Rebirth of the Beautiful Repaying Gratitude: Quick Transmigration and Childbirth System

Yun Zimo's heart felt like it was being burned by fire, and he was in agony every minute and every second.

He hurried through the garden and saw Wei Zekai and Liu Qianyu walking side by side, smiling.

A surge of jealousy suddenly surged up in him, like a violent storm and huge waves, instantly breaking down the dam of his rationality.

Almost instinctively, Yun Zimo rushed forward and, regardless of everything, gently pulled Liu Qianyu to his side.

"Zi Mo, what are you doing..."

Wei Zekai wanted to speak out to stop him.

Yun Zi's eyes narrowed fiercely and he glanced at Wei Zekai.

He then grabbed Liu Qianyu's hand and walked away in big strides.

Walking to the pavilion beside the lotus pond, Yun Zimo surrounded Liu Qianyu and imprisoned her on a pillar.

He was like an enraged leopard.

A pair of beautiful eyes were no longer clear, but became darker and darker until they became a scarlet dark glow.

The memories of losing his loved ones in the past and the pain deep in his heart came flooding back again.

Fear, resentment, uneasiness, pain, confusion, anxiety, loneliness...

He locked her up tightly, and he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear.

Liu Qianyu felt the cold aura emanating from his body and hurriedly spoke to comfort him.

"Don't be afraid, young man."

He could no longer remain calm and restrain himself, and leaned over to kiss Liu Qianyu's lips.

Passionate and overbearing, full of possession and reluctance, as if pouring all emotions into it.

He was like a trapped beast, trying desperately to break free from the cage and capture her lips.

He reached out and held her head, plundering her fiercely and possessively.

Liu Qianyu endured it passively until the smell of blood came.

"Sister Yu, you are mine."

Yun Zimo's voice was low and hoarse, revealing a suppressed feeling.

Liu Qianyu raised her eyes, and his red and moist eyes were reflected in her moist eyes.

There were tears in his eyes, and the crystal tears seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of emotions, and they were about to fall.

Liu Qianyu raised her hand gently and wiped away Yun Zimo's tears.

"Well, it's yours."

Her answer was simple and firm, rushing into Yun Zimo's ears.

Yun Zimo's body stiffened for a moment, in disbelief and deep shock.

Deep in his eyes, there seemed to be a small spark that was ignited and gradually burned into a prairie fire.

"Say it again, Sister Yu." He looked at her almost beggingly.

"I'm yours, silly."

Yun Zimo's heart was beating like a drum and his mind was in a mess.

It was as if a fiery torrent suddenly rushed through his blood, sweeping through his entire body and setting him on fire.

Tears flowed down involuntarily, hot and burning.

"Oh, you've become a high-ranking official, why do you become a crybaby?"

Liu Qianyu picked up the handkerchief and wiped away the tears that were falling from his face.

Yun Zimo held her hand, placed it against his hot cheek, and rubbed it lovingly.

Silently telling of his desire and fragility.

He wanted to be strong, like a shield, indestructible, protecting her.

But she is the only one who can make herself so vulnerable.

"Sister Yu, remember what you said today."

Yun Zimo lifted her chin slightly and kissed her deeply and hard.

He was very emotional.

Tossing and turning.

Impatient and irritable.

Indulge in wantonness.

Let yourself immerse in this infinite love.

Liu Qianyu's hands unconsciously wrapped around Yun Zimo's neck, responding to this love.

At this moment, Wei Zekai was standing silently in the shadows not far from the pavilion, looking at the kissing couple in the pavilion.

Wei Zekai's heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.

I originally wanted to come over and take a look, as I was worried that the two would have an argument.

But when I arrived, I saw this scene.

It was too late after all.

Yun Zimo's obsession with only her from the beginning to the end.

That kind of stubbornness must possess fanaticism.

After all, he still couldn't win.

Wei Zekai looked up at the sky and forced back his tears.

This is the first time that I want to have a woman so much.

It was a bit crowded after all for three people to walk together.

It's time to focus on your work.

Wei Zekai smiled bitterly and turned away.

At this time, Yun Zimo was hugging and kissing his beloved woman in the pavilion.

In between kisses, he raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Zekai's departing back.

A smile quietly crept up the corner of his mouth.

Yun Zimo closed his eyes, then deepened the kiss and became more devout.

Can't bear to let go for a long time.

The two of them hugged and kissed tightly in the pavilion.

The breeze blows, bringing waves of lotus fragrance, interweaving with the sweet scent, weaving a moving picture.

The night was deep, but Yun Zimo's heart was like a burning flame, hot and difficult to calm down.

The moonlight was like water, pouring onto his sword, flashing a cold and sharp light.

He held a long sword in his hand, and the sword light was like a leaping dragon, cutting through the night sky.

Every move and every style seemed to pour out the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time in the heart.

He expressed his excitement and deep expectations for the future.

Liu Hetai squatted aside helplessly.

Ever since the young master came back, he has been like a chicken with its blood pumped up. He keeps grinning and dancing with the sword.

"Oh my God, I'm so sleepy!" Liu Hetai lamented softly.

Finally, Yun Zimo stopped and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Liu Hetai's eyes immediately lit up and he quickly woke up the dozing servant.

"Quick, prepare some water for the young master, don't delay him from bathing and sleeping."

Oh my God, I can’t wave it anymore!

Yun Zimo glanced at Liu Hetai. In fact, he hadn’t vented enough!

However, I'm in a good mood today, so let him be happy.

So Yun Zimo threw the sword to Liu Hetai and turned around to wash up.

It was late at night and Yun Zimo was lying on the bed, tossing and turning.

He touched his lips, replaying the scenes in the pavilion in his mind.

"I'm yours."

Her answer was like a sweet rain that moistened his dry heart.

The feeling of happiness that welled up from the bottom of his heart almost made him indulge in it.

I'm afraid this is just a dream and it will disappear when I wake up.

Unable to bear it any longer, Yun Zimo quietly came to Liu Qianyu's room.

He waved his hand to signal the secret guards here to retreat.

I pushed open the door gently, afraid of disturbing the sleeping beauty.

The room was quiet, and the moonlight shone on Liu Qianyu's sleeping face.

She looks like a fairy who has fallen into the mortal world, with her long hair falling on the pillow like a waterfall, adding a touch of softness.

Yun Zimo stood beside the bed, gazing at her tenderly, with a surge of tenderness in his heart.

He walked slowly closer and sat gently beside the bed, afraid that his breathing would disturb her.

He reached out and gently stroked Liu Qianyu's cheek, feeling the warmth and reality brought by her porcelain-like skin.

At this moment, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, intertwined with her breathing.

"Sister Yu..."

Yun Zimo murmured in a low and tender voice.

He took off his shoes, climbed gently onto the bed, and carefully hugged Liu Qianyu.

He buried his head in her neck, greedily, constantly inhaling the fragrance from her body.

“That’s great…”

He kissed her forehead gently and closed his eyes in contentment.