Douluo's broken love can become stronger

Chapter 489

"Zhuqing..."

Qin Jian lay on the ground, slightly distracted.

I don't know whether it was the shock of being suddenly knocked down by Zhu Zhuqing, or the concussion that hit the ground, or

It's her joy that hasn't changed!

"Zhuqing..."

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

Her body was still so undulating, but Qin Jian held her without feeling it.

All he knows is that this cat like girl is still in his arms. Five years later, she hasn't changed. What can satisfy him more than this?

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

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

Zhu Zhuqing buried his head in his chest and said stuffy: "... No."

Qin Jian couldn't help holding his hands to her ears, trying to lift her head up.

As a result, Zhu Zhuqing shook his head and gave him his hand.

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

"Is my little cat crying into a colorful cat face?" he said with a smile.

"Just, No." Zhu Zhuqing continued in a muffled voice.

Qin Jian smiled: "then why don't you dare to show me?"

Zhu Zhuqing stopped talking.

"Zhuqing, can you show me?"

Qin Jian went to hold her head again. This time Zhu Zhuqing didn't resist. His head slowly lifted up with his hand.

A pair of hazy eyes and an already wet white face appeared in his sight.

Qin Jian was crazy for a while.

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

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help turning his head and said angrily, "don't look!"

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

Qin Jian suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged her. He turned around and pressed her under his body.

Zhu Zhuqing subconsciously hugged his neck: "you... What do you do?"

Qin Jian held her in one hand and held the back of her head in the other hand. He didn't let her touch the ground.

"I don't do anything, just... Wipe your face..." he looked at Zhu Zhuqing softly.

She thought it was by hand, but Qin Jian slowly lowered his head and kissed her eyes.

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

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

Zhu Zhuqing didn't open her beautiful eyes until she left with a warm feeling, and then she saw Qin Jianman's smiling eyes at a glance.

"What's the smell?"

She blurted out for no reason.

Qin Jian blinked: "do you want to taste it?"

"Try..."

Before Zhu Zhuqing could react, he saw Qin jianmeng press down and print on her red lips.

There is a trace of saltiness invading her mouth, which makes her suddenly know what taste tears can have. It's not salty

Well

However, his breath is not salty, but his unique taste, which is almost engraved in his memory, and his tossing and turning in his midnight dream... Dream.

It was him who escaped the chase with himself. It was him who persuaded himself to live his own life. It was him who helped himself lift his engagement and shackles. It was also him who decided to break up with him

Over the years, she has traveled a lot of places, seen a lot of scenery and met all kinds of people, but she has never met anyone again. It is exciting and unforgettable like him.

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

From the moment he said he wanted to live with him, from the moment he said he was his girlfriend, from the moment he said he wanted her to stay with him in wusoul City, and even from the moment he said we broke up, he had already fallen in love with him unreservedly. From then on, he could no longer accommodate anyone.

What if you can't be a girlfriend? What if you can't be around all the time? What if you can only be a little pet?

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

The 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 looked up, separated her red lips from him, then looked at Qin Jian's slightly confused eyes and showed an intoxicating smile: "Qin Jian, I... Miss your taste... For a long time!"

With that, Tan opened his mouth, bit it fiercely, and fell on Qin Jian's neck, but it didn't bring him any pain.

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

She suddenly recalled that when she first ate cat mint, she was as greedy and asked for the breath of Qin Jian, even with the most humiliating posture and action.

Maybe it was from that moment that he planted his brand in his body.

She is so infatuated with his breath, his taste and his feeling around.

It seems that as long as he is there, he will never be afraid, and will not worry about being chased and killed one day.

She is like a little pet who can't find its owner easily, licking his neck, his collarbone and his chest wantonly

I don't know when, she has torn open Qin Jian's collar.

"You've always been my pillar. I feel at ease with you and finally have a home again..."

She murmured in her heart, and her actions became more and more bold. She couldn't care that this was the conference hall of Qibao Liuli sect

"Hello..."

Just then, a chilly voice came from the door: "are you two going to perform here?"

The two people entangled in a mass of unidentified objects on the ground suddenly stopped and raised their confused eyes to look at the door.

Then I saw Ning Rongrong leaning against the door in a light green dress, holding his chest with both hands and looking at them indifferently.

"Woo..."

Suddenly, Zhu Zhuqing's face burned when he woke up. He simply buried it in Qin Jian's arms and didn't look up.

Qin Jian couldn't lie down all the time, so he hugged Zhu Zhuqing and jumped up directly.

Fortunately, the assembly hall, as an important place of Qibao Liuli sect, has been cleaned spotlessly, so they didn't get too embarrassed.

It's the untidy clothes. It's always a little embarrassing to face Ning Rongrong.

But Zhu Zhuqing was buried in his chest and refused to look up, so he couldn't tidy up

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

Ning Rongrong's words continued to come chilly: "I see you don't even lift your head..."

"He's my man, too."

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly said something in a muffled voice.

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

Ning Rongrong hugged his chest and said, "I remember you always said you were brother Jian's little pet..."

Zhu Zhuqing: "