After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife always wanted to leave her father behind and keep her

Cui Yuanqing's body tensed up all of a sudden: "Don't mess around, you're injured."

Cheng Songan's lips touched his Adam's apple: "You have a way not to hurt me, right?"

Cui Yuanqing turned his head away, not wanting her to see that his eyes were filled with lust, but his Adam's apple couldn't help but roll heavily: "Cheng Songan, stop messing around."

Cheng Songan's hand slipped into his clothes and wandered around his waist, feeling the tense muscles in his abdomen, and stopped there without moving.

Cui Yuanqing's breathing became a little disordered because of her. He grabbed her hand and pulled it out of her clothes. However, his shirt was also torn off halfway, revealing his solid chest. He didn't bother to pull it up, but avoided her eyes and said, "Since you are fine, go to bed quickly. I'll let them come in to keep watch."

"Cui Yuanqing, I'll only give you this one chance." Cheng Songan half-knelt on the bed, straightened his body, and deliberately angered him, "I escaped from Zhao Lin, and then met those two scumbags. Maybe Lord Cui thinks I'm dirty..."

"Well……"

The rest of the words were forcefully blocked.

Cui Yuanqing simply took off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. His heavy breathing filled the ears of both of them. The room, which was slightly cool just now, was immediately filled with a hot breath.

After the kiss, Cui Yuanqing rested his hands on Cheng Songan's forehead, held her face with both hands, and gently stroked her slightly open lips with his little finger. He said in a hoarse voice: "There are many ways not to hurt you. They are in the book in the inn. You can see it."

Cheng Songan's already flushed face looked as if it was about to bleed.

"You want me to detoxify you? Then don't regret it!" Cui Yuanqing picked her up and laid her flat on the bed. "You only said one chance, but you didn't say how long it would last."

Cheng Songan didn't answer, but stretched out his arms to hook his neck, rubbed his nose lightly, then pried open his lips, dragged his tongue and sucked it gently.

Cui Yuanqing's blood was boiling. This was the first time that Cheng Songan took the initiative and wanted to be with him wholeheartedly while both of them were sober. This feeling was so different that it made him happier than all the times they were together before.

He almost couldn't control his hidden brutality, wanting to possess her regardless of her injuries. Fortunately, he was best at restraint. No matter how much her body screamed, his movements were gentle. He carefully avoided her injuries and kissed from her forehead to her neck, all the way down.

This was the most distraught moment for Cheng Songan in the past two lives. Cui Yuanqing's gentleness and delicacy made her cling tightly to his bare arms, biting her lower lip and panting softly.

Then, her eyes suddenly widened. Minister Cui, who was so bright and clear-headed, actually did what was described in the book today...

Cheng Songan hurriedly tried to grab Cui Yuanqing who was about to kiss her, but he held both of her hands and forced his hands through her fingers, interlocking them with hers, while his breathing continued to flow downwards.

Cheng Songan was unable to stop him and gradually fell into his attack, his trembling body arched and his toes curled up.

When Cui Yuanqing leaned over to kiss her again, she panted and pushed him away in shame and anger: "Dirty..."

"Madam, do you think I'm dirty?" Cui Yuanqing held her up high with malicious intent, half tilted his head and asked, "Or do you think you are dirty?"

Cheng Songan's body left the bed, and he could only helplessly clamp his legs around his waist, biting his lip and whispering, "Stop talking, put me down."

Cui Yuanqing half-carried her off the bed: "I'm afraid of touching your wound."

Cheng Songan wanted to ask what to do after getting out of bed, but his face was red and he didn't know how to ask.

Cui Yuanqing smiled slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "Hold me tight."

That night, Cheng Songan realized how much content was in the "Reading is Beneficial" book in the inn. Cui Yuanqing tossed her around several times and moved her to different places. No matter how she called his name, he could not restrain himself until he had used all his tricks on her.

The roosters crowed and the sky grew brighter. Cui Yuanqing went to the stove to get some hot water and cleaned Cheng Songan. Then the two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.

When Cheng Songan was exhausted, he leaned over to Cui Yuanqing's ear and whispered, "What have you been afraid of these past two days?"

Then she hugged his waist tightly and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Cui Yuanqing's hands trembled, and he did not answer. In the dim light, the surroundings were quiet, with the occasional crowing of a rooster coming from outside the window. Cheng Songan, with her black hair spread flat on her smooth white back, fell asleep in his arms, like a tamed little animal, quiet and docile, as if they had always been so close.

But, that dream was so real. Cui Yuanqing hugged her tightly, trying hard to erase what he saw in the dream.

After returning from Cui's house, he could not hold on due to the high fever and internal injuries as soon as he entered the door. He fainted directly. In the chaos, he seemed to see himself.

Yes, he saw himself. As a bystander, he saw another indifferent self.

On the wedding night, he waited outside the door for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. Perhaps it was the same feeling he had at the beginning. He really wanted to have a solemn ceremony with her, lift her veil, tie a lock of their hair together, and drink a cup of wedding wine. But the moment the red veil was handed to him, he pushed it away and tore off the red veil. When he saw her gentle eyes, his breathing stopped, and then he left the bridal chamber awkwardly.

He drank a lot of wine, but he was not drunk at all. His mind was full of the joyful expression on her face when she looked at him. He had been thinking about her for nearly ten years, but he couldn't get close to her. It was she who harmed Tingyun and turned Situi into a living dead.

He asked Sibian to tell her that he would sleep in the study. Cheng Songan was like a wounded deer, her eyes darkened, but she said gently that it was okay and asked people to take good care of him.

Cui Yuanqing watched all this happen silently. It was almost the same as a real wedding night. The difference was that Cheng Songan in the dream, unlike the indifferent attitude in reality, had an uncontrollable love for him.

He shouted to himself, Cui Yuanqing, what are you doing? Pay attention to her!

No one answered, his voice was as light as a feather.

When his eyes shifted, he saw an even more incredible scene: it was a summer evening, and Cheng Songan, who was only in her twenties, was incredibly thin. She lay on the bed and coughed violently for a while, then raised her skinny hand and asked him hopefully but unwillingly: Since you were unwilling, you should have fought to the end, why did you marry me?

He fled in panic.

Cui Yuanqing chased after her, suppressing his anger and asking himself: Cui Yuanqing, what did you do to make her so thin? Why did you make her so sick? Why didn't you answer her?

Still no one answered.

He returned to the house, and Cheng Songan stared blankly at the ceiling of the tent. His large, empty eyes gradually became dimmer, from surprise to anger, then to calmness, and finally to relief.

She smiled with her eyes closed and never opened them again.

Cheng Songan died in front of him!

Cheng Yundai!

Yun Dai!

He called her at the top of his lungs, but no one answered.