Return of the King, Dominating the City
Chapter 75 - 75 74 You Heartbreaker

75: Chapter 74 You Heartbreaker 75: Chapter 74 You Heartbreaker Song Yun sniffed and felt a hot stream after hot stream rush into his nostrils, quickly turning the tissue bright red.

“Wow, it’s so hot, so hot.” Qingluan took off her pants revealing her white panties, and Song Yun felt like he was losing his mind.

He hurried to the bedroom to find a summer quilt to cover Qingluan, heavens only know what other bold things this girl might do next.

He was a man of morals, a man with a bright future, a man of noble ideals and integrity, he couldn’t lose his nature over these sugar-coated bullets.

Song Yun comforted himself, but his eyes involuntarily drifted towards Qingluan.

“Bang!”

Qingluan kicked off the blanket on her, then groggily sat up, glaring fiercely at Song Yun.

Song Yun, who had been stared down by Qingluan’s gaze numerous times, swallowed his saliva and picked up his coat to drape over her.

Qingluan grabbed Song Yun aside and whispered menacingly, “Don’t touch me, are you trying to take advantage of me?

My favors aren’t that easy to earn, but you…”

Qingluan stopped talking, but she began to act, unwinding her chest wrap round and round, until Song Yun, rooted to the spot, saw the pink peaks on the mountains and said, “How’s my body?”

Song Yun dared not respond, as last time he complimented Li Shishi’s body, he ended up getting slapped twice.

He definitely wouldn’t say anything inappropriate now.

After waiting for a while without hearing any praise from Song Yun, Qingluan snatched the blanket from the couch and covered herself up again, declaring, “I won’t let you look anymore.”

Don’t stop showing now, just when I was getting fascinated.

You seriously lack professional etiquette.

Don’t you know I’m distressed now?

Show some mercy and lift a corner of the blanket for me to peek.

Suddenly, Qingluan stood up clutching her stomach and said, “I need to go to the bathroom.” Then she scurried to the bathroom.

Song Yun chuckled bitterly to himself, what is this all about?

After a while, Qingluan didn’t come out, and as more time passed, Song Yun started to worry, especially since she had been drinking.

It wouldn’t be good if she had fallen asleep in there, it’s quite easy to catch cold.

He pushed open the door and found Qingluan sitting on the toilet squirming awkwardly, who yelled at him upon sight, “Get out!”

Song Yun quickly shut the door.

Just as he was about to sneak away, Qingluan called from inside, “Can you bring me that pair of underwear from the bedroom dresser?”

Alright, so the little lady here has peed her pants, Song Yun thought with amusement as he picked out a particularly tasteless pair of pink underwear from the dresser and knocked on the door, saying, “I left it outside for you.”

Qingluan hummed a response, and after setting it down, Song Yun sat down on the couch.

After changing her underwear, Qingluan came over with a flushed face and sat down next to Song Yun with a grim expression, saying, “You have to take responsibility.”

“Take responsibility?” This was the first time Song Yun had heard these words, even after having had an encounter with Li Shishi in the bathroom, she never talked about responsibility.

How could it suddenly come from Qingluan’s mouth today?

“That… Qingluan, I didn’t do anything to you, why should I take responsibility?” Song Yun asked softly.

“You saw my body and now you’re denying it?” Qingluan shouted louder.

Was it me who voluntarily undressed you to check out if you were beautiful?

It’s not like I haven’t done anything today.

“It wasn’t me who wanted to see your body,” Song Yun muttered quietly.

“I feel like dying, a man saw my body and now this heartbreaker doesn’t want to take responsibility, I want to die,” Qingluan squatted under the sofa and murmured in circles, “I want to die, I want to die.”

Being labeled a heartbreaker, Song Yun was caught between laughter and tears, this second-ranked expert on the Dragon List was still throwing a fit in front of him, what a treasure.

“I don’t mean I don’t want to take responsibility, but I’m already living with another girl,” Song Yun said with a smile.

“Oh, you dare to live with other girls behind my back, hmm, just kill them off,” Qingluan stood up raging.

Song Yun slapped his forehead and lamented, “What in the world is this?”

Having organized his thoughts for a while, Song Yun also stood up and said, “Qingluan, don’t be so impulsive.”

How am I being impulsive?

You faithless man, not staying at home to tend to things and playing the traitor, get down and sing ‘Conquer’ with your head in your hands.”

Song Yun gave her an exasperated look.

Qingluan, in an attempt to express her anger and stand dominantly on the sofa, failed to jump up, tripped, and fell towards Song Yun.

Caught off guard and aided by gravity, Song Yun ended up with Qingluan on top of him on the couch.

Qingluan sitting on Song Yun’s abdomen said, “I’ll beat you, you scoundrel.”

It wasn’t a joke; she really did smack Song Yun several times, making him feel like his ribs were about to break.

“Stop messing around, Qingluan, I need to go home,” Song Yun said, feeling utterly aggrieved.

He couldn’t fight back or retort without ending up getting slapped—speaking up would only bring more humiliation.

“What, you want to go home to your pretty lady?

You hang out with them every day and you’re not bored, but today I’m graciously letting you have a go.”

Song Yun certainly wanted to take advantage of the situation, but Qingluan was firmly pinning his arms down as she sat on him, and even if he wanted to do something, he just didn’t have the strength.

“I’m not playing anymore, I really need to go home,” Song Yun said, attempting to push himself up.

Qingluan leaned over and pinned Song Yun down, her cleavage as deep as the East African Rift, and sharply commanded, “You can’t leave.”

“Oh my goodness, can you please be merciful and let me go?

I know I was wrong, just spare me,” Song Yun pleaded.

“Geez, are you impotent or something?” Qingluan looked down at Song Yun disdainfully.

“A stunning beauty is in front of you and you won’t take a bite, I seriously think you have a problem.” She then reached to unbuckle his belt.

Song Yun grabbed Qingluan’s hand with a crying tone, “I really have no problem.” As if a slow simmer was just perfect, Little Song Yun suddenly reared his head and brushed against Qingluan.

“Pah!” Qingluan spat at Song Yun, her face turned red as she said, “You’re indecent,” and then symbolically smacked him several more times on the body.

Song Yun wanted to cry without tears; the physical pain was nothing compared to the everlasting pain in his heart…