Chapter 61 : It Backfired

"You, you can put me down!" Zhao Yaruo's voice was no louder than a mosquito's.

In any case, it was her who took the initiative to jump onto someone. If she was scolding them, it would not seem like that...

"What are you doing!"

"I just think you're beautiful." Qin Kun said affectionately.

Zhao Yaruo's face was already red to the neck, and his two small hands covered Qin Kun's chest to prevent this guy from turning into a kissing maniac again...

She hasn't even settled with qin kun about the last time...

Qin Kun had no idea what was going on in Zhao Yaruo's head. Seeing that her eyes were closed and she seemed unwilling to open them, he held her in his arms with a big hand.

Of course she didn't dare to open her mouth now. She didn't want to say anything now. It would be better if she didn't say anything again all night!

Qin Kun was also willing to give up as soon as possible. This kind of woman not only had to conquer her body, but also her heart. This trick of playing hard to get, was not only used by women. When men used it, they would often get unexpected results...

It seemed that it was because she had been on a plane all day. Zhao Yaruo unconsciously fell asleep. At night, the room was a little cold, so she unconsciously rubbed against Qin Kun's arms.

Qin Kun took a deep breath, this grinding goblin...

When the morning sun shone into the room, Zhao Yaruo opened his eyes and turned over. A small hand fell on Qin Kun's face.

"Are you awake?" Qin Kun asked with a smile.

Zhao Yaruo sprang up from the bed, especially when she saw Qin Kun sitting on the bed wearing only a pair of shorts. Her face immediately turned red to her neck, "You, you, you, you, you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Qin kun bared his upper body and said, "Oh, you mean my clothes? It was too hot last night, so I took it off."

"I, I..." Zhao Yaruo turned around, picked up Qin Kun's clothes from the ground and threw them on his face, "Put on your clothes and get out of here!"

Qin Kun curled her lips and said, "I just slept with her last night, and I turned my head in the morning. Woman..."

"Who slept with you? It was you! You..." Zhao Yaruo held it in for a long time, picked up the pillow next to him and threw it at him, "Stop nagging and get out!"

Zhao Yaruo blushed and stole a peek at the scars on Qin Kun's body. There was nothing on her face, but her heart did suffer a lot.

She was also a martial arts practitioner, so naturally, she could see that Qin Kun had a lot of fatal injuries on him. She really couldn't imagine what this man had experienced before. If he had been injured like that, he wouldn't have survived it all at once, would he?

At this moment, she did not know whether this man was too lucky or too tough!

"Okay, then I'm going out!" Qin Kun picked up his clothes and pants to stand on his shoulders and was about to leave the house. Zhao Yaruo was so scared that she lost her color and couldn't care less about her shyness, so she hurriedly pulled him back.

Qin Kun put his arm around his slender waist, and his other big hand lifted his delicate chin, "What are you doing? I can't bear to leave before I go out?"

"No, if you want to go out, you can put your clothes on for me. Otherwise, if Xiaorui or others see you, they will misunderstand you!" Zhao Yaruo had already regretted leaving qin kun here last night. This guy was the king of scoundrels.

At first, she thought he was just a little lecherous. After what happened last night, she already felt that she had underestimated this stinking bastard...

Qin Kun lowered his head and rubbed his teeth against the glistening earlobe, "I don't think there's anything wrong with what they saw, right?"

"You don't have to do this, okay?" Zhao Yaruo was completely convinced, and she didn't dare to provoke Qin Kun. If this guy was like last night, she would really have nowhere to cry...

"Okay!" Qin Kun let go of Zhao Yaruo. He still had a few days left. Of course, the good things had to stay in the end. He was not in a hurry. If he chased too hard, it would be counterproductive.