Chapter 796 - 796 796 The Love Between the Gentleman and his

Chapter 796: Chapter 796: The Love Between the Gentleman and his Lady Chapter 796: Chapter 796: The Love Between the Gentleman and his Lady Under the cover of night, the two of them walked hand in hand to the apartment complex where Yang Qingyin’s house was located.

To avoid trouble, Luo Ziling sent Yang Xiaodong, who had been following behind, away, and didn’t allow Ye Xiaoli to follow either.

“Senior sister, no one knows we’re here,” Luo Ziling said meaningfully to Yang Qingyin as they entered the elevator, “You can relax!”

“You’re so annoying. Don’t they know I came here with you?” Yang Qingyin looked at Luo Ziling with a coquettish complaint and said a bit angrily, “I was tricked by you today, I’m going back to the school to sleep later.”

“Okay,” Luo Ziling didn’t force Yang Qingyin, and simply agreed with her proposal.

Anyway, he had his methods to make Yang Qingyin want to stay here later, and by then she wouldn’t want to go back to the school to sleep even if he suggested it.

The windows of Yang Qingyin’s house had been open for ventilation over the past two days, so there wasn’t much of a smell inside, but it was a bit cold.

Once inside the room, Luo Ziling diligently closed all the doors and windows and turned on the heating.

“Senior sister, if you’re still angry, just scold me, or hit me,” Luo Ziling sincerely said, grabbing both of Yang Qingyin’s hands, “If you don’t scold me and hit me, it means you’re not angry anymore, and you can’t be mad at me in the future.”

While speaking, he quickly kissed her, looking quite domineering.

This time Yang Qingyin struggled desperately but couldn’t break free, and ultimately submitted to Luo Ziling’s dominance.

After gasping for breath during their affectionate exchange, Luo Ziling finally let her go and then said proudly, “Senior sister, since you didn’t scold or hit me, it means you’re not angry. It’s a good thing you’re not angry, and I feel relieved. Hehe, I knew senior sister has a bigger heart than me, and you wouldn’t stay mad at me forever, right?”

Hearing Luo Ziling say this, Yang Qingyin burst into a fury, pummeling Luo Ziling with punches and kicks, “All you do is bully me, bully me. You grab my hands, cover my mouth, how am I supposed to scold or hit you? Is this how you bully people? I hate it, hate it, I’m so angry with you, you’re just a big bastard, I don’t want to deal with you anymore.”

With that, she turned her back to him in a huff.

All of a sudden, Luo Ziling scooped her up in his arms, and with a scream, she fell into his embrace.

The plum blossoms and wintersweet flowers Luo Ziling bought last time had really bloomed, filling the room with their refreshing fragrance.

After their intimate moment, the tension between them essentially dissolved, and the pleasing scent of plum blossom added an even thicker layer of romance.

Looking at the wall clock, Luo Ziling noticed it was already half past eight and casually suggested, “Senior sister, it’s getting late, how about we take a bath first, then I can check your body to decide how to treat you?”

“No, hold me a bit more,” Yang Qingyin didn’t want to get down and pointed to the calligraphy on the wall that Luo Ziling had hung up, “Junior brother, didn’t you notice? I’ve put up the calligraphy you wrote.”

“I saw it, waiting for your compliments!”

“I won’t compliment it, such ugly handwriting, not even a primary school student’s level,” Yang Qingyin snorted, then adorably sniffed her nose, “I’ve never seen uglier handwriting than yours.”

“Alright, you’ve successfully attacked my self-esteem,” Luo Ziling looked down seriously at Yang Qingyin in his arms, “Then do you still want this guy, who writes worse than a primary school student, to help you write in the future?”

“We’ll talk about that in the future,” Yang Qingyin said with a sly face, “I’m going to take a bath, carry me upstairs.”

Naturally, Luo Ziling wouldn’t refuse and carried her upstairs, teasingly saying as they ascended the stairs, “Senior sister, how come you haven’t put on any weight, same as before. Aren’t you planning to put on weight after spring comes?”

“I don’t want to gain weight,” Yang Qingyin pinched Luo Ziling hard, “Are you hoping I get fat?”

“Just need to be plump in the right places and slim where it counts,” Luo Ziling said with a lecherous smile, and seriously added, “I can help you achieve that.”

That remark once again brought on Yang Qingyin’s signature move—the Yang’s Soul-Chasing Life-Stealing Pinch retaliation.

The flesh on his face was pinched by Yang Qingyin’s two fingers, and Luo Ziling cried out dramatically, taking the chance to pinch her waist. Yang Qingyin couldn’t stand it and, after a yell, went limp.

Luo Ziling didn’t wait for Yang Qingyin to angrily retaliate; he carried her straight into the room and threatened, “If you pinch me again, I might just barge in while you’re showering and take a peek.”

“Pervert!” Yang Qingyin blushed and escaped from Luo Ziling’s arms.

Luo Ziling unceremoniously flopped down on Yang Qingyin’s big bed and said leisurely, “Sleeping in such a big bed is so much more comfortable than the bunk beds at school. From now on, I should come here often to be senior sister’s Flower Protector, so I don’t end up ruining my back.”

Yang Qingyin laughed out, “How old are you at all that you’re complaining about an old back? I feel like you’ve gotten slicker with your words.”

“That’s called being witty and humorous,” Luo Ziling corrected Yang Qingyin seriously, “Don’t talk nonsense, or people might think you’re uneducated!”

“I am uneducated, and I like to talk nonsense, what are you going to do about it?” Yang Qingyin said, leaping onto Luo Ziling. She bit his neck and arms a few times and pinched him before satisfactorily getting up, taking the opportunity to kiss his lips, “Anyway, you’re just a really annoying guy. Alright, I’m going to take a bath, you rest here for a while. Do you want to wash too?”

“I just took a bath this afternoon, okay, I’ll wash after you’re done.”

“Go wash in the other room’s bathroom, I won’t let you use mine!” Yang Qingyin declared, grabbing her pajamas and heading into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water came from the bathroom; in no time, steam filled the air and even through the semi-transparent glass door, the warmth inside was palpable.

Hearing the sound of water inside, Luo Ziling felt a bit of restlessness. He walked over as if on autopilot to see if Yang Qingyin had locked the door while she was showering.

To his surprise, the door opened when he twisted the handle—Yang Qingyin hadn’t locked it.