Rebirth of the Beloved

Chapter 239 Two Worlds Are Intertwined and Can't Escape (4)
Why did Ye Qingwan also look for the person with the mark on his back?
Could it be that she was that child back then?What he was looking for was her, and what she was looking for was herself.

It shouldn't be, and it's impossible.
——That man is a boy!
It was night, and the starless night sky was getting darker and darker. Black clouds rolled in, and the wind blew by wantonly. There were faint thunderclaps in the thick clouds, and suddenly a silver snake-like lightning tore through the black sky. , The wind and rain are about to come, ferocious and terrifying.

Ye Qingwan, who was lying on the couch with her eyes closed, couldn't fall asleep.

What I can't get rid of is the man's handsome face.

Another deafening thunder exploded, and the torrential rain poured down. Bean-sized raindrops hit the tiles, making a constant crisp sound, and the dead branches of the trees shook wildly and creaked in the cold wind.

Ye Qingwan opened her eyes resentfully.

The rain was really not at the right time, as if it was deliberately against her.

This time, Ye Qingwan remembered that she still had the medicine for insomnia that Jiang Shuo had given her before.

So Ye Qingwan turned over and went to the bed, unable to fall asleep made her a little irritable, she didn't even bother to put on her shoes, she found the medicine with bare feet, poured two pills into her mouth, didn't drink any water, and went back to the bed directly .

It has to be said that Jiang Shuo is very reliable in some aspects. For example, the effect of this medicine is really good. Ye Qingwan just took a cup of tea, and his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open it.

Gradually, the sound of the pattering rain in her ears became ethereal, and after a while, Ye Qingwan felt that she was no longer lying on a bed, but on top of a soft and light cloud, her limbs were sore and limp. , as if all her strength was taken away by this cloud, trying to drown her in it.

What strange medicine.

Ye Qingwan cursed in her heart.

Suddenly, her chest sank, making Ye Qingwan a little out of breath. She instinctively wanted to struggle to get up, but her limbs seemed to be frozen, and she couldn't move even with strength.

There was a dead silence around, and even the faint sound of rain before had disappeared.

Ye Qingwan felt a "thump" in her heart, and secretly cursed "damn it".

Could it be that he was dragged into some strange dream by another self again?

But she remembered that Jiang Shuo said that the medicine is to cure insomnia and nightmares, so it is impossible to have nightmares, otherwise it should be a good dream.

But she had a bad feeling.

Ye Qingwan lay stiff, like meat on a chopping board.An uneasy premonition, she felt that even if what she saw this time was no longer "Queen Ye", it would definitely be a scene that made her feel intimidated and physically uncomfortable.

Anyway, it won't be a dream.

Before this nightmare came, Ye Qingwan felt that she was completely numb.

She began to guess idly what kind of bloody scene she would face in a while.

Maybe it was the wide-eyed head of the father who died with regret and rolled down to his feet?
Or maybe it was her two blood-covered children questioning her weeping blood?

If it was a little more scary, it would be the mad Emperor Zhaowu in her dilapidated boudoir?
Ye Qingwan seemed to want to find the scariest dream among the countless nightmares she had after her rebirth, and make mental preparations first, so as not to be tortured to the point of collapse like last time.

The scariest thing she could think of was undoubtedly the last dream.

The exposed Shen Xun used the most vicious method to take revenge on her and her beloved.

Ye Qingwan is sure that there is no dream that makes her more terrified.

But soon the reality gave her a heavy blow.

Firstly, the shackles that blindfolded her eyes were removed, and Ye Qingwan, who was paralyzed by herself, opened her eyes with relief.

The scene that immediately caught her eyes made her back stiffen instantly, her brown pupils trembled in her eye sockets, and the blood in her whole body seemed to flow backwards.

Entering the eye is a bedroom with simple furnishings. It is getting late outside. There is only one candle lamp on the neat table. The window sash is not covered. The cool wind comes in through the gap, blowing the candles to flicker, the bed curtain is light, and the surrounding light is dim It was gloomy, and there was a faint fragrance floating in the air. There was a small incense burner in the corner, and green smoke and white mist curled up.

Even though her body was still out of control, Ye Qingwan couldn't help shaking, or the body was shaking in the dream!

With difficulty, she squinted her eyes, and saw that her arm was raised high, and the wrist was wrapped with a white cloth strip and tied with a slipknot, linking to the head of the bed, and the other arm was the same.

Through the bronze mirror placed not far away, Ye Qingwan saw clearly the situation she was in. Her arms were shackled, her hair was messed up, her clothes were thin, and she was kneeling in an extremely indescribable posture. On the couch, there were still red marks on the half-exposed calf.

The fear buried in the deepest part of my heart is being pecked away bit by bit by an invisible chisel, and it is about to break out of its shell.

The closed door was violently pushed open, Ye Qingwan's heart trembled suddenly, and she closed her eyes in fear.

The visitor was menacing, and his aura was powerful and intimidating, making one frightened.

The man stood motionless in front of the bed, as if admiring the perfect masterpiece in front of him.

After a while, he came over and sat on the edge of the bed, caressing Ye Qingwan's soft face with one hand, drawing her eyebrows and eyes, his rough fingertips finally stopped on the pink lips, and repeatedly turned.

With one hand, she clamped her loose waist, and her knuckle fingers slowly undid the belt.

The other party's actions became more and more dangerous, forcing Ye Qingwan to finally hear herself say: "You and I are not in good health."

She probably wanted to scold the man, but due to some factors, she had to beg for mercy instead.

"It's only during the day. Just let me go tonight."

But the soft voice not only did not bring the man's pity, but made him increase the strength of his hands, the rough and powerful palms almost cut off Ye Qingwan's waist.

The man sneered in her ear, his voice was deep, cold and cold, and he said mockingly: "If you can withstand the bumps of the horse, and travel thousands of miles to find him, it doesn't mean that you are not in good health?"

"What are you doing with your eyes closed, you don't want to see Gu so much?" The man's hand on his lips suddenly pinched Ye Qingwan's face, and he was furious: "Look at Gu!"

The pitch-black eyelashes trembled, and then moved slightly, opening the wet eyes.

I saw Shen Heng wearing a black dragon robe, wearing a nine-pronged pearl crown on his head, his face was as handsome as before, but more than austere, his eyes were reddish at the tip, fierce as hell, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were bloodshot, and his deep eyes were full of gloom.

He squinted his eyes and looked comfortably at the visually shocking picture in front of him—the girl's eyes blurred and moistened by the fragrance of love, her clothes half-closed, revealing the skin of bullying Saixue, and the girl with red plums on top. Little traces.

"Tell Gu honestly."

The hoarse voice soaked in desire fell on his ears, Ye Qingwan's scalp went numb, and his body went limp.

"It's him I'm thinking about today."

"Or alone?"

(End of this chapter)