Rebirth: The paranoid war king was controlled by the crazy female protagonist

She looked up and met his eyes through her hazy vision.

"Xiao Yanqing..." She muttered his name and put her arms around his neck.

"Alone."

Back in the house, he put her down but did not loosen his arms around her.

"Are you okay?" He hugged her with one hand and touched her blushing cheek with the other.

Pay attention to her misty eyes and dilated black pupils. She drank so much alcohol to protect herself, but she was unwilling to give up despite this. What made her so persistent?

His heart was repeatedly touched by her, and he felt distressed and pity for her.

He couldn't convince her, nor could he convince himself, because he had no identity claims, and her purpose had never changed.

She nodded slightly, and in an instant, she realized something.

She embraced his arms and quickly pushed him away, as if to distance themselves from each other.

"What's wrong?" He noticed her resistance, and her little face was full of pain.

"I want to... take a bath."

"But you drank a lot of wine." Although she resisted, he didn't want to loosen his arms that were protecting her.

"He touched me, disgusting...so disgusting..."

His heart paused, and was instantly occupied by dark clouds. An unexpected malice arose, and he could not restrain it or bury it.

In a daze, she kept pulling at her clothes, trying to take off the clothes that had been touched by the man. The feeling of being touched by the man seemed to linger on her.

Disgusting! So disgusting! She wanted to wash away this disgusting feeling.

"Okay, I'll call them over." He comforted her softly.

But just as he asked Hua Niang to make the arrangements, when he turned around, her entire shirt was pulled loose by her, without any consideration for him who lived under the same roof.

Seeing that her fair skin from shoulders to chest was about to be exposed, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed her hand.

"They'll be here soon, just listen."

He held her hand that was pulling at her clothes and tried to stop her again and again.

She finally heard his words and nodded obediently.

He covered her exposed skin and when he looked up, he met her innocent eyes.

"What's wrong?" He rubbed her face lovingly.

"He... hugged me... but he's still alive." She muttered in a very aggrieved tone, as if telling him that she was bullied, but she resisted the urge to kill him.

This kind of her made him feel very uncomfortable.

He calmed himself down and said, "I will handle it and will not let you be bullied."

Perhaps he himself did not realize how strong the hatred in his heart was at this moment. He tried his best to remain calm, but it could explode in an instant.

"I don't want to go... I don't want to go again..." She repeated it over and over again like she was acting like a spoiled child.

"Okay, I'll never go again." Even if she wanted to go, he would never agree!

She nodded repeatedly after receiving his affirmation.

The maid had come in by then, and he noticed her worried look.

"I'm right here."

After she was sure that he would not leave, she left with peace of mind.

He watched the maids help her out, and immediately called Qianyun outside the house.

"Your Highness." Qianyun leaned forward.

"Have Jiang Zhuo's people left?"

"Yes, I have left Huanxiang Pavilion."

"What about that person?"

"He fainted. There are people waiting outside."

He was silent for a moment, then whispered something into Qianyun's ear.

"Do it cleanly."

Qian Yun understood immediately, "Yes, I will arrange it right away."

He drank the tea in the cup, his unfathomable thoughts were concealed by the indifference on his face.

After a long time, Qing Yu finally came out of the bath. She was wearing clean white clothes, and the fragrance of flowers after the spring rain was carried by the breeze to fill the whole house.

Seeing her stumbling and lithe body, he quickly stepped forward, took her hand, and sat her next to him.

"Your Highness, Miss Qingyu was unwell just now, but fortunately she vomited out all the wine she drank." The maid knelt down timidly and gestured.

"Have you called a doctor?" He looked at her hazy state, still feeling hot all over.

"Miss Qingyu has always said... no need, so the slave..." the maid hesitated.

He nodded slightly and waved.

The maid quickly stood up and left.

"I want to drink some water." Her tender voice, tinged with drunkenness, sounded like that of a lovely child.

"Okay, I'll pour it for you."

He had just picked up a clean cup and was about to pour water.

But she had already reached out and snatched the teacup in front of him.

"Oh..." He wanted to stop her, but she had already drank it all.

She finished the tea in his cup and pushed the cup in front of him again.

He understood what she meant and continued to refill the warm tea. She drank it again, three times in a row.

"Are you ok?"

"kindness."

But my groggy head was suppressed by endless fatigue and I couldn't even open my eyes.

"If you're sleepy, go to sleep."

Hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes and noticed the quilt laid out in the room.

She quickly shook her head. Now she only knew that he would leave as soon as she fell asleep.

"What's wrong?" He asked with a more compassionate tone.

She lowered her head and said nothing.

Just as her thoughts were wandering, Xiao Yanqing suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled her into his arms, and let herself be wrapped in her warmth and the fragrance after her bath.

"Is this what you mean by warm?"

She was stunned, then looked up to meet his fiery gaze and figured out what he meant.

She wrapped her arms around his waist, buried her face in his arms, and finally, nodded obediently.

Seeing how lovely she was, he reluctantly tightened his arms and stroked her scattered hair.

When she was drunk, she was like two different sides of herself from her usual self. One was a well-behaved girl who was in a disguise that was impossible to see through, and the other was open to him about her thoughts.

After all, she has secrets that she cannot see through.

"Do you hate me?" He seized the opportunity and asked her again.

She shook her head in his arms.

"Why not hate? It was me who led you down this path."

After she hesitated, she looked up at him and said, "But I do."

"Why?" He was puzzled.

"I like…"

"What do you like?" he asked.

"I like... to help you, I like... to stand on the same line with you."

The words sounded like incoherent words spoken by a drunken person, but they seemed to come from the truth in his heart.

He hugged her tightly, his heart repeatedly touched by her words, "Jiang Qingyu, when will you be as honest as when you are drunk?"

"If that were the case...you wouldn't..."

"Can't do anything?"

She blinked her cute kitten-like eyes aggrievedly, "I won't...stay with me anymore."

"You...want me to stay with you?"

She didn't answer, but the eyes looking at him told him the answer.

The two looked into each other's eyes, and what she wanted seemed to be conveyed to him through her pupils.

what exactly is it?

She buried herself comfortably in his arms again and refused to let go. She wanted to keep this warmth, a warmth that belonged only to her.

It's just that she was too greedy and wanted something more extreme and profound.

He caressed her again and again, perhaps understanding that everything would return to normal when she woke up. She stayed by his side like this, close yet distant.

He sighed deeply in his heart, Jiang Qingyu, what exactly do you want me to do?

In her dream, she was still lying on that annoying bed, in the environment that frightened her, but the only difference was that she no longer felt cold.

A warm cloud wrapped her tightly, protecting her from any harm.

It’s so nice, she likes it so much, she loves this feeling so much.

I kept wanting to get into the clouds, wanting to get closer and closer, there was no distance, no limit.