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

Liu Qianyu looked at the water surface that was filled with hot steam and thought that it would be a good idea to soak in the hot spring to relieve fatigue, so she stepped into the pool as Murong Dize wished.

Murong Di Ze stood by the hot spring pool, his eyes deep and fiery, locked on Liu Qianyu. His figure as he stepped into the hot spring was like a raging flame that could not be moved away.

As she stepped into the water, the veil swaying, his eyes became more focused and fanatical.

Everything before his eyes overlapped with his dreams, as if time had frozen at this moment, taking him back to that heart-pounding night.

In his past dreams, he was deeply bound by ethics and had to suppress his inner desires and abide by the ancient motto of "do not look at what is inappropriate".

Now, reality and dreams are intertwined, and he is finally able to break free.

You can be blatant, let your eyes wander freely, and appreciate at will, without any taboos.

She took light steps and stepped into the hot spring water. Delicate ripples appeared on the water surface, and along with her light movements, it was like a flowing ink painting.

The heavy snow-capped peaks rise and fall like waves.

The skin is as white and flawless as fresh snow.

This extremely tempting fairy spirit is finally his.

Every inch of her skin.

All of them bear his mark.

Every breath of her.

All intertwined with his flavor.

This profound possession made Murong Di Ze surge with unprecedented excitement, and he was almost suffocated with excitement.

The desire in Murong Di Ze's heart was like a wildfire that could no longer be contained.

"Baoer, you are so beautiful."

Murong Dize's voice was low and hoarse, filled with endless obsession.

He could no longer suppress his boiling blood, and walked step by step towards the hot spring pool until the water covered his ankles, calves, and waist.

Murong Di Ze slowly approached his prey like a lion, until there was only a few inches between them.

His breathing became heavy and his eyes were burning with fire, as if he wanted to devour Liu Qianyu whole.

Liu Qianyu saw that he was staring at her with burning eyes, and his scorching gaze made her cheeks turn red.

She gently lowered her eyes, not daring to look directly into his lustful eyes.

Murong Di Ze could no longer endure this torment. He suddenly stretched out his arms and held Liu Qianyu tightly in his arms.

Liu Qianyu screamed and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck to maintain her balance.

"Jiulang, you..."

She just opened her mouth, but was gently corrected by Murong Di Ze.

"Call me Aze."

The deep and magnetic voice sounds particularly gentle and affectionate.

His hands moved involuntarily.

"Ah Ze..."

Liu Qianyu's voice trembled softly.

She looked up at Murong Dize, her peach blossom eyes were wet and sparkling with crystal light.

Murong Di Ze lowered his head and kissed her passionately.

At this moment, in the dream of that night, all the constraints of etiquette and differences in status disappeared, and there was no more regret in the dream.

Emperor Murong only wanted to merge his soul with hers.

The hot spring water gradually heated up, and the bodies of the two people became hotter and hotter, just like Murong Di Ze's emotions, hot and strong.

There was only her in Murong Dize's eyes, only this woman who made him dream about her.

The two of them were lingering passionately in the water.

The two whispers blend together.

There are many shadows in the hot spring pool.

The mandarin ducks playing in the water are like a dream.

Love and tenderness share the spring pool.

When the waves subsided, Murong Di Ze hugged Liu Qianyu and coaxed her with a gentle and hoarse voice.

"Be good, don't cry."

The more pitiful she looked, the crazier he would become.

The corners of Liu Qianyu's eyes turned red. She came back to her senses and her eyes gradually came into focus.

I felt like a soft noodle, dizzy and dazed.

She didn't know if it was because of the man's madness or because the hot spring water was too hot, but it burned her head and made her lose consciousness.

Murong Di Ze kissed Liu Qianyu's eyebrows tenderly and affectionately.

"Bao'er, there is something I have never told you. My name is Murong Di Ze, and I am the emperor of the Red Flame Holy Dynasty."

There was an imperceptible nervousness in his words as he waited for her reaction.

When Murong Di Ze saw that she just raised her eyes, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, as if this identity was nothing special to her.

Sure enough, my baby is different from others.

"I never expected what kind of chance would allow me to encounter you in my dream.

Murong Di Ze confessed again.

"I don't know where the love comes from, but it is so deep. When I finally found you, I found that you didn't recognize me. In order to get to know you, I had to resort to this desperate measure."

"But I didn't expect that you would go against the grain and shock the world by bluntly saying that I am your lover."

The corners of Liu Qianyu's mouth curled up into a proud and playful smile.

She gently stroked Murong Dize's face, her voice soft and full of unintentional charm and tenderness.

"Who made you so beautiful? From the moment I decided to take you back home, you belong to me."

Laugh freely and happily.

"Okay, it's Baoer's. Aze only belongs to you."

He lowered his head again and kissed Liu Qianyu's lips again, turning his deep affection into tenderness and sadness.

The two of them were entangled in the hot spring pool, their love growing stronger as the water rippled, and they were unwilling to separate until the sun set.

* * *

When the morning light was just breaking and everything was still asleep, Murong Di Ze had quietly stood up.

He gently put clothes on the sleeping Liu Qianyu.

He picked up a soft, colorful ribbon and carefully tied up her long hair. His movements were gentle and delicate, for fear of disturbing the beautiful woman's sweet dream.

Then he wrapped her tightly with his cloak.

Everything was ready. Murong Di Ze carefully picked up the sleeping Liu Qianyu with gentle movements, as if he was afraid to disturb the dewdrops in the morning light.

He walked through the silent corridor, carried her into the carriage that had been prepared long ago.

When the first ray of daylight quietly peeked out from the horizon and the sky began to turn a gentle pale light, Liu Qianyu was awakened by Murong Dize's kiss in his arms.

Liu Qianyu opened her eyes and looked around. There were towering mountains and clouds.

She understood instantly that this was the place where they first met in their dream.

The tenderness in Murong Di Ze's eyes was softer than the morning mist. He touched her black hair and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"Baoer, wake up, the sunrise is almost here."

His voice is low and magnetic, full of his tenderness and cherishment.

Liu Qianyu slowly stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff.

At dawn, golden sunlight penetrates the clouds like fine threads and shines on the mountain tops.

The clouds and mists around began to roll, as if they were nature's most magical painter, sketching a beautiful picture between heaven and earth.

In the morning light, her figure cast a long shadow, blending with the surrounding beauty, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Murong Dize stood quietly behind her, his eyes never leaving her back.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to that dream again and saw the fairy walking slowly in the clouds.

At that time, the fairy just smiled, turned and walked towards the mountains, gradually disappearing in the clouds.

I wanted to catch up, but I couldn't.

At this moment, she seemed like the goddess of the nine heavens who guided him out of the fog in the dream. Her face was full of spring, she seemed not of this worldly thing, and her beauty was untouchable.

Murong Di Ze travels between reality and illusion, and falls into obsession.

Liu Qianyu turned around and looked at Murong Dize.

Her peach blossom eyes were full of brilliance, more beautiful than the sunrise, as if they could see through his deepest feelings.

Liu Qianyu slowly stretched out her hand and called him softly.

"Aze, come here."