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Chapter 220 – Chapter 220: Chapter 220: The Naive Young Boy

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: The Naive Young Boy

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Yang Qingyin did not expect Luo Ziling to play tricks, after jumping back from the other side of the fence, he picked her up and ran directly.

Fearing she might fall, she instinctively wrapped her arms around Luo Ziling’s waist, “Junior, put me down, I might fall to the ground in a moment.”

“You won’t, as long as you hold on tight, you won’t fall,” having picked Yang Qingyin up, Luo Ziling certainly wasn’t about to put her down, running fast with her in his arms, they approached a place where the light was quite dim. Several big trees completely blocked the light from the nearby street lamps, making it appear very dusky.

Luo Ziling ran to a willow tree nearby with Yang Qingyin.

After reaching under the willow tree, the hat on Yang Qingyin’s head fell off, and her long hair cascaded down instantly.

Amidst the Night Color, Luo Ziling saw Yang Qingyin’s eyes gleaming as she looked at him.

“I’m quite strong, holding a person like you who weighs just a hundred and two jin, I won’t let you fall,” Luo Ziling said with a big smile, “Do you believe it now?”

“My hat has fallen off,” Yang Qingyin did not look away from Luo Ziling’s gaze; darkness is the best cover, it can make people’s courage grow exponentially.

That’s how Luo Ziling was; if it were in a brightly lit place, he might not dare to hold Yang Qingyin and run wildly.

“It’s fine, no one saw, we can just pick it up later,” Luo Ziling looked down at Yang Qingyin and smilingly said, “So now do you no longer doubt what I said just now?”

“What did you say?” Yang Qingyin thought Luo Ziling was referring to his comment about taking her to be The Lady in Charge of Suppressing Bandits, her pretty face turning red all at once.

“Holding you, I won’t let you fall.” Luo Ziling’s head moved even closer.

Yang Qingyin’s face reddened even more, but she didn’t look away, still staring at Luo Ziling, “If I fall, you’ll have to compensate.”

After speaking, she gently bit her lip.

Even though the light was dim, their faces were close enough that their outlines could be seen clearly.

Luo Ziling saw Yang Qingyin’s lightly bitten lips, and those fluttering long eyelashes.

He couldn’t resist moving a bit closer and gently called out, “Senior sister!”

“Uh-huh,” Yang Qingyin responded and closed her eyes, but quickly opened them again.

She could feel the warm breath from Luo Ziling’s mouth and guessed what he was about to do.

She wanted to dodge, but there was also a sense of anticipation, and due to nervousness, the hand grasping Luo Ziling’s arm trembled slightly.

Yang Qingyin’s long hair draped down. Luo Ziling, not wanting it to touch the ground, braced his leg against the willow tree to support her body, then freed one hand to neaten her cascading hair.

As he touched Yang Qingyin’s hair, Luo Ziling felt the softness between his fingers and found it very comfortable.

After gathering her long hair behind her head, Luo Ziling held Yang Qingyin with both hands and teased, “Senior sister, what kind of cosmetics are you using? It smells really good.”

Yang Qingyin exuded a faint fragrance, which Luo Ziling knew was her body scent, but too shy to say it out loud, he merely commented so.

“I never use cosmetics. What smell can there be?” Yang Qingyin, not catching Luo Ziling’s implication, replied shyly, “I don’t like using cosmetics.”

“Then why does it smell so good?” Luo Ziling said as he leaned in close to Yang Qingyin, sniffing deeply a few times, “Such an intoxicating scent, I could truly get drunk on this.”

Yang Qingyin then realized what Luo Ziling meant; he must have already known about her pleasant body scent. Her face flushed instantly.

“Intentionally being cheeky,” she extended her hand and gently pinched Luo Ziling’s forearm, “You’re quite naughty.”

“Naughty?” Luo Ziling leaned in close to Yang Qingyin, widening his eyes as he looked at her, “I’ve always been a good person.”

“Who would admit they’re naughty themselves?” Yang Qingyin bit her lip again, her face full of shyness.

Luo Ziling was so close it made her blush irresistibly.

But as she bit her lip, Luo Ziling, barely twenty centimeters away from her face, suddenly leaned in and pecked her.

Yang Qingyin let out a soft gasp, too late to dodge, and instinctively closed her eyes.

She actually suspected Luo Ziling would pull such a sneak attack and was somewhat expecting it; hence, she didn’t plan to dodge.

But like the tingling sensation of an electric shock, she couldn’t help but shiver and subconsciously closed her eyes.

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