Douluo's lovelorn can become stronger

"Can you tell me what the conflict was about?"

Qin Jian couldn't help but said: "If your emotions refer to me, then I believe that my existence will not hinder your pursuit."

He wanted to separate the two so that he could see Bibi Dong's expression.

But Bibi Dong hugged him tighter instead, pressing her head tightly against his without leaving him at all.

A tear fell from her beautiful eyelids and fell straight down, silently.

"Qin Jian...do you...really like me..."

She spoke softly into Qin Jian's ear, her tone so calm that no trembling could be heard.

She has always been able to control her emotions, and she can't help but shed a tear. This is something she has not done in many years.

"Yes, I like you very much." Qin Jian said without any falsehood.

"Then you...love me...?"

Bibi Dong closed her eyes, quietly feeling Qin Jian's embrace, and couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Qin Jian hesitated slightly.

But he never tells lies to the people he likes.

So, after hesitating, he still said: "We can't talk about love yet..."

"Why... we can't talk about it?" Bibi Dong asked softly.

Qin Jian pursed his lips and said: "As I told you, love and liking are different. Liking is actually not difficult, but it takes a person to sublimate from wanting to be liked to wanting the other person's good love. It’s a process…”

"And we... haven't really started yet..." he said softly.

"yes…"

Bibi Dong said with some sadness: "It turns out we haven't really started yet... I really know too little about emotional matters..."

"it does not matter…"

Qin Jian gently stroked her back and whispered: "I will teach you in the future..."

"I have no experience in this, it will take a long time to teach..." Bibi Dong said with a hint of smile.

"It doesn't matter, no matter how long it takes, I will teach you, always." Qin Jian said.

If he could see Bibi Dong's expression at this moment, he would find that there was actually no smile on her face, but only the deepest sadness, and another teardrop fell down, quietly, without making any waves.

No matter when, she is the most proud of the pope's crown.

"Okay...I'm waiting for you to teach me, we have an appointment..."

She gently pressed her soft lips to Qin Jian's ear and murmured: "You must remember... you promised me... you will always teach me..."

Before Qin Jian agreed, she suddenly tilted her head and placed the weight of her head entirely on Qin Jian's shoulders.

Qin Jian only felt that the body in his arms sank slightly, as if he was about to fall.

He hugged her tightly: "Dong'er, what's wrong with you?"

At this time, Bibi Dong would no longer resist being seen, so Qin Jian turned his head slightly and saw her leaning on his shoulder with her eyes closed.

His breathing was a little heavy and his cheeks were flushed.

Qin Jian couldn't laugh or cry: "Are you... drunk?"

He shook his head helplessly: "I know that if you drink bottle after bottle of such high-alcohol wine, just like red wine, even a titled Douluo can't stand it. You are really... an idiot."

Qin Jian gently bent down, held the princess in his arms, and slowly left the terrace.

"Master Tutor, do you need our help?"

When the two maids saw him coming back with Bibi Dong in his arms, they rushed to greet him.

Although he had heard it many times, Qin Jian couldn't help but roll his eyes at their names.

Originally, she wasn't so rampant as to scream in front of him.

But one time, after a maid mistakenly called her the wrong name, His Majesty the Pope suddenly said: "Huh? That's a good title. You can call her that way from now on."

From then on, the names of the maids became a convention...

"No, I'll carry her back to the room by myself."

Qin Jian lowered his voice and said: "There is nothing to do tonight, you can go to rest early."

The two maids bowed and backed away: "Thank you for your teaching and I will be considerate."

Qin Jian: "..."

After carrying Bibi Dong back to the room and gently placing her on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she showed no signs of waking up.

"You actually got drunk in front of me without any precautions. Really, you don't think I'm a saint..."

Qin Jian sat beside her bed and couldn't help but scratch her nose: "Then don't blame me for doing something excessive to you."

His mouth curved, and his hand quietly reached towards her face. First he picked up a strand of her hair and twisted it around his fingertips to play with it. Then he gently poked her cheek with his finger.

"I've tolerated you for a long time by making you look aloof all day long, you know..."

Qin Jian happily grabbed her fair and slender hand and pinched it finger by finger, as if studying a precious treasure.

After putting his hands down, he finally realized that there was still something left to do.

"I have to help her take off her clothes..."

He tilted his head and hesitated for half a second, but finally did not call the maid to help.

"I'm just taking off my clothes, there's no need to be too taboo... I should..."

He muttered something softly, then gently took off her high heels and placed them on the ground beside the bed.

Qin Jian originally thought that she was not wearing socks, but when he took off her shoes, he discovered that she was still wearing a pair of flesh-colored stockings.

He was not shameless enough to take off the stockings for her, so he had to move to other places.

He gently untied her coat, took her hands out little by little, then gently picked her up and placed her in the middle of the bed, and then took her coat away.

Then he pulled the thin blanket over and slowly covered her body.

After doing this, Qin Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though I usually look at her and hold her occasionally, I can tell how good her figure is.

But when you take off those eye-catching clothes, you will find that this woman's body seems to be loved by God, and it is perfect no matter where it is.

"Such a beautiful woman actually became the pope. It's really surprising..."

Qin Jian's eyes suddenly looked strange: "She is unconscious anyway. She probably won't remember what I did to her...right?"

He slowly reached out his hand and gently touched the face of the pinnacle of the continent. He still couldn't imagine this woman lying undefended in front of him.

"Forget it, she's unconscious...it's not interesting. That kind of thing is just a blend of emotions..."

He shook his head and laughed: "This woman is too tempting, and she actually made me have the idea of ​​taking advantage of others' danger..."

In any case, he and Bibi Dong have not reached that point at all. As he said before, they don't even have love at the moment, at most they just like each other.

"Get some rest, you idiot who got yourself drunk."

Qin Jian patted her cheek gently again, then turned his head and was about to get up and leave.

"Don't go..."

But at this moment, his hand was suddenly grabbed, and an irresistible force came, causing him to fall directly and fall on Bibi Dong...