HISS.
Watching Lin Qingyue run, seeing her perky, round bottom quiver lightly within her pink sweatpants, Qin Lin drew a sharp breath. He found it increasingly hard to control himself.
"Brother Qin, what did Miss Lin say?" After watching Lin Qingyue run back to her room, Fatty Qi came upstairs looking skeptical and handed Qin Lin a cigarette. "Did she agree to your request?"
"There's no rush." Qin Lin lit the cigarette, glanced at Fatty Qi, and said no more.
In truth, he couldn't quite figure out what Lin Qingyue was thinking. After all, for a woman, this was the most precious, once-in-a-lifetime thing. How could she give it up so easily?
"This really can't be rushed. Miss Lin needs to figure it out for herself," Fatty Qi said, shaking his head with a bitter smile. "It's just like with Miss Su back then. After Miss Lin told her about it, she also had to think it over for a long time before finally agreeing to the plan and walking into your bedroom alone."
