Chapter 211

"Hmm!"

Caught off guard, Sayuri moaned softly.

The first time I couldn't hold it back anymore.

The groaning sounds came and went, and some people didn't know what they thought they were doing.

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PS: The picture shows Kato Keizo! .

Chapter 139 Embarrassment! Mrs. Sayuri's charm remains the same! The irreconcilable conflict between the empire and the alien race calls for an emergency meeting!

"Mom, I've packed it up."

Yinglili ran out.

I just reported that I have finished tidying up the guest room.

What he saw was Sayuri walking out of the master bedroom.

At this moment she had changed into a new dress.

"Um?"

Yinglili was confused about this at first.

But more attention was paid to the mother's injured and sprained foot.

"Mom...your feet..."

at this time.

The redness and swelling on the ankle has completely disappeared.

This means that Ling Qing's massage is effective.

"Well…"

Facing her daughter's ordinary questions, Sayuri's breath froze in confusion.

Unnaturally, it will be rubbed behind the ears.

His eyes averted, and his rosy cheeks forced a smile.

Pretending to be relaxed, he said: "That's right, mom's feet have recovered, thanks to Ling...Ling Qingjun's massage."

Mention massage.

The blush on Sayuri's face deepened.

She was afraid that Ying Lili would ask her any more questions.

She spoke again: "Now that your feet are healed, mommy will cook you a big meal!"

After that, he ran directly to the kitchen.

After turning around and meeting Ling Qing's faintly smiling gaze, her neck and earlobes turned red.

The ankle massage is really effective.

Not only is the swelling completely reduced, I can't even feel any pain at all.

but…

Sayuri never imagined that she could be so good at just massaging her ankles.

Traces were also seen by Ling Qing.

Sayuri, who was hiding in the kitchen, looked like there were ants crawling on her body, and she was so embarrassed that she died of embarrassment.

Ling Qing glanced deeply towards the kitchen.

Then he turned to Eiri who was coming.

She asked in a low voice: "Ling Qingjun, did you use your superpower?"

Ling Qing nodded: "Yes."

He did not give specific details.

Sayuri probably was too embarrassed to say it.

"Thank you so much."

Yinglili smiled happily.

Then…

The living room fell silent.

Yinglili didn't know what to say.

No.

She actually had something to say.

But I was embarrassed to speak.

From time to time, he peeked at Ling Qing's side face.

I wanted to open my mouth but gave up.

Ling Qing noticed the way he hesitated to speak.

When she peeked over again.

Ling Qing suddenly cast his gaze in the same direction.

Their eyes intertwined.

Yinglili's little body shrank.

He smiled and asked: "Ying Lili, you just peeked at me several times but hesitated to speak. Is there anything you want to say to me?"

"Ugh!"

Yingli's little face turns red like a ripe apple.

It turns out that all my little tricks were discovered!

Yinglili was so ashamed that she wanted to escape from the earth.

She twisted around her index finger for a moment before speaking anxiously.

"Ling Qingjun, actually, I have always wanted to ask you a question."

"What's the problem?"

"You...hate being a homebody?"

She stared into Ling Qing's eyes, her heart pounding.

Ling Qing didn't seem surprised by this question.

But the answer he gave made Yinglili full of doubts.

"Neither disgust nor disgust."

"ah?"

Ling Qing shrugged: "I don't hate ordinary otakus, but in a derogatory sense, I don't like dead otakus who go all the way to the bottom."

"The most typical example is classmate An Yilunya, one of the top ten weirdos in the school."

"If you just treat the otaku as someone who doesn't affect other people's hobbies, I personally don't mind at all."

Mutual respect is the most basic virtue.

No matter if you are an ordinary person or an otaku.

"oh oh…"

After having examples, Yinglili understood.

There was a hint of joy in my heart.

Fortunately, I'm not a nerd.

She asked nervously: "Then, what does Ling Qingjun think of the book and its artist?"

As soon as he asked, he saw Ling Qing's face become serious.

Ying Lili's heart skipped a beat.

I thought he would say disgusting words.

Not so.

Ling Qing gave a thumbs up and said plausibly: "They are this."

“Man’s Gospel Teacher!”

Without them, where would the holy land of books be? Where did JM come from?

"Eh!"

Yinglili was first shocked by Lingqing's expression.

Then he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The atmosphere relaxed instantly.

"What? I thought Ling Qingjun was a very serious person."

Ling Qing spread her hands and said, "I'm good at everything, but I can't change the fact that I like beauty."

"Then why does it feel like Ling Qingjun didn't even show any lustful feelings towards me?"

Yinglili blinked her cute big eyes.

Suddenly her expression changed.

Looking down at himself, he glanced down at his unobstructed chest.

"Could it be..."

"You think too much. I think you are cute and as attractive as an apple, Yinglili, but perverts have to approach beautiful girls step by step, right?"

Ling Qing was telling the truth.

Yingli's face couldn't help but turn red, and her eyes were wandering and dizzy.

"Beautiful girls and so on, I, I don't count."

She really completely ignored the topic of Ling Qing saying that she was a pervert.

All he could think about was being praised by Ling Qing, making him feel happy.

"Ahem."

Immediately, Ying Lili returned to the topic seriously.

"Ling Qingjun, actually... I am a book artist."

She stared straight into Ling Qing's eyes, trying to see through his thoughts and want to know if he really didn't hate this profession.

And Ling Qing looked natural from beginning to end.

"Oh, as expected."

She was surprised to hear him say something.

"As expected?"

He knew?

Ling Qing explained: "I already knew your identity, Ying Lili."

"Ah, this..."

Er Lili was stunned.

She had been struggling for a long time to tell her true identity.

She didn't expect that Ling Qing not only knew it a long time ago, but also didn't care at all.