"Zhuqing..."

Qin Jian was lying on the ground, slightly lost in thought.

I don't know if it was the shock of being suddenly knocked down by Zhu Zhuqing, or the concussion caused by the collision with the ground, or...

It is her joy that has not changed!

"Zhuqing..."

He stretched out his hands, slowly but firmly, and hugged the trembling girl, holding her tightly.

Her body was still so uneven, but Qin Jian held her and had no intention of feeling it.

He only knows that this cat-like girl is still in his arms. Five years have passed and she has not changed. What could satisfy him more than this?

"It's nice to be able to hold you..."

Qin Jian murmured in a low voice, then slowly moved his hand up and gently stroked Zhu Zhuqing's hair: "Zhuqing, can you let me see you? I want to see you..."

Zhu Zhuqing buried her head on his chest and said dullly: "...No."

Qin Jian couldn't help but put his hands beside her ears, intending to lift her head up.

As a result, Zhu Zhuqing shook his head and took his hand away.

After the initial hesitation, Qin Jian began to slowly recover his IQ.

"Did my little kitten cry like a cat?" He said with a smile.

"No, no," Zhu Zhuqing continued in a low voice.

Qin Jian laughed: "Then why don't you dare to show it to me?"

Zhu Zhuqing stopped talking.

"Zhuqing, can you show it to me?"

Qin Jian went to hold her head again, but this time Zhu Zhuqing did not resist, and the concubine followed his hand and slowly lifted it up.

A pair of hazy eyes and a white face that was already moist appeared in his sight.

Qin Jian was obsessed for a moment.

"Have you...have you seen enough..."

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help turning his head away and said slightly angrily: "Don't look at it!"

"I haven't seen enough... I can never see enough..."

Qin Jian suddenly reached out and hugged her tightly, turned around, and pressed her underneath him.

Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously hugged his neck: "You...what are you doing?"

Qin Jian held her with one hand and held the back of her head with the other, preventing her from touching the ground.

"I'm not doing anything, I'm just...wiping your face..." He looked at Zhu Zhuqing with soft eyes and said.

She originally thought it was with her hands, but Qin Jian slowly lowered his head and kissed her eyes slowly.

Zhu Zhuqing opened his eyes slightly at first, but then immediately closed them.

She could feel Qin Jian's kiss, sucking away all the moisture from her left eye to her right eye, and from her right eye to her cheek.

It wasn't until the warm feeling left that Zhu Zhuqing opened her beautiful eyes again, and then she saw Qin Jian's smiling eyes.

"What does it taste like?"

She blurted out inexplicably.

Qin Jian blinked: "Do you want to try it?"

"Taste it..."

Before Zhu Zhuqing could react, Qin Jian pressed down fiercely and pressed his red lips against hers.

A trace of salty taste invaded her mouth, making her suddenly realize that tears could taste like something other than just salty...

Well…

But his breath is not salty, it is his unique smell, a smell that is almost engraved in his memory, a dream that accompanies him tossing and turning in his midnight dreams.

It was him who led him to escape pursuit, it was him who persuaded him to live his own life, it was him who helped him break up his engagement and release his restraints, and it was he who decided to break up and bring about heartbreak...

Over the years, she has traveled to many places, seen many scenery, and met all kinds of people, but she has never met anyone as heart-warming and unforgettable as him.

Later, she finally understood that her heart had long been firmly tied to him.

From the moment he said he wanted to take her to live, from the moment he said she was his girlfriend, from the moment he said he wanted her to stay with him in Wuhun City, and even from the moment he said let's break up, I have already fallen in love without reservation.

Without him, from now on, it can no longer accommodate anyone.

So what if I can’t be my girlfriend? What if I can’t be by my side all the time? What if I can only be a little pet?

His liking, his love, and his kindness to me have never changed. He is the one who can always bring him peace of mind!

only one…

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly opened his eyes, hugged Qin Jian's waist with both hands, turned around, and pressed Qin Jian under him again.

She suddenly raised her head, separated her red lips from his, then looked at Qin Jian's slightly confused eyes, and showed an intoxicating smile: "Qin Jian, I...miss your taste...for a long, long time!"

As he spoke, Tan opened his mouth and bit down hard, landing hard on Qin Jian's neck, but it did not cause him any pain.

She greedily sucked Qin Jian's breath, like poison, making her unable to stop.

She suddenly recalled that when she ate catnip for the first time, she was just as greedy, and she was just as greedy for Qin Jian's breath, even using the most embarrassing postures and movements.

Perhaps from that moment on, his mark was planted in his body.

She was so obsessed with his breath, his taste, and the feeling of having him around her.

It seemed that as long as he was around, I would never be afraid or worry about being hunted down again one day.

She was like a little pet that had finally found its owner, licking his neck, his collarbone, and his chest wantonly...

At some point, she had pulled Qin Jian's collar open.

"It turns out that you have always been my pillar of support. With you here, I feel at ease and finally have a home again..."

She murmured in her heart, and her movements became more and more bold, no longer caring that this was the meeting hall of the Qibao Glazed Sect...

"Hey hey..."

Just then, a cool voice came from the door: "Are you two going to perform live here?"

The two people, who were entangled in an unknown shape on the ground, suddenly stopped and at the same time raised their confused eyes to look at the door.

Then he saw Ning Rongrong wearing a light green dress leaning against the door, crossing her arms and looking at the two of them indifferently.

"Woo..."

Suddenly, the live broadcast was broadcast, and Zhu Zhuqing's cheeks burned when he woke up. He simply buried himself in Qin Jian's arms and did not raise his head.

Qin Jian couldn't keep lying down, so he hugged Zhu Zhuqing tightly and jumped up.

Fortunately, the meeting hall, as an important place of the Qibao Glazed Sect, had been kept spotless, so the two of them were not too embarrassed.

Even though he was disheveled, he was always a little embarrassed when facing Ning Rongrong.

But Zhu Zhuqing was buried in his chest and refused to raise his head, so there was no way to sort it out...

"Zhuqing, how does my man smell? Is it particularly fragrant?"

Ning Rongrong's words continued to float over her in a cold voice: "I see you are chewing without even raising your head..."

"He is also my man."

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly said something in a low voice.

"Your man? Isn't he your master?"

Ning Rongrong crossed her arms and said, "I remember you always said that you were Brother Jian's little pet..."
Chapter completed!