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

The dim morning light draws open the curtain of the sky, and the mist comes to welcome the new life.

Last night, she cried for a long time, because she could not redeem the pain she had experienced, and she could not let go of the sadness.

He looked at her sleeping in his arms, her tightly closed eyelashes fluttering slightly. He sometimes thought that what he saw and heard was just the tip of the iceberg of her experiences.

It took her so much courage to come here. All I can do is try my best to love her, protect her and be with her.

Qian Yun knocked gently on the door from outside, "Your Highness."

If it wasn't an urgent matter, Qian Yun wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

He gently loosened his arms around her, but before he could stand up, she immediately noticed it, pouted in resistance, and burrowed deeper into the quilt.

"Well…"

His heart softened, and he quickly picked her up, "Yu'er, I'll be back soon."

"Yeah..." she murmured in response.

After struggling for a while, he slowly got up and wrapped her in the quilt to prevent her from catching a cold.

She casually put on a coat, her hair falling on her shoulders, opened the door, and said in a cold voice, "Speak."

Qian Yun noticed the hidden irritation between his brows and spoke quickly before he lost his temper, "Your Highness... Your Highness, Jiang Zhuo is dead."

"What?" He was a little surprised.

Yu'er deliberately avoided the vital parts when attacking, obviously wanting to save Jiang Zhuo's life. Moreover, he deliberately asked the doctor to treat it before leaving.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness. My men said this morning that he was dead." Qian Yun lowered his head guiltily.

His deep eyes were filled with thought. Was someone trying to get rid of Jiang Zhuo deliberately?

"Let Yi'an go and find out the cause of death."

"It's Your Highness."

Qian Yun was about to leave when he stopped her, "Don't let Yu'er know."

After explaining, he turned around and went back.

As soon as I returned to the room, I found that she had sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Yu'er, why are you awake?"

"Yan Qing is missing."

He quickly hugged her and lay down again, "Sorry Yu'er, I told you something."

She nodded in a daze, "I can't open my eyes."

He stopped her from rubbing her eyes and looked at her red and swollen eyes, probably because she cried too long yesterday.

"Let the doctor take a look later." It really makes people feel distressed.

"Okay." She smiled as usual, and what happened yesterday seemed to have disappeared.

"Yan Qing." She looked up and said, "Don't worry, the truth will soon become clear."

He was slightly stunned, his black pupils filled with endless tenderness, "Okay, I will."

But what she promised to tell him kept lingering in her mind. She said that if she decided to tell him, she would tell him first.

He knew that the past was over and he could have stopped asking, but he was afraid. He was afraid that she was hiding something, that she would have a chance to leave, and even more afraid that she would get sick again.

"What's wrong with Yan Qing?" She noticed his complicated expression, as if he wanted to say something.

Suddenly, he turned over gently and pinned her under him, kissing her face fiercely, and she was subdued in an instant.

"Well, Yan Qing..."

In two or three steps, he took off each other's clothes, their skin was pressed against each other, they looked at each other nakedly, and his powerful lips wandered between their bodies.

"Yuer, I want to... okay?"

In the gap between the surge of desire, I understood what he meant and went along with it, "Okay, Yan Qing...anytime is fine."

Her generosity and enthusiastic response made him unable to extricate himself and fall deeply in love with her.

He often wondered if he was too greedy. He always felt that it was not enough. His heart was still madly asking for more from her, but she just kept relying on him.

"Yu'er, I love you. I love you so much."

She hugged his neck, pressed her lips against his, and responded to his affectionate gaze again and again.

"Yan Qing, I love you too. I love you very much."

You are the everlasting hope in my life.

He hugged her tightly, feeling their love conveyed by their warm skin, and his heart was completely immersed in the warmth of her words.

My heart seemed to want to know the answer more and more, her answer, her past, her story.

The fierce kiss gradually slowed down, and their noses touched lightly. He asked carefully, "Yu'er... can you tell me the story behind it?"

Her pupils trembled, her slender eyelashes drooped instantly, and her brain seemed to stop.

The story... is it Jiang Qingyu's story? Or is it her story? Is there any difference between Jiang Qingyu and her?

Yes, she killed them, killed the people who destroyed them, but they didn't seem to be any different, so it didn't matter whether she said it or not, right?

He noticed the emotion in her eyes. Was it worry? Or confusion?

"I want to understand Yu'er. It's okay. It's okay if Yu'er doesn't want to talk."

Once again, he shut her thoughts up with a kiss, pressed close to her skin, tender and yet constantly demanding between breaths, again and again.

The movements are slightly rough, but after that you can restrain yourself and go lighter and slower.

She followed his lead, heartbeat in unison, breathing in unison.

She was tortured to the point of being unbearable and couldn't help but sigh, this... obviously doesn't seem like it doesn't matter.

He was angry, but not at her. He was angry at himself. Angry at himself for not being able to bear the desire to explore everything about her, and angry at himself for not being able to believe that she loved him wholeheartedly.

It was all his fault, he just couldn't stand it, what should he do? What should he do?

"Yan Qing...wait...wait a moment!"

She pushed her hands against his chest, but he grabbed them and pinned them behind her waist, while he used his other hand to hold her up.

Due to the huge size difference, she was like a kitten and was easily tossed around by him.

"Yu'er...don't hide."

"Yan Qing..."

They called each other's names with rapid, interlaced breathing.

Love is lingering, clouds in the morning and rain in the evening, she escapes, he chases, the unstoppable love sinks into the desire for each other.

When she woke up again, it was almost dark.

"Yan Qing." She called him.

"Yu'er is awake. I'll ask Qianyun to prepare the meal right away." He covered her with a blanket and prepared to get up.

"Yan Qing." She suddenly hugged him, as if she had something to say.

"what happened?"

"I thought Yan Qing knew my story." She returned to the topic she had not finished last night.

He lowered his eyes to meet her pupils.

Yes, we all know it is a tragedy, but why do we still want to find out the truth? Because even if all the stories are connected together, there are still many loopholes, and we can't even see the whole her.

"I'm sorry Yu'er, it's... it's me, I'm selfish, I want to know Yu'er's feelings, I want..."

She placed her finger on his lips to stop him from apologizing, "I understand, Yan Qing wants to know all about me."

He held her hand, kissed her knuckles tenderly, and uttered the word, "Yes."

She interlocked her fingers and told him seriously, "Yan Qing, I can tell you, but you have to promise me that even if you have questions, don't ask them. You can only listen, okay?"

Only in this way can she ensure that she can control the situation.

Although he didn't know the reason, at least she was willing to tell him, "Okay, I promise."