After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

After getting on the carriage, Jiang Wanyu became even more noisy. She pulled Song Qiyan's hair and said she was beautiful, and then pointed at Song Qiyan's nose and called him "bastard", making Song Qiyan unable to say anything or scold her. He could only watch her making a fuss helplessly.

"Song Qiyan, do you know? I really, really, really hate you."

Jiang Wanyu suddenly started to cry out in grievance, "It's fine that you bullied me before, but now you keep kissing me. This is how you bully me, right?"

So this is what she thought. She thought I kissed her because I wanted to bully her?

Song Qi Yan didn't respond, but just looked at the drunk woman in front of him with interest, wanting to see how she was going to continue.

"But, but..."

Jiang Wanyu frowned, her nose felt sore, and she pounded her chest, aggrieved, blinking her tearful eyes and said, "But I don't know why it hurts so much to see you crying..."

"?"

For a moment, Song Qi Yan froze in a daze, just staring at Jiang Wanyu blankly.

Is she...feeling sorry for me?

When I reacted, I felt my heart beating faster and my ears burning.

She raised her body to grab her hand that was beating her, pressed down her eyelashes to hide the shyness in her eyes, and said proudly and awkwardly, "But, look, Jiang Wanyu, I'm not crying now."

"Have it?"

Jiang Wanyu pouted, let go of Song Qiyan's hand, threw herself into Song Qiyan's arms, held Song Qiyan's face, and looked at him carefully.

"Obviously not, you're still crying, you crybaby."

"?I……"

Song Qi Yan didn't have time to react, and Jiang Wanyu, who was suddenly drunk, kissed the raindrops that were running down her forehead and into the corners of her eyes with her tender red lips.

"?!!"

Song Qiyan's neck suddenly turned red, and his heart beat at double the speed, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.

He stared blankly at the woman who was almost lying on him. From her shy and blushing face to her chest that was faintly exposed after being soaked by the rain, he felt hot all over.

He quickly pressed Jiang Wanyu's acupoints.

Suddenly, Jiang Wanyu fell limply into Song Qiyan's arms and fainted.

Song Qi Yan took the opportunity to quickly move him away and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Don't let her drink alcohol next time. When she is drunk, she is crazier than anyone else.

Song Qi Yan turned his head away and didn't dare to look down. He quickly lifted the curtain beside him to get some fresh air and some fresh air.

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Soon, Song Qiyan carried Jiang Wanyu into the mansion.

"Miss, how did you get here?"

Feng Niang looked at Jiang Wanyu who was lying in Song Qiyian's arms in confusion. It was strange that Miss Jiang was willing to let the prince hold her.

Is this a good thing that is about to happen?

"She's drunk and now asleep. Go prepare some clothes and bath water so she can warm herself up when she wakes up."

"Yes."

Upon hearing the order, Feng Niang went downstairs to prepare.

Then Song Qiyan carried Jiang Wanyu back to the room and carefully used a handkerchief to wipe the dirt off Jiang Wanyu's body.

First the ankles, then the wrists, and almost every place that could be reached was wiped clean.

When he was about to leave, Jiang Wanyu's hand pulled him back.

"Song Qiyan... you know... I'm also very pitiful."

"Pitiful?"

Song Qiyan looked at Jiang Wanyu who was struggling in her dream, wondering what she was doing.

But he did not let go. Instead, he lay down beside her at a distance and continued speaking as she said.

"Poor? Why is it pitiful?"

"Because my father doesn't love me, and my mother doesn't want me anymore. You don't understand me at all..."

"Mom and Dad? What's that name?"

Song Qi Yan looked at the crying woman in front of him with some confusion.

Seeing her crying, he couldn't bear it, so he imitated the way his mother comforted him when he was a child and patted Jiang Wanyu's back gently.

Strangely enough, this trick was really effective. With Song Qiyan's comfort, Jiang Wanyu's distorted face obviously relaxed.

"What kind of dream did she have? She looks like that. How come no one loves her?"

Song Qiyan stared at Jiang Wanyu's face. He understood Jiang Wanyu less and less.

But it was precisely because of his lack of understanding that he fell in love with Jiang Wanyu.

Smiling gently, Jiang Wanyu suddenly rolled over into Song Qiyan's arms.

Suddenly, Song Qiyan froze.

What is she doing?

"So warm..."

I just saw her mumbling constantly.

I guess I felt the warmth in his arms because I caught a cold.

But this touch brought a feeling of heat back into Song Qiyan's heart.

Unconsciously, his eyes fell on those red, moist, slightly closed lips.

How does it feel to kiss her? She thought carefully about how it felt when he forcefully kissed her that day.

Previously, I kissed with anger, without savoring it carefully.

Thinking of this, Song Qi Yan's throat couldn't help but roll up and down, and a slight blush gradually appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"Wanwan, Wanwan."

Song Qiyan tried calling Jiang Wanyu several times in different tones, and found that Jiang Wanyu had no intention of waking up, so he lifted the back of Jiang Wanyu's head and kissed her.

He first lingered tentatively around Jiang Wanyu's lips, and then began to boldly lick her tender and attractive red lips. Seeing no response, he became more presumptuous and slowly opened Jiang Wanyu's mouth.

He went straight in and sucked Jiang Wanyu's tongue, which kept churning in her mouth.

In the dream, Jiang Wanyu felt as if she had fallen into a deep sea, where a bunch of seaweed kept entangled her, sometimes gently, sometimes fiercely, making her feel uncomfortable all over.

She tried to struggle, but she seemed to be held down and unable to break free.

"It hurts~"

Jiang Wanyu made a soft sound, and Song Qiyan realized that he had gone too far. Jiang Wanyu's lips had been bitten by him and there was a slight bruise.

But it seemed that his intention had not faded, and the savage compulsion made him not stop.

In order not to wake Jiang Wanyu up, Song Qiyan stopped kissing the tip of her tongue and instead tentatively touched her body.

"As long as it doesn't cause trouble, anything is fine."

Thinking of it in a lucky way, I touched her slender waist and tried to kiss her smooth neck.

I didn't dare to kiss her too boldly, but just pecked her gently, for fear that I would wake her up.

Gradually, Song Qiyan's eyes were filled with red veins, his desire made him more and more intense, he just wanted to give her a kiss, but he kissed Jiang Wanyu's chest instead.

Because of the rain, Song Qi Yan could vaguely see the looming snowflakes.

Suddenly, his reason and the heat in his body could not compete with each other. He was wondering whether he should take the bite, but was suddenly stopped by Qingxuan outside the door.

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Ye has sent a letter."

It was opened with a "click", and Song Qiyan appeared with a frown and a red face.

"My Lord, do you have a fever? Why is your face so red?"

"Just drunk."

Drunk? The prince never gets drunk no matter how much he drinks, so how come he is drunk again? Has he not drunk for a long time?

Just as he was thinking about it, Song Qi Yan suddenly patted Qing Xuan's head.

"Why did you hit me, Your Majesty? Did Qingxuan do something wrong again?"

"No, I just feel unhappy."

Song Qi Yan lowered his eyes. Although he felt unhappy, he was lucky that Qing Xuan stopped him in time, otherwise he would have committed something serious if he was consumed by desire at that time.

"?"

Qing Xuan looked at the prince who had been acting strangely since he came down the mountain, and he was very puzzled. But Song Qiyan spoke up and blocked his doubts.

"What is the matter with Prime Minister Ye's letter?"

.........