After I was reborn, I became the beautiful, strong and miserable master of the male protagonist

It was raining heavily.

The torrential rain outside the house almost desperately hit the carved silk window lattice, and then converged into a winding line, entangled and rolled down.

The humid water vapor, the warmth in the room is transpiring, and the gardenia and sandalwood are slowly flowing.

Jiang Yufeng could hear faint thunder and deep breathing in his ears.

Was the moon drowned by thunder and showers?Or was it strangled in the arms by the surging clouds?

He felt Song Bihui's soft and cool lips gently caressing his neck twice, and his warm breath spilled over his shoulder.

I feel my sanity sinking.

He suddenly remembered that not long ago, he secretly thought that Song Bihui must be a person who abandons the relationship between men and women and is extremely indifferent to everything.

At that time, Song Bihui was standing under the shadow of the whirling tree, the yellow leaves whirled and fell in a mighty way, the delicate veins were wrapped in the breeze, like a butterfly in flight, silently immersed in the obliquely cutting halo middle.

The dim light outlines his handsome and delicate outline, which makes him alienated and indifferent, like a deity who is so lonely that he never wants to give more eyes to others.

Zhong Yaoye saw the scene at a glance, and told him angrily that the little bastard Song Bihui was just a big ice cube in a beautiful skin, and when he was a heartless person at all, he unconsciously seduced him. The corners of the lips are hooked.

He also remembered that when Song Bihui threw the wedding invitation into his arms, he said...

"I can't improve my skills, so I just think about these crooked ways, and I'm not afraid of dying on the bed."

Now, with his eyes wide open, he said slowly, "Don't you say this is a crooked way? You must return? I am afraid of death, so I don't want to think about it. You should let me go..."

"Impossible." Song Bihui pushed him back, and blocked all his words with his lips.

What is the end of joy and pain?He squinted his eyes, feeling that the scorching temperature seemed to engulf him completely.

"I will return..." Jiang Yufeng called out slowly.

"Hmm." Song Bihui responded softly with a deep and hoarse voice, "I'm..."

The long bed curtain hanging in front of me was swayed by the wind, and the gardenia and sandalwood swayed wildly in this corner of the space.

Song Bihui lowered his eyes and gently pinched the man's delicate wrist like a jade carving, and the phoenix bracelet on his wrist shone with fine light.

The rain outside fell on the ridge of the roof and fell down like bead curtains along the eaves.

The night of Mengxing is the time when ghosts wander and haunt, but this place is the safest place.

But there is also a sinking of the soul brewing.

He thought that he could be calm and indifferent when encountering anything.

But at this moment, he used his arm to cover his wet eyes, and when he felt that he was on the verge of losing control again and again, he suddenly realized that he was completely wrong.

His eyes could hardly be focused in one place, he could only put his forehead against the man's shoulder, and Ren Song Bihui hugged him gently but firmly in his arms.

Is this kid too possessive, so he can't even move a bit...

Jiang Yufeng thought about it in a daze, and didn't know when he fell asleep in the end.

But he could feel the man's fingers gently pulling his sweat-drenched hair behind his ears, always holding him carefully, never letting go of his arms.

The thunder outside suddenly pierced the sky, Song Bihui reached out to cover his ears gently, and then kissed him on the forehead.

Song Bihui looked at Jiang Yufeng as if he was a satisfied cat sleeping peacefully, clumped on his chest. His skin was already fair, and when he was wrapped in a red brocade quilt, he felt an indescribable provocation.

Although he is such a quiet and indifferent person on weekdays, yet he is so exciting.

It was breathtaking.

……

Jiang Yufeng felt that it was rare for him to sleep well. When the sky light had already entered the room through the window, he felt that Song Bihui's fingers were still gently interlocking with him.

The man was breathing steadily and lying beside him, his soft thin lips and those beautiful eyes seemed to be carefully carved, his brows were stretched, as if he had never relaxed before.

Jiang Yufeng reached out to touch the slender eyelashes, and then leaned forward to kiss the tip of his nose, but suddenly felt that his fingers were clasped tightly.

"Yu Feng, stop making trouble." His voice was low and deep, with the hoarseness of just waking up.

"What are you calling me? It's not big or small." Jiang Yufeng whispered pretending to be angry, but when he moved his legs, he suddenly stopped.

"Where is it uncomfortable?" But the man seemed to have noticed something immediately, hugged him a little tighter, and stretched out his hand to gently caress his waist.

Jiang Yufeng stretched his brows and eyes very comfortably, and then squeezed the muscles on the man's arms and back happily.

"Master..." Song Bihui's tone revealed a sense of helplessness and connivance.

"Huh?" But Jiang Yufeng just leaned lazily in his arms, enjoying the man's service very naturally.

"Are you hungry?" Song Bihui gently kissed the earlobe of the person in his arms.

But Jiang Yufeng's eyes lit up for a moment, and he said lightly, "I want to eat crispy cheese."

His voice was light and indifferent, and he spoke very lightly and naturally, like a young man who has been pampered and grown up.

Song Bihui was taken aback for a moment, but immediately agreed.

He felt like a bewildered king now, anyway, whatever the master wants, he can take the stars and the moon, and he can take the ladder to pick them for him, and the cheese is nothing.

Although he knows that emotional disorder is the most controlling person, he still enjoys it.

"Must come back, how did you break the birth door last time?" Jiang Yufeng suddenly asked softly with some doubts when he was carrying sugar-steamed crispy cheese.

But Song Bihui just sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him peacefully, and wrote lightly, "There is a leader in the dream walk, if the life gate cannot go on, just kill him."

leader……

Jiang Yufeng froze for a moment, "But aren't you the leader?"

Song Bihui nodded hesitantly.

"So you...killed yourself in Dream Walk back then?" Jiang Yufeng opened his eyes wide, and the porcelain spoon suddenly fell into the bowl, making a crisp impact sound.

"I dreamed of you in Mengxing back then. You deserved to die because of your treason." Song Bihui lowered his eyes, and leaned in front of him to kiss his eyelashes.

The big wedding banquet at Mengxing Shengmen back then really shocked him, and he was in a turmoil. Holding a long sword that cuts gold and iron, he almost killed all the people who stopped him.

He felt depressed and resentful, as if wanton killing could calm his restlessness.

He cultivated the way of ruthlessness, and now such a scene is clearly provoking him.

But when he lifted the gold-woven car curtain and saw the gorgeous and cool bride sitting in it, he froze in place.

The bride in the phoenix wedding dress stretched out her slender and white hands, and slowly lifted the tasseled hijab, revealing an extremely handsome and indifferent face in Jiangyu style.

For a moment, Song Bihui almost felt his mind go blank.

Why, why is this person...

Obviously he hated him so much, and that person hated him so much. In his eyes, he was just an item that he could discard at any time to change his life.

Why……

Why do I have such a deep obsession with him, why do I still love him so much, am I crazy...

He took a step back in panic, only to see Jiang Yufeng get up and slowly walk towards him, but every step seemed to crush his dignity to pieces.

"Husband." The man's eyes were flat and empty, his red lips were slightly parted, and he said coldly, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah!!" The "husband" called out, and Song Bihui felt that his brain could no longer think.

He realized clearly almost immediately that if he followed the original direction, he would not be able to pass this level at all.

Will only be trapped here to die...

For a moment Song Bihui clenched his teeth, and the white-edged sword in his hand suddenly rose up, lifting the soft hair and the tassels on the earlobe of the man in front of him, but he instantly pressed the sword against his neck.

He stared at the cold and indifferent eyes of the person in front of him, and did not see the slightest flow of love and joy in them.

Loss and sadness completely trapped him.

……

Jiang Yufeng was stunned for a long time, he was sad and angry, he could really feel Song Bihui's struggle and endless pain at that time, it made his heart ache.

But under the silence, he suddenly smiled, Jiang Yufeng raised his hand and gently grabbed the neck of the person in front of him, "Then you are at a loss, Song Bihui, if you were married to me in Mengxing that year, come back Threate me with this, maybe we won't..."

Hearing the sound, Song Bihui felt his heart tremble, and immediately stepped forward to hug Jiangyufeng.

"Wait! Crispy...crispy cheese!" Jiang Yufeng exclaimed in surprise as he spilled half of the crispy cheese he was carrying.

But Song Bihui didn't listen to him at all, he just raised his chin and kissed his lips.

"No, I can't do it!" Jiang Yufeng hurriedly turned his face away.

"Master is fine." Song Bihui stared at him with deep and deep eyes, put the cheese in his hand aside, squeezed his wrist, lowered his head to gently sip off the cheese syrup on his fingers , "Master can do anything, right?"

Jiang Yufeng felt that his eyes and mind were completely blinded by the color of Fengyue, and he let out a delirious "hmm" at the moment.

But no matter how regretful it was, it was too late.