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Chapter 72 - 72 72 My Fault (PK Please Accept)_1
Chapter 72 - 72 72 My Fault (PK Please Accept)_1
?Chapter 72: 72, My Fault (PK Please Accept)_1 Chapter 72: 72, My Fault (PK Please Accept)_1 The color in Quan Jingwu’s eyes gradually deepened, and a suggestive murmur escaped his thin lips, “So comfortable.”
Jian Qing twitched the corners of her lips, “….”
What’s with that moan?
It’s like she had done something unimaginable to him.
Now, her anger hadn’t subsided yet, unexpectedly it stoked the flames in him.
One hand wrapped around her waist, and the other grasped her small restless hand, his deep muffled voice became husky, “Sweetie, I don’t mind if you want to continue elsewhere.”
Jian Qing forced a smile and pulled back her hand, “I mind, thank you!”
God knows she’d been holding back a thousand curses.
“Can you stop being mad at me, when you push me away, it makes me feel awful.” Quan Jingwu leaned his forehead against hers, speaking softly.
“Where does it hurt?” Jian Qing held back laughter, maintaining a stoic expression.
“It hurts all over.” Quan Jingwu looked at her, pulling her hand to press against his chest, “This hurts the most.”
Was he… being coquettish with her?
Jian Qing gave a light cough, “Speak plainly.”
“If you don’t like it, I won’t return there next time.” Quan Jingwu’s lips curled into a smile, “Or, I could bring Han Yue here for you to beat up.”
The whole situation had been caused by that unreliable Han Yue anyway.
If he can’t appease his wife, he’s in for it.
[Han Yue: Damn, I’m being wronged!]
Jian Qing couldn’t hold back her amusement, her icy facade breaking, “Is this how you sell out your brother?”
“He likes being sold out.” Quan Jingwu replied without a change in expression.
Lucky that Han Yue didn’t hear that, otherwise their friendship might be on the rocks.
Why did that sentence sounded so ambiguous?
Jian Qing felt frustrated, “I feel pressured being friends with you.”
He could ruin her reputation at any minute.
“You won’t feel pressured being my wife. Want to consider it?” Quan Jingwu followed her statement, his voice rising suggestively at the end.
“I submit to you, I’ll abide by whatever you say.”
As he spoke, he pressed forward. Jian Qing hastily held him back, “Stop, don’t stand too close, it’s getting hot.”
Damn, this man was acting like a completely different person. Had she somehow touched a pressure point on him just now?
His abnormal behavior was frightening…
“I’m cold.” Quan Jingwu said, “We could balance each other out.”
Jian Qing, “….”
He was claiming to be cold in this hot summer, had his brain short-circuited?
Balancing each other out, my ass.
“The discussion has ended, you can leave now.” Seeing his handsome face come even closer, Jian Qing didn’t hesitate to push him away.
“So, are you still angry?” Quan Jingwu pursued.
Jian Qing replied, “I’m not angry.”
“Then, you…” If she wasn’t angry, why had she been so estranged from him at Dihao?
Jian Qing cut him off, smiling lightly, “Do you not trust my judgment, or do you not trust yourself?”
It was a question he’d once asked her, and now, she was giving it back to him.
If she hadn’t trusted him, she wouldn’t have let him come close to her from the beginning.
Jian Qing’s violet eyes met Quan Jingwu’s black ones. The unspoken understanding between them merged in their mutual gaze, and Quan Jingwu’s lips curved upwards.
“Sweetie, can I consider what you just said as a confession of your feelings for me?”
Jian Qing choked and adamantly responded, “No way.”
Even though she straightforwardly rejected his notion, Quan Jingwu was undeterred. His lips curved up in high spirits, one day, he was going to make her confess her feelings for him voluntarily.
Willingly…
Jian Qing looked up at him, meeting his violet eyes that held a hint of laughter. Speaking calmly, “About my performance at Dihao, aren’t you going to say anything?”
Like questioning her actions.
Quan Jingwu’s eyebrows furrowed, his face serious, “Next time, inform me about such matters. I can handle it, no need for you to soil your hands.”
“That’s it?” Jian Qing was confused.
“What else?”
“Are you not afraid of me? Aren’t you scared that I approached you with some ulterior motives?” Jian Qing stared at him, speaking softly.
“You’re my sweetie, why would I be afraid of you? Besides, what I fear is that you might not have any ulterior motives towards me.” Quan Jingwu reached out and pinched her cheek, “You can take me, it’s a buy one get one free deal. Do you want to consider it?”
Turns out she was worried about this. What a cute sweetheart she was.
This little fool…
Jian Qing swatted away his hand, the slight clouding in her heart instantly dissipated, “What’s the freebie?”
“JK International, what do you think?” He casually proposed, as if JK International was just a toy gift he could easily give away.
Shopping a kingdom he’d built with his own hands for an exclusive claim to her body, quite a good deal.
“Not interested.” A sudden warmth blossomed in Jian Qing’s heart. She mimicked his earlier action, pinching his cheek in return.
A moment of sheer envy.
Despite being a man, his skin was so good. Indeed, life wasn’t fair.
Quan Jingwu held the hand misbehaving on his face, sneaking through the gaps of her fingers to intertwine with her’s. His dazzling eyes focused on her innocently bare face.
“Sweetie, remember this no matter what secrets and unknown sides of you I don’t know about—”
He paused halfway, his magnetic voice causing Jian Qing to look up at him, her heart skipping a beat.
All she heard was his continuing sentence, “You are my sweetie, the person I want to cherish and protect with all my heart. That’s enough.”
“So, no matter what I do, you won’t blame me for it?” She had to admit, his words directly touched the softest spot in her heart.
Towards him, she didn’t know why, but she had gradually moved from pushing him away to wanting to get closer.
Quan Jingwu hesitated for a moment, then spoke softly, “Except for leaving me or not liking me, you can do anything.”
Dominating, Jian Qing thought in her mind.
“So I can even kill or set a fire?” A sly smile surfaced on her lips.
Quan Jingwu laughed lightly, his gaze on her was even warmer than sunlight, “Sweetie, do what you want to do. If it’s wrong, blame me.”
His voice was gentle but resolute. His gaze was also gentle. Jian Qing was in a daze, her heart fluttering.
He said, blame him if anything goes wrong.
Could it work that way?