Chapter 490: He Is Also My Man

"Zhuqing..."

Qin Jian lay on the ground, slightly dazed.

He didn't know if it was the shock of being suddenly tackled by Zhu Zhuqing, a concussion from hitting the ground, or perhaps...

It was the joy that she hadn't changed!

"Zhuqing..."

He stretched out his hands and, slowly and firmly, embraced the girl who was trembling incessantly on top of him, holding her tight.

Her body was still as curvaceous as ever, but as Qin Jian held her, he had no heart to feel it.

He only knew that this cat-like girl was still in his arms now; five years had passed, she hadn't changed, and what could be more satisfying to him than this?

"To still be able to hold you... it's so good..."

Qin Jian murmured in a low voice, then one hand slowly moved upward, gently stroking Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful hair: "Zhuqing, can you let me see you? I want to see you..."

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

Qin Jian couldn't help but cup her head with both hands, intending to lift it up.

As a result, Zhu Zhuqing shook her head and shook his hands away.

After the initial bewilderment, Qin Jian began to slowly regain his wits.

"Is my little kitten crying until her face is a mess?" he said with a chuckle.

"I, I am not." Zhu Zhuqing continued to say in a muffled voice.

Qin Jian laughed: "Then why don't you dare let me see?"

Zhu Zhuqing then stopped talking.

"Zhuqing, let me see, okay?"

Qin Jian went to cup her head again; this time Zhu Zhuqing did not resist, and her head followed his hands, slowly lifting up.

A pair of misty eyes and a fair face that was already wet with tears appeared in his line of sight.

Qin Jian was stunned for a moment.

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

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but turn her head away, pouting slightly: "You're not allowed to look!"

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

Qin Jian suddenly reached out to hug her tight, turned over, and pinned her beneath him.

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

Qin Jian held her with one hand and supported the back of her head with the other, not letting her touch the ground.

"I'm not doing anything, just... helping you wipe your face..." he said, looking at Zhu Zhuqing with soft eyes.

She had thought he would use his hand, but Qin Jian slowly lowered his head and kissed her eyes one by one.

Zhu Zhuqing widened her eyes slightly at first, but then immediately closed them.

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

Not until the warm, moist sensation left did Zhu Zhuqing open her beautiful eyes again, and then she immediately saw Qin Jian's gaze, which was full of smiles.

"What does it taste like?"

She blurted out inexplicably.

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

"Taste it..."

Before Zhu Zhuqing could react, she saw Qin Jian press down fiercely and imprint his lips onto her red ones.

Wisps of saltiness invaded her mouth, making her realize suddenly, what taste could tears have, weren't they just salty...

Mmm...

But his scent wasn't salty; it was his unique scent, the scent almost engraved in her memory, the scent that accompanied her through the tossing and turning of her midnight dreams... a dream.

It was him who took her to escape the pursuit, it was him who urged her to live her own life, it was him who helped her break her engagement and remove her shackles, and it was also him whose resolute breakup brought her heart-wrenching pain...

Over these years, she had walked through many places, seen many sceneries, and met all kinds of people, but she had never met anyone else who made her heart flutter and was as unforgettable as him.

Later, she finally understood that this heart of hers had long been tightly tethered to him.

From the moment he said he would take her to survive, from the moment he said she was his girlfriend, from the moment he said he wanted her to follow him and stay in Wuhun City, and even from the moment he said let's break up, she had already fallen in love with him without reservation, and from then on, could no longer accommodate anyone else.

So what if she couldn't be his girlfriend? So what if she couldn't be by his side all the time? So what if she could only be a little pet?

His affection, his love, and his kindness toward her had never changed; he was the one who could always bring her peace of mind!

The only one...

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly opened her eyes, wrapped her arms around Qin Jian's waist, turned over, and pinned Qin Jian beneath her again.

She suddenly lifted her head, parted her red lips from his, and then looking at Qin Jian's slightly dazed eyes, she revealed an intoxicating smile: "Qin Jian, I... have missed your scent... for a long, long time!"

As she spoke, her sandalwood mouth opened and she bit down fiercely, landing hard on Qin Jian's neck, but it didn't bring him any pain.

She greedily sucked in Qin Jian's scent; it was like poison, making her unable to stop.

She suddenly recalled the first time she ate the Catnip; she was just as greedy, just as demanding of Qin Jian's scent, even using the most shameful postures and actions.

Perhaps it was from that moment on that his brand was planted in her body.

She was so obsessed with his scent, obsessed with his taste, obsessed with the feeling of him being by her side.

It was as if as long as he was there, she would never be afraid again, and would never worry about being hunted down again.

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

She didn't know when she had already pulled open Qin Jian's collar.

"So you have always been my pillar; with you here, I feel at ease, and finally have a place to belong again..."

She murmured in her heart, and her movements became increasingly bold; she could no longer care that this was the meeting hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect...

"Hey, hey..."

Just at this moment, a chilly voice drifted over from the doorway: "Are you two planning to put on a live performance right here?"

The two people tangled together on the floor in an indistinguishable heap suddenly froze, simultaneously lifting their bewildered eyes to look toward the doorway.

Then they saw Ning Rongrong, dressed in a pale green gown, leaning against the door with her arms crossed, watching the two of them indifferently.

"Ugh..."

Suddenly having been caught in a live broadcast, Zhu Zhuqing, now sobered, felt her cheeks burn; she simply buried her face in Qin Jian's chest and refused to look up.

Qin Jian couldn't very well keep lying there, so he hugged Zhu Zhuqing's body tightly and leapt up.

Fortunately, as the Council Hall was an important place for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, it was always kept spotless, so the two of them weren't in too disheveled a state.

It was just that with their clothes in such disarray, facing Ning Rongrong felt a bit awkward.

But since Zhu Zhuqing was still buried in his chest and refused to lift her head, there was no way to tidy up...

"Zhuqing, how does my man taste? Is he especially fragrant?"

Ning Rongrong's words continued to drift over coldly: "I saw you gnawing on him without even lifting your head..."

"He is also my man."

Zhu Zhuqing suddenly said in a muffled voice.

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

Ning Rongrong said with her arms crossed: "I remember you always saying you were Brother Jian's little pet..."

Zhu Zhuqing: "..."

(End of chapter)