Douluo Continent: My Sharingan is a bit unorthodox

Moreover, Ye Qiu is not afraid of this type of casual banter at all.

Everything was eaten clean.

Even Liu Erlong couldn't do it... Could Zhu Zhuyun do it? Even with her clone, it wouldn't work either; it would only excite Ye Qiu more.

therefore...

Faced with Zhu Zhuyun's teasing from afar, Ye Qiu simply rolled his eyes.

"Sister Zhuyun, please don't make jokes like that."

"..."

Seeing this, Zhu Zhuyun retracted her tongue, gritted her teeth, and felt a little angry at Ye Qiu's indifference.

He was so proud and arrogant just a moment ago, but as soon as I moved him away, he stopped being interested in me?

Could it be that my actions didn't please him?

Zhu Zhuyun promptly suppressed her coquettishness, tightly gripped the warm tea, and took a small sip to ease her embarrassment.

He asked again:

"By the way, what are you going to do by coming to see me tomorrow or the day after? Do you want some alone time together?"

"correct."

Ye Qiu nodded, staring at Zhu Zhuyun... He also felt a little uncomfortable.

After all, the big kitten in front of them and the little kitten at home are two superb catgirl sisters, and their relationship is somewhat like a love-hate one.

"..."

Zhu Zhuyun was stunned once again.

He stared at Ye Qiu in disbelief, even leaning his body on the table just to get a little closer to Ye Qiu.

"Xiao Qiu...you're not deliberately making fun of your sister, are you?"

"Does Sister Zhuyun think it's possible?"

Ye Qiu glanced at the large cat pressed against the table, tightly bound by lace lingerie, seemingly about to leap out, and subtly averted his gaze.

At this moment, Zhu Zhuyun had no time to seduce Ye Qiu; her eyes, face, and heart were filled with joy.

"Cuckoo..."

She couldn't help but giggle, straightening up and laughing so hard she was shaking. The cat on her body danced with her, and her eyes even glistened with tears.

This reaction left Ye Qiu somewhat at a loss.

"Sister Zhuyun, is this really necessary?"

"My pleasure!"

Zhu Zhuyun tied her neat short hair up.

With his elbows propped on the table, he complained irritably, his eyes glazed over:

"Xiao Qiu, you really are dishonest."

"Ok?"

Ye Qiu looked at her, puzzled.

Zhu Zhuyun, holding her teacup, swayed her hips and gracefully approached Ye Qiu.

Looking down from above, her fiery, alluring body loomed over her.

It pressed down on Ye Qiu.

To prevent his head from being trapped, Ye Qiu had no choice but to lean back.

"Sister Zhuyun?"

Zhu Zhuyun bent over, her soft breasts pressed against Ye Qiu's chest, her gaze gentle and tender as she stared intently at Ye Qiu beneath her, feeling his breath, heartbeat, and warmth.

The rosy hue on her face became even more vibrant.

She said resentfully, "Xiao Qiu~ If you really don't want to come, will you come when Zhu Qing asks you to?"

"..."

Ye Qiu reached out and grabbed Zhu Zhuyun's waist, which was about to bend down. This matter... is really hard to say.

“Hahaha…”

Zhu Zhuyun seemed to have noticed Ye Qiu's uncertainty as well.

She teased him with a charming laugh:

"However, it's hard to say with your personality. After all, you're not exactly the macho type... well... how should I put it? You're physically tough but a bit soft-hearted."

"Right?"

Zhu Zhuyun's body pressed down on him, and the fragrant breeze she exhaled brushed against Ye Qiu's face, making him unable to resist having arousing his desires.

Ye Qiu remained silent.

After all, what Zhu Zhuyun said does have some merit.

He couldn't guarantee that he would be completely focused.

"It seems I was right."

Zhu Zhuyun hugged Ye Qiu's neck, a hint of disappointment on her face.

"Although I'm not sure if this is what you wanted, at least... I'm sitting in your lap right now, and you won't push me away... right?!"

As she spoke, Zhu Zhuyun swayed her pert and full buttocks and sat in Ye Qiu's lap.

"Hi~"

Suddenly enveloped in a gentle, soft embrace, Ye Qiu couldn't help but gasp.

Zhu Zhuyun gritted her teeth and couldn't help but moan softly.

Even when she was almost pushed aside, she remained unmoved, simply holding Ye Qiu's warm body tightly.

She cried out plaintively, "Xiao Qiu~ Hold me! Give me an answer..."

"Sister Zhuyun, I'm already holding you."

Ye Qiu felt the burning heat pressed against his cheek, and his hands had already wrapped around Zhu Zhuyun's waist the moment she sat down and touched the heat.

"Not enough... hold me tighter."

Zhu Zhuyun gently pursed Ye Qiu's earlobe, her voice low and slightly hoarse, tinged with a hint of tears.

"Ah."

Ye Qiu took a deep breath and hugged Zhu Zhuyun's delicate body tightly. Her full and graceful figure changed constantly under the pressure, giving off a soft and sweet sensation.

Zhu Zhuyun breathed out hot air, feeling Ye Qiu's heartbeat and burning temperature. A look of satisfaction appeared in her eyes, and her delicate body trembled with Ye Qiu's heartbeat.

The room remained silent for a long time.

The tea that Zhu Zhuyun was still holding in her hand had gone cold.

"Sister Zhuyun, I have to go now... I'll come back to keep you company tomorrow."

Ye Qiu held the delicate body in his arms, whose previously throbbing body had gradually adapted to the pressure.

"Ah."

Zhu Zhuyun's face flushed, and her body became somewhat hot and humid. When she heard Ye Qiu's voice, she nodded as if in a dream, emitting a charming nasal sound.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Qiu loosened his grip on her soft waist, raised his hand to grasp Zhu Zhuyun's soft arm, and gently untied it.

Zhu Zhuyun released Ye Qiu, sat in his lap, took a small sip of tea, and sipped it... her red lips were tinged with a crystalline crimson glow.

She looked up at Ye Qiu, smiled gently, and lightly stroked his face and chest with her jade-like fingers, whispering softly:

"Have a cup of tea before you go... how about it?"

"Ah."

Ye Qiu nodded without refusing, and his throat was indeed a little dry.

Chapter 641 A Gentle and Refined Embrace

Ye Qiu responded.

Zhu Zhuyun immediately handed the tea in her hand to Ye Qiu with a smile.

Just as Ye Qiu was about to lean over and sip the teacup, Zhu Zhuyun quickly withdrew her hand, placing the cup below her narrow chest, the wisps of steam rising onto her black lace undershirt.

The snow-white ditch that is faintly visible.

With Ye Qiu's eyesight, he could see it clearly.

Zhu Zhuyun raised her hand and placed it on the back of Ye Qiu's head, smiling charmingly, "Xiao Qiu, drink up."

Seeing that the position of that cup of tea was starting to look bad, Ye Qiu moved his lips, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Sister Zhuyun..."