Chapter 40: Acting like a spoiled child

Rong Jinchen held her in his arms, pinched her little cheeks and kissed her, pressing his thin lips against her soft and sweet lips.

Su Zhenzhen turned her face away and rejected him delicately, "Chenchen, don't pinch my face. You are not allowed to do so."

He saw the girl's lips couldn't help but turn up, and the smile in her eyes was obvious. He knew that she was trying to give in, so he whispered in her fair ear, tempting her with his sexy, hoarse voice.

"Qingqing, why don't you let me pinch you?" His thin lips touched the girl's soft and smooth cheek ambiguously, "Hmm?" He bit her tender and smooth little cheeks with a little force.

Su Zhenzhen covered her little face with her hands in a pout, her voice suddenly rising, but because it was soft and sticky, it still sounded like she was acting like a spoiled child. "Why do you say that?" She poked his strong chest hard, "What should I do if my face is asymmetrical?"

The man was stunned for a moment, then chuckled, and couldn't help pinching her other side of the fat, "Now it's symmetrical." He bit it evenly.

She sat on the man's lap, held in his arms, unable to escape. She buried her little face in his chest and rubbed it hard, like a calf rushing around.

Rong Jinchen looked down at her fluffy little head, his eyes full of doting, and raised his arm to rub her head.

The girl's soft voice came through her robe, a little hoarse, "Why do you men like to touch girls' heads so much?"

Fortunately, her hair is in good condition and she is not bald, otherwise she would have been plucked out by them.

His big hand that was gently stroking her silky hair suddenly stopped, his eyes darkened, and he asked casually, "Qingqing, who else has rubbed your head?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and her heart ached when she thought of this possibility for someone.

Although that was Qingqing's past, he felt that he would never be able to let go of him.

Why isn’t he and Qingqing’s childhood sweetheart?

Su Zhenzhen seemed to be born to stroke Rong Jinchen's fur, and she didn't think about Xie Cijing at this moment.

After all, she and Xie Cijing would not meet in disheveled clothes. He was a gentleman and would not frivolously reach out and touch her head.

"In the evening, my second brother always wants to touch my head. He's already a father, but he's still so immature." She lifted her face from his arms, her eyelashes fluttering gently, and reached out to touch Rong Jinchen's handsome face. "Daddy and eldest brother want face, but they used to love to touch my head."

Rong Jinchen felt relieved. He was really afraid that Qingqing would mention Xie Cijing's name.

He was reluctant to do anything to Qingqing, but...

Rong Jinchen has never been a good person, and he has no basic moral concepts.

He was just feeling lucky that he didn't meet her after Qingqing married Xie Cijing.

It's not that he dislikes her for no longer being innocent, but that he doesn't need to make any effort to drive Xie Cijing out of her heart.

Rong Jinchen was absolutely certain that Qingqing was his wife, there was no other possibility.

Fortunately, she did not fall in love with another man, otherwise he himself would not know what the paranoid Rong Jinchen would do.

If Su Zhenzhen and Xie Cijing had been in love with each other before, she would be very miserable now.

Su Zhenzhen thought the man in front of her had good skin. Even though he had been exposed to the wind and sun in the frontier, his skin had only turned wheat-colored, and was still smooth and clean.

The man sneered, and held her small hand on his face tightly with his big hand. The contrast between his wheat-colored skin and snow-white skin was very obvious, which made him blush.

The touch in his hand was as smooth as jade, warm and soft. He couldn't let go of Su Zhenzhen's small hand and licked her palm with his thin lips.

Su Zhenzhen was very ticklish. She laughed until tears came out and twisted in the man's arms.

Not long after moving, she looked at Rong Jinchen, who was groaning and panting, with an innocent face, and asked him puzzledly, "Chenchen, why are you still carrying a dagger?"

Rong Jinchen pursed his lips, awkwardly avoiding her clear and pure gaze, his ears slightly red. He changed his sitting position and placed her on his lap facing her.

Su Zhenzhen avoided the man's wolf-like gaze, her cheeks burning, and she lowered her eyelashes shyly.

Of course she knew what it was.

It's not like she hasn't seen adult content and aesthetically pleasing movies before.

She knew that as a lady in the boudoir, these were not things she could know now.

She also deliberately pretended to be innocent in front of him. After all, she knew that men were easily fooled by those who were willing to give in despite being reluctant.

She raised her chin timidly and continued to ask him doubtfully, "Chenchen, please say something."

Then he whispered, "Chenchen, could you please move the dagger? It's hitting me."

Rong Jinchen looked at her innocent little face and accidentally choked on his saliva, his handsome face turning slightly red.

The handsome face with clear features and a handsome look was now shy, which made Su Zhenzhen laugh secretly.

Why is Chenchen so cute?

She likes it.

The man's voice was hoarse, and his eyes flashed with forbearance. "Qingqing, please stop asking, okay?"

He couldn't bear to continue talking.

Su Zhenzhen asked him in a low voice, "Why?" She reached out to grab it, "Ah." She shyly buried herself in the man's arms and said nothing.

silence.

There was a long silence.

Rong Jinchen looked embarrassed and aggrieved, and his expression was very conflicted as he tried to explain.

"Qingqing, I..."

A place that has never been seen or touched by the opposite sex was suddenly touched by the one you love.

It's normal to be excited.

He was convinced that he was gifted.

Su Zhenzhen whispered, "Chenchen, let's not talk about this anymore, okay?"

She didn't want to irritate him, so she changed the subject and said, "Chenchen, I'll dig some wild vegetables for you tomorrow."

Rong Jinchen:???

She deliberately ignored the smell in the air. "Wang Baochuan is digging wild vegetables. I'm craving wild vegetables too. Rice with elm seeds, scrambled eggs with toon, and shepherd's purse dumplings."

"What does this have to do with Wang Baochuan digging wild vegetables?" The man tried hard to ignore the discomfort in his body and pinched her soft little hand.

He knew Wang Baochuan. She was a character in a play. He had watched it with his mother when he was a child. Fortunately, he had a photographic memory.

With a bright smile, she began to explain, "Chenchen, look, Wang Baochuan was the prime minister's favorite daughter. She endured eighteen years of hardship in the cold kiln for her true love, but when she returned, she found herself with a husband, a wife, and children. She died after being the Queen of the West Palace for only eighteen days."

"Eighteen years of eating wild vegetables, what a love-brained person."

She smiled cutely at him again and said, "Chenchen, I am just vain. I like your looks and figure, and I like your power and status. I will not learn from Wang Baochuan to dig wild vegetables."

She has been spoiled in both of her lives and cannot endure hardship.

Wild vegetables without oil and water are so unpalatable. She just likes big fish and meat.

The little head was buried in the crook of his neck, rubbing against it affectionately.

Rong Jinchen lowered his eyes. Is Qingqing expressing her feelings to him?

The man put his arm around her back, patted her gently, and coaxed her softly, "Qingqing, this is good. You love my appearance, which means you love me."

Otherwise, why not love others?

He has a lifetime to slowly get to know Qingqing.