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

Liu Qianyu was so confused that she didn't know how much time had passed.

The main thing is that this is too stupid. If it hurts, I'll use healing magic to give you. If you're tired, I'll directly transfer spiritual power to you. If you're dirty, I'll use cleaning magic.

Endless.

Outside the door, Yun Zimo concealed his breath, listening to the lewd music coming from the room, his hands unconsciously clenched into fists, the jealousy in his heart raged like a storm, and complex emotions surged in his eyes.

He wanted to push the door open, but stopped at the last moment.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door hurriedly, imagining the voice of Ye Xiaotian's personal immortal servant, urging him to shout.

"Young Master, the Sky-God has discovered that you have escaped, and he wants you to go back and deal with the aftermath immediately."

Liu Qianyu came back to her senses from her daze. She put her hands on Ye Lingxiao's chest, breathing slightly, and raised her head to avoid the passionate kiss.

"Brother, you have been discovered, go back quickly."

"No reply, nothing is more important than Jiaojiao." His throat rolled, his breathing became rapid, and he kissed her more fiercely, with his hands clasped, as if he wanted to crush her in his arms.

"The gods and demons fought each other, and the fairy world was destroyed. Brother can't just leave everything to them, right?"

Liu Qianyu waved her magical power and pushed the man who couldn't stop off the couch.

Ye Lingxiao staggered a few steps due to the spiritual power. After he stood firm, he licked his face and moved closer, trying to fight for it again.

"Jiaojiaoer~"

Liu Qianyu frowned and turned her head away pretending to be angry, "If you don't go, I will really be angry."

"Okay, okay, Jiaojiao, don't be angry, brother will go right away."

Ye Lingxiao carefully put his arms around Liu Qianyu's waist, held her in his arms, and his breath gently brushed against her ears.

"Jiao Jiao, don't ignore your brother. Your brother just misses you too much."

Only then did Liu Qianyu turn her head and giggle.

Ye Lingxiao smiled dotingly, rubbed Liu Qianyu, and asked for a long and lingering kiss before letting go. He turned the spiritual power in his hand, cleaned himself and changed his clothes.

"Wait for brother to come back, and then I'll give you a good massage to make your whole body feel comfortable."

Ye Lingxiao kissed her forehead reluctantly, turned into a ray of light, and disappeared in the room in an instant.

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When there was no movement in the room, Yun Zimo emerged from the darkness and pushed the door open.

His eyes fell on the graceful figure on the couch, gentle and greedy.

Seeing Liu Qianyu leaning on the couch, graceful and lazy, with her long hair scattered like a waterfall, her skin was fair and delicate, with a faint pink color, like a newly blooming peach blossom, exuding endless charm and temptation.

Her eyes were slightly closed, her long eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings, and every blink seemed to tug at his heartstrings.

Yun Zimo's gaze involuntarily fell on the clear red marks on her skin, and those ambiguous marks instantly set his eyes on fire.

He forced himself to suppress the jealousy in his heart. He knew that he was not qualified at the moment.

More than a hundred years in the small world is a lifetime for humans, but just a moment for gods. When he returns this time, he is not sure whether she still regards him as just a brother.

He approached gently, his slightly hoarse voice trembling slightly, revealing the panic and anxiety in his heart.

"Sister Yu."

Liu Qianyu opened her eyes and saw Yun Zimo covered in wounds. His beautiful fox eyes were filled with tears, and there was also a bloodstain on his gentle, jade-like, handsome face.

The scars not only did not diminish his charm, but instead added a bit of pitiful and fragile beauty to him.

"Zi Mo, why haven't you treated your wound yet?" Liu Qianyu waved for him to come over.

Yun Zimo walked to the bedside and sat down gently, his eyes never leaving Liu Qianyu's face.

"I was in a hurry to come back to see Sister Yu, so I didn't pay attention."

Liu Qianyu sighed helplessly, stretched out her hand and gently stroked the scar on Yun Zimo's face, "Does it hurt?"

Yun Zimo's emotions were surging, his wet eyelashes obscured the look in his eyes, and his voice was very soft.

"It hurts, it really hurts, but it doesn't hurt anymore when I see my sister."

Liu Qianyu raised her hand and used her divine power to slowly heal Yun Zimo's wounds. As the divine power poured in, Yun Zimo's wounds slowly healed and the scars gradually disappeared.

Yun Zimo's deep eyes were filled with emotions, mixed with endless love. His eyes were as gentle as water, staring straight at Liu Qianyu, and the ripples like a vortex wanted to pull her in.

She was his poison, and he had already been poisoned to the bone, and only she could cure it.

Even if he had to beg humbly and use all means, he would stay by her side.

The great vengeance that weighed on his shoulders in the past has been avenged, and now what he wants most is his future with her.

After the healing, Liu Qianyu was about to take her hand back, but Yun Zimo grabbed her hand, slowly brought it to his mouth, and kissed the back of Liu Qianyu's hand with a pious gesture. Then he placed it on his face, rubbing her palm lovingly, his eyes red, and his fox eyes with misty eyes, looking at her pleadingly.

"I don't want to call you sister anymore. I just want to be by your side all the time and have a place next to you."

Only then did Liu Qianyu notice the peach blossom hairpin on his head. It was made for her by Yun Zimo himself in the small world.

She thought that everything would be disillusioned once she left the small world, but she didn't expect that he would bring it out.

Looking at his pitiful appearance as a fox cub begging for shelter, Liu Qianyu nodded.

"Okay, then stay with me from now on."

Yun Zimo was so excited that he hugged Liu Qianyu into his arms, "My dear, you promised, don't regret it!"

With a triumphant smile in his eyes, he kissed Liu Qianyu's neck with possessiveness, covering all the red marks one by one, burning with his unique dominance and tenderness.

Yun Zimo kissed devoutly and seriously, and he would not stop until he had covered it all and it was filled with his scent.

Yun Zimo held her and sat up, his hands tightly around her, lingering on her side, gentle and intoxicating, "Look at me."

Liu Qianyu's eyes were blurred, and a pool of autumn water was misty, reflecting Yun Zimo's figure.

The moment their eyes met, a flame burst out from Yun Zimo's eyes, coming from the desire deep in his soul.

Yun Zimo wrapped his arms tightly around Liu Qianyu, his palms gently stroking her back. Liu Qianyu was unconsciously infected and raised her swan-like neck to endure his deep kiss. It was like an electric current, sending tingling sensations throughout her body and making her tremble involuntarily.

An unknown amount of time had passed before Yun Zimo held Liu Qianyu, who had already fallen asleep, in his arms and kissed her closely, greedily enjoying the tenderness of the moment.

With stars in his eyes and a smile on his lips, he owns the whole world.

Just as he was immersed in the gentle tenderness, suddenly, an invisible force came like ice and fixed him firmly, making him unable to move.

There was a flash of astonishment and anger in his eyes, and he cursed himself in his heart for being careless and not noticing the breath.

Tian Yichen and Xuanyuan Che's figures flashed in the room in an instant. They stood on the left and right sides of the bed, each with different emotions in their eyes, but they were all staring at Liu Qianyu.

Yun Zimo was shocked and looked at the two men in anger. He wanted to rush forward and tear them into pieces, but at the moment he could only watch and could not move at all.

"You two shameless guys actually teamed up to launch a sneak attack!" Yun Zimo gritted his teeth, anger rushed to his forehead, and his eyes were red.