ebookpocket.com Chapter 200 Is Zhuqing older than me?
Chapter 200 Is Zhuqing older than me?
"You...you bastard..."
Ning Rongrong wiped away the tears on her face, shook off Qin Jian's hand, turned around and left.
But the next moment, a warm embrace embraced her from behind.
"Rongrong... don't leave..."
The warm breath sprayed on the crystal earlobes, causing all the tears that Ning Rongrong had finally suppressed to burst out again.
"Let me go...let me go..."
Ning Rongrong struggled without sincerity, but Qin Jian hugged him tighter and tighter.
"Rongrong..."
Qin Jian suddenly let go of his embrace, but before Ning Rongrong could escape, he took her hand and turned it so that she was facing him, and then... hugged her hard again!
"no, do not want!"
Thinking that he would vomit blood, Ning Rongrong subconsciously broke away, but she didn't expect that Qin Jian would hug him so tightly.
"Hurry up and let me go! Let me go! You will get hurt and vomit blood!"
Qin Jian ignored Ning Rongrong's struggle. He held her tightly in his arms and said in a low voice, "Even if I die...I am not willing to let you go!"
Ning Rongrong's anger and grievances suddenly disappeared, leaving only a soft little heart beating thumpingly.
The next moment, the two of them pulled away slightly, and then a touch of hot softness pressed against them. Ning Rongrong's eyes widened.
She subconsciously wanted to struggle again, but she found that Qin Jian didn't appear anything strange. This time, the hug and kiss... nothing happened!
"It's great...I can hug you...I can kiss you..."
After a long kiss, Qin Jian gently touched her forehead, and the tips of their noses wanted to touch.
"Brother Jian..."
Ning Rongrong was immersed in the embrace between the two after more than two years, her expression was in a trance, her eyes were blurred, her whole body felt like bathing in a hot spring, and she was so comfortable that she just wanted to sleep.
"Brother Jian, why did you do that kind of thing with Zhuqing?"
Finally, Ning Rongrong's thoughts returned to the matter that concerned her most.
Qin Jian opened his mouth, but didn't know where to start.
Although he was almost pushed back, as if the responsibility was not his, he couldn't say anything about such a shameful thing...
Ning Rongrong saw that he was hesitant to speak, blinked her big eyes, and suddenly put her hands on his chest and said, "You didn't take the initiative, right?"
Qin Jian: "..."
Ning Rongrong's eyes gradually became dangerous: "In other words...it's okay for Zhuqing to eat secretly...and she took the initiative to eat secretly, and then she even asked me to comfort her even though she was green?"
She pushed Qin Jian away fiercely and rushed out the door.
But when he was about to step out of the room, Qin Jian grabbed his hand and pulled him back, falling into his arms.
"Rong Rong, are you still planning to go back to settle accounts with her in the middle of the night?" Qin Jian hugged her helplessly and said.
Ning Rongrong patted his chest bitterly and said through gritted teeth, "Are you protecting her now?!"
Qin Jian stroked his forehead: "Rongrong, you can't blame her alone for this kind of thing..."
"Then tell me...how did you start?"
Ning Rongrong pointed her finger at his chest, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Uh... it's just... um... what... she pushed me down... um..." Qin Jian covered his face as he spoke.
"Brother Jian, I don't believe your self-control is so poor..."
Ning Rongrong's fingers were twirling around his body, and her other hand took out a dagger at some point, and said leisurely: "Brother Jian, don't you want the little head anymore?"
Qin Jian paused and said decisively: "She ate a whole bag of catnip."
Zhuqing, Zhuqing, for your future happiness, forgive me...
"Catnip? A whole bag?"
Ning Rongrong's head was filled with questions, but she soon remembered Zhu Zhuqing's enthusiasm after eating a few pieces of catnip in the spirit fighting arena, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly: "She really sacrificed herself. You worked hard... I... admire you..."
Qin Jian was ashamed.
Ning Rongrong's eyes wandered for a while, then she suddenly raised her head and looked directly at him: "Brother Jian, I'm obviously the first, how could you let her do it first?"
The ashamed Qin Jian immediately started to sweat profusely: "You were too young at that time..."
"Are you very old now? Zhuqing is still younger than me!"
Ning Rongrong put her hands on her hips and said, "I don't think you mean you are young, right?"
"What can it be if it's not age... uh..."
Qin Jian suddenly paused, moved his eyes uncontrollably, turned his eyes slightly, and then quickly took them back.
But his little move obviously didn't escape Ning Rongrong's eyes. She immediately looked like she was about to cry: "You really think I'm young... ugh..."
"No, Rongrong..."
Qin Jian shook his head slowly and said in a low voice: "No, Rongrong, I just don't want to hurt you..."
His words made Ning Rongrong tilt her head in confusion: "What does this have to do with not wanting to hurt me?"
Qin Jian held up her smooth little face, looked into her eyes, and said seriously: "Think about our situation at that time. If we separated after that kind of relationship, what would you think of me? A A scumbag who eats everything and runs away?"
Ning Rongrong thought about it for a moment and realized that what Qin Jian said was true. It had nothing to do with being young or not. After all, it was normal for people with soul power to mature prematurely on this continent.
But the situation between the two of them at that time, if they separated again, it would be really hard for her, Ning Rongrong, not to suspect that Qin Jian was a scumbag.
She was able to realize her true intention later and choose to trust him completely, all because Qin Jian did everything at that time, whether it was hunting soul beasts for her or exchanging fairy herbs for her, without asking for anything in return.
Giving without asking for anything in return is the key to supporting Ning Rongrong until now, and even being able to tolerate the existence of other people.
If something happened at that time, their first love would no longer be pure...
"Okay, stinky man, I believe you." Ning Rongrong waved her hand and said magnanimously.
Qin Jian was speechless: "You believe me and you still stink like a man?"
"Hmph, logically I should forgive you, but don't you know women can be unreasonable?"
Ning Rongrong raised her chin up as a matter of course: "I'm just unhappy!"
What else could Qin Jian say at this time? Of course, kiss him!
Only a fool continued to discuss with her whether it was appropriate or not!It’s not a Qiong Yao drama!
"Um..."
As expected, Ning Rongrong softened with just one kiss, and Ning Rongrong's originally hateful appearance immediately became as soft as water.
Qin Jian, who was just concentrating on chewing, didn't notice that a little foot appeared behind his heel, and then he stumbled hard...
boom!
Qin Jian fell on the bed in response, and Ning Rongrong rode on him, pressing his chest with both hands, and said with an expression of anger: "Why should she come from behind and I...want it too!"
This was not the first time they had done this kind of thing. Ning Rongrong was very familiar with it, but what to do after sex required Qin Jian's experience.
Whether it’s the breathtakingly beautiful snow-capped mountains or the perfect, high-quality creamy skin, they all fall into the category of indescribability…