Extra: Senior Sister Rongrong Becomes My Wife

The flickering candlelight cast a warm, hazy glow in the room.

Seeing that Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin were both somewhat drunk, Su Ran staggered to the glass tree in the garden at the top of the tower.

The white jade wine jugs he carried on either side were mostly empty. His handsome profile was flushed with a faint blush from the slight intoxication. His eyes, unlike their usual clear and wise gaze, were veiled with a hazy mist as he looked at the stars in the sky.

He seemed to easily spot a blue planet among the countless stars; that was Douluo Star.

A night breeze swept by, carrying the faint scent of grass and trees from the courtyard, and also ruffling a few stray strands of hair on his forehead. Ten thousand years had passed in the blink of an eye. From being ignorant in another world to being revered as a "Celestial Master" today, his experiences were like drinking water, and only the unchanging moonlight silently witnessed everything.

"I really do miss home." A soft sigh, tinged with the effects of alcohol, dissipated into the silent air.

Soft footsteps sounded from behind, so light they almost blended into the night. A slender figure emerged from behind a colorful screen painted with a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix—it was Ning Rongrong.

She wore only a light, soft, lotus-colored nightgown, with a matching sheer long robe over it. Her hair cascaded down her back, loosely tied up with a single jade hairpin, and a few stray strands fell around her neck, adding to her languid charm.

She wore no makeup, yet her face appeared even more radiant and translucent in the dim light. Her beautiful eyes, which always held a lively smile, now held a hint of worry and shyness as she gazed at the intoxicated, handsome man lying beneath the stained-glass tree.

She stepped forward gracefully, carrying the faint fragrance of her post-bath perfume, and sat down beside Su Ran. She gently and naturally took the wine jug from his hand, saying, "Father and Grandpa Jian, really, how could they get you so drunk, my husband?"

Ning Rongrong thought that her father and the others just wanted to keep Su Ran here overnight so that she could get a little drunk.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that the usually aloof teacher, Su Ran, aside from still exuding unparalleled charm, was no different from those hungover, melancholic men, his eyes hazy and seemingly soft.

Her voice was soft and gentle, seemingly both reproachful and pitying. Her fingertips inadvertently touched Su Ran's slightly hot hand, and then she snuggled into his arms.

With the soft jade in his arms, Su Ran glanced at Ning Rongrong, and the sense of estrangement and emotion that arose from the alcohol gradually melted away, replaced by warmth.

Without answering, he simply reached out and embraced her warm, soft body. Ning Rongrong stiffened slightly at first, then relaxed her body and leaned against his shoulder, her cheek pressed against his slightly open collar, feeling his steady heartbeat and the warmth transmitted through the fabric.

"Are you a little tired from spreading the teachings of the gods lately?" she asked softly, her fingers unconsciously playing with the exquisite embroidery on his lapel.

"If that's the case, my husband, you can rest for a while. There's no rush in educating him; we have a long life ahead of us..."

"Yes, there's still a long way to go. Since we've already achieved immortality, why waste time?"

Su Ran exhaled a long breath of alcohol and sighed.

Ten thousand years have passed since the Douluo Continent era, and I wonder if my family and friends on Earth are still alive?

The smell of alcohol exhaled by an ordinary drunkard is extremely pungent and unpleasant.

But Su Ran's breath smelled like a drug; when Ning Rongrong smelled it, she felt a surge of heat throughout her body, and her face immediately turned bright red.

Nestled in Su Ran's arms, watching the stars—this was a student dream back in Taoyuan Academy, and I never imagined it would actually come true.

At this moment, the original plan seemed unimportant; she only wanted to enjoy the tranquility and warmth of this moment, like an innocent little girl.

"If only I could have looked at the stars in your arms like this ten thousand years ago. But even though it's a bit late, it's still very good."

Upon hearing this, although she was still somewhat drunk, Su Ran couldn't help but laugh:

"The young girl, unaware of the importance of diligently cultivating the Dharma, only utters the words 'Hello, teacher!'"

Hearing this, Ning Rongrong couldn't help but chuckle. She tilted her face up in his arms, her eyes sparkling with reminiscence: "Who told you to be so handsome, with such an ethereal air, like a celestial being descended from heaven? How can you blame him?"

"There's a saying in the academy: 'Possessing a treasure is a crime.' Your looks are a crime—seducing young girls is a grave offense!"

Ning Rongrong reached out, her fingertips gently stroking his long hair, which was tied up with a jade crown, and then touching the barely perceptible fine lines at the corners of his eyes. She chuckled a few times, her tone gradually softening as she murmured, "But now... you are my husband, the revered Immortal Master Su even in the divine realm, and also... the most important person to me. This is good, this is good enough."

It would be even better if I could become a mother.

She spoke the last few words very softly, yet each word clearly reached Su Ran's ears, carrying a soothing warmth. The faint melancholy that had arisen in Su Ran's heart due to the passage of time seemed to be quietly soothed by these gentle words. He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, their breaths mingling with the scent of wine and her delicate fragrance.

Su Ran gazed at the face so close to hers. The candlelight danced in her clear eyes, reflecting his image and revealing her undisguised longing and deep affection. Her pink lips parted slightly from her earlier smile, her breath sweet: "Rongrong, what you said makes sense..."

"In this respect, I do owe you something."

"Hmm?" Ning Rongrong responded, noticing the change in his gaze. Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily, and her cheeks turned even redder, as if they had been stained with the finest rouge.

He didn't speak again, but instead let his actions speak for themselves. He lowered his head and precisely captured her lips.

It started as a gentle touch, filled with tenderness.

But soon, the kiss got out of control, becoming deep and urgent, with a hint of intoxication and pent-up emotions.

Ning Rongrong let out a soft hum, then wrapped her arms around his neck like water snakes, responding awkwardly yet passionately.

My breathing became hot and disordered.

Immediately, Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong fell asleep beneath the Nine-Colored Glazed Pagoda.

On the tower, however, an indescribable commotion ensued...

The moonlight had quietly moved on, casting its gentle glow through the windowpane onto the scattered glass flowers, illuminating two beautiful figures.

The surging waves gradually subsided, and Su Ran's intoxication dissipated, though the lingering effects remained.

Su Ran gently ran his fingers through her sweat-dampened hair. Ning Rongrong snuggled against him like a satisfied cat, finding a more comfortable spot.

"I knew you were clever all along, but I didn't expect even Sect Master Ning would be willing to help you out."

Su Ran said, sounding slightly tired.

Upon hearing this, Ning Rongrong, whose whole body was flushed, blushed even more. She naturally knew that someone as clever as her husband must know the purpose of her father's attempt to get her drunk. She was both amused and a little nervous, afraid that Su Ran would think she was a scheming woman.

However, she soon felt at ease.

"However, it's understandable that Sect Leader Ning only has you as his child and wants to have grandchildren."

"the same as you."

These words were more moving than any sweet talk. Ning Rongrong's eyes welled with tears, a tears of contentment and happiness. She said nothing more, only hugged him tighter, softly murmured "Mmm," closed her eyes again, a serene smile on her lips.

"In that case, let's try a few more times. We can't let Father's plan fail and come to nothing."

Ning Rongrong turned over...

Until, outside the tower, the moonlight gradually faded, and the eastern sky began to show a very faint pale white, indicating that the night was about to pass.

The two fell into a deep sleep, so much so that Su Ran missed the next day's class, which caused a stir among the gods who went to listen to the lecture, who were puzzled as to why.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin looked at each other in disbelief, exclaiming that Rongrong was fierce, having made their usually punctual and trustworthy son-in-law break his promise.

But it wouldn't be good to disturb the son-in-law and daughter's happy occasion, nor could the school be left without a teacher.

So they caught a colorful-feathered rooster, placed it on the glass tree, and made it crow, hoping to wake Su Ran and Ning Rongrong... (End of Chapter)