy.

But because I didn’t go to the kitchen for too long, I accidentally got busy and had some accidents.

"Hmph, it's really a waste!" Ning Rongrong put his little head on his face and snorted lightly, not saying anything.

"However, considering that you were injured because of this lady, Humph, take this back and apply it twice, and the scald will recover within a day."

Ning Rongrong waved his little hand, and with a fleeting white light, a small white jade bottle appeared on the stone table.

"Ding! You have obtained ten gold coins!"

At this moment, a voice sounded in Ning Fan's mind again.

"Hmm? Only ten gold coins?"

Ning Fan looked at the white jade bottle with a little dull eyes, thinking in his heart.

This is the first time Ning Rongrong has given himself something. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be just that.

"What are you looking at? Why don't you accept it!" Ning Rongrong slapped the stone table with his little hand and shouted loudly in dissatisfaction.

"Oh...oh, OK!"

Ning Rongrong's scolding made Ning Fan come back to his senses, and he immediately took the white jade bottle and looked up at Ning Rongrong, his eyes becoming more and more strange.

For some reason, Ning Rongrong's white and tender face and ears were covered with bright redness.

The cute little head is now like a hairy crab that is red after being cooked.

"Hiss, why do you feel that this little witch is particularly strange today?"

It's really strange, after all, this little witch is very lively.

A strange thought flashed through Ning Fan's mind, and then there was no idea to continue exploring, clearing his thoughts.

A gentle smile on his face continued.

"Rongrong, I feel that you seem a little strange? Could it be because of that "heart disease"? If you are in a bad mood, relax. Do you need me to sneak out and have a fun alone and relax?"

Although it felt something was wrong, Ning Fan did not continue to take it to heart.

"Hmph, you are just a little disciple. Can you hide it from my father's eyes and let this lady sneak out alone?"

"Last time I wanted to sneak out, you helped with confidence, but in the end you were discovered. You were even warned by your father that time!"

At this time, the red cloud on Ning Rongrong's face slowly faded away, and he hugged his little hands in front of his chest and said disdainfully to Ning Fan.

"Haha, it's indeed a bit difficult, but as long as I can do it, I can leave it to me."

Ning Fan looked at Ning Rongrong's eyes and said softly to him with an unquestionable tone.

Ning Rongrong's beautiful big eyes dodged slightly, and the bright redness that had faded from his face got up again. He waved his white little hand to Ning Fan, and said unnaturally.

"Forget it, forget it. If your father discovers it again this time, your impression of you will be even worse in your father's eyes."

"And, I'm not in a bad mood..." Ning Rongrong buried his head and muttered softly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Strange, really strange!

Ning Fan couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in surprise.

Hiss! I don’t know when this little witch started, but she even started to consider his feelings and situation?

However, does this "heart disease" mean a bad mood?

What is that?

And it must be mandated?

Could it be?

Um?

Ning Fan seemed to finally realize what "heart disease" was. He turned his head and glanced at Ning Rongrong at this moment, with an inexplicable color in his eyes.

At this time, Ning Rongrong stood up, his lips were biting blue, and his hands tightly grasped the hem of his clothes.

He opened his mouth and closed his mouth, as if he was adjusting his emotions and tone, pressed his chest again, took several deep breaths before he spoke hesitantly.

"In view of your special performance on my birthday last time, I was very happy, so I... Miss... decided to give you a chance! As a reward!"

After saying that, he raised his proud and snow-white neck, closed his beautiful big eyes, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly, waiting for Ning Fan's reply.

Ning Fan let out a light breath. Ning Rongrong's almost explicit words also made him fully understand what Ning Rongrong meant.

"Uh, do you want me to confess to her?" Ning Fan said in his heart.

However, understanding means understanding.

However, Ning Fan chose to pretend to be stupid!

"Last time, it was just my unexpected work. If Rongrong you want to hear, you can continue to be my audience in the future. Haha, I don't need any reward."
To be continued...