Chapter 80 : Chinatown

If zhao ya thought about it, it seemed that it was true. She almost forgot about it. She did not know when she had another sleepwalking problem. This was not a happy news.

After some mental struggle, Zhao Yaruo compromised, "It's okay to sleep in bed, but we have to make a pact."

"Say it."

"First of all, you are not allowed to kiss me without my permission!"

Qin Kun nodded, "Go on."

"Also, you are not allowed to touch me! You're not allowed to take off my pajamas either."

"Anything else?"

Zhao Yaruo thought about it seriously and said, "The last one, I, I'm not ready yet. No matter when, you can't force me to do that!"

"Well..." Qin Kun nodded happily, "Okay, come on up!"

"Turn around. I want to change into my pajamas." Zhao Yaruo wanted qin kun to go out first, but then he thought that this guy had seen it, and it didn't seem like there was anything to be pretentious about.

She was just shy. If the two of them had really established a relationship, it would be sooner or later for them to do that kind of thing. It was just that she could take this opportunity to get used to it. Otherwise, if they really got there, she was afraid that she would turn around and run away...

After a while, Qin Kun felt a cold body get into the quilt. Before he could jump on it, Zhao Yaruo pulled the quilt and wrapped herself tightly in it. Except for a small head, she didn't even leave a corner for him...

"Is this really good?" Qin Kun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He still had a chance in a bed. Wouldn't it be too awkward for him to lie down in his pants?

"Isn't that a blanket?"

Qin Kun resisted the urge to pull the blanket away, and ten thousand unwillingly picked up the blanket and covered himself.

After a moment of silence, the atmosphere became a little awkward. Zhao Yaruo thought that his conditions were too harsh for him to be happy. He poked qin kun with a finger and said, "Why don't you talk?"

"Aren't you sleeping?" Qin Kun turned his back to Zhao Yaruo and said.

Zhao Yaruo's mouth was pouting. A big man was so stingy. She was just trying to keep her guard against them. The faster they both talked, the less she would cherish them. Especially, Qin Kun was the kind of man who attracted bees and butterflies. If there were a better woman than herself in the future, wouldn't he be ruthless and beat his butt to get away?

If that were the case, she would have nowhere to cry...

"Let's talk."

"Sleep!"

"So stingy!" Zhao Yaruo bit his lower lip, blushed and put a corner over Qin Kun's body, "Is that all right?"

Seeing that Qin Kun was still ignoring her, zhao yaruo turned around with a snort and lost her temper. Who wouldn't say that this kind of thing is all men trying to coax women? This guy still wants to wait for himself to coax him? Dream on!

"Patter."

The lights went out, and just as Zhao Yaruo was about to turn around to take a look, a fiery body was already pressed against it.

...

Half an hour later, Zhao Yaruo was all over Qin Kun, sweating profusely.

"How do you feel?"

"How dare you say that!" Zhao Yaruo's shy voice trembled, and she let it go...

Nothing happened between the two of them, and they just handed in their guns. What could be more embarrassing than that?

"You'll like it." Qin kun turned over with a wicked smile and pressed zhao yaruo under him. He lowered his head and savored the sweet red lips.

This woman was born to be charming and cold, and her body was much more honest than her mouth.

After a while, Qin Kun let go of zhao yaruo and said, "Go to sleep. I'll take a shower."

"Oh." Zhao Yaruo curled up under the blanket, her pajamas had long been thrown away by Qin Kun. The two of them had not broken through the last line of defense, but what they had done was no different from that one.

They should be boyfriend and girlfriend now, right?

Zhao Yaruo raised his hand and hugged imperial green in his arms. This ruffian, he just went into the bathroom, making her heart itch.

Looking at the figure in the bathroom, Zhao Yaruo hesitated for a long time before standing up and quietly coming to the bathroom door, then opened a gap and peeked inside.

"Come in if you want to." Qin Kun dragged the little rascal who was peeking at the door in.

The hot water was dripping on both of them, and Zhao Yaruo could already feel the heat. He didn't dare to look down or look at Qin Kun. What should he do?

"That..." Zhao Yaruo whispered, "You, are you holding it in?"

"What do you think?"

There was another silence. Apart from the sound of running water, neither of them spoke.

Zhao Yaruo's face grew redder and redder, as if he had made up his mind, and then slowly crouched down...

Qin Kun stayed for a few seconds and was immediately overwhelmed by a pleasant sensation.

After nearly half an hour, Zhao Yaruo coughed violently, raised his head and glared at Qin Kun angrily. Who knew this guy was still looking at him with a bad smile on his face...

"What are you looking at? I, I'll go wash my mouth."

Just as Zhao Yaruo was about to get up, Qin Kun pulled her back and kissed her lips, making her face redder...

When she was carried back to bed by Qin Kun, she was paralyzed, and the relationship between the two of them was completely settled, right?

The only regret was that Qin Kun still owed her a word, and it was only natural for them to be together without some of the fantasies she once had about her boyfriend and girlfriend...

Zhao Yaruo lay in Qin Kun's arms and said, "I tell you, since you are with me, you are not allowed to provoke those yingying and yanyan, or I will castrate you immediately!"

"Er..." Qin Kun scratched his hair. He really wanted to ask, but what did she do before that count?

What's more, this kind of thing is not something he can control, okay?

"How dare you hesitate!" Zhao Yaruo's little hand touched Qin Kun's soft spot again, which seemed to have become a habit of her, as if she felt a little uncomfortable without being able to pinch it for a day...

Qin Kun sat up and said, "Let's go. I'll take you somewhere."

"Where are you going?"

"You'll find out soon!"

Just as Zhao Yaruo was about to nod, he held the imperial green in his arms, "What about it?"

"This one." Qin Kun took the King's Green, lifted the mattress, and dug a hole the size of a football into it. Then he wrapped the imperial green in his pillowcase and put the cushion in it, "Are you relieved? They're saying that Xiaorui and Yaoji are still here. No one will come in."

"So casual?" Zhao Yaruo had just seen a wire cut on the pillowcase with her own eyes. If it had been cut to the King's Green, she would have been heartbroken.

"Of course! Let's go."

...

Half an hour later, qin kun pulled Zhao Yaruo out of the car, "This is chinatown."