Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1823

Ye Xun stood by the door, his fingertips against the door frame, and listened attentively for a while.

There was a banquet tonight, and the servants were given wine and food. There should be no one around. But if there were any people moving around, he would be able to detect it with his hearing ability.

Wind chimes tinkled on the eaves, and dogs barked a few times in the distance. Other than that, there was no other sound. He then slowly closed the door, shutting out the inky night.

A door that shouldn't have been closed was closed.

Beihui is not Beihui, it is Shianxia.

Ye Xun is not Ye Xun, but Cen Yuan who has been missing for a long time.

He turned around, slowly raised his hand, and his fingertips groped for a very thin gap along the jaw line, and peeled off the strange human skin mask.

It’s that familiar handsome face!

Shi Anxia's quiet heart suddenly seemed to come alive and began beating violently.

Although she had secretly learned that Cen Yuan was alive before this, when she really saw him, the delicate and lingering pain still entangled her heart.

Shi Anxia took off her black cloak, and the dark brocade fell like water, piling up on the carpet at her feet. In the flickering candlelight, she stood there gracefully, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she was as quiet as before.

Their eyes met each other, as if they were in another world.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and even the wind held its breath.

The next moment, Cen Yuan strode towards Shi Anxia and bent over to pick up the cloak that had fallen to the ground. The black brocade was still stained with night dew and felt slightly cool to the touch.

The moment he stood up, it was unclear who extended his hand first, or whether both of them took a step at the same time.

The cloak fell to the ground again. He wrapped his arms around her thin body, and her cold fingers wrinkled the fabric on his chest.

The shadow was cast on the wall by the candlelight, like only one person.

"Baby, I'm back." Cen Yuan's hoarse voice was as rough as sand, and his hot breath burned her ears red.

He held her face, his fingertips trembling slightly, and gently placed his thin lips on her forehead. Just like when they used to rub against each other in the middle of the night, he slowly moved towards her lips.

He was still careful.

If she hesitated for a moment, he would restrain himself and step back, gently stopping.

Just when his thin lips were about to pass from her brow to her eyelashes and linger on the tip of her nose, she suddenly grabbed his collar and pulled him down.

Shi Anxia's tiptoeing shattered this cautious attempt.

She even bit his slightly cold lips almost ferociously, forcing him to stagger back until his back hit the cold wall.

She pressed his chest and continued to kiss him with a madness that swept the city.

In the dull pain of lips and teeth colliding, she bit his lower lip and rubbed it. Her fingertips sank into his tense shoulder blades, as if to confirm that this flesh and blood body was not an illusion.

And he finally pinched her waist and took the initiative, crushing all the unfinished words in their entangled breaths.

The bitterness of lovesickness and the mystery of past lives brew into the strongest wine between the lips and tongue.

Of all the past events, none was as real as this one. All the questions were broken and became unworthy of mention.

Lips parted, gasping for air.

His eyes were blurred, like fog, tinged with inextinguishable emotions.

But Cen Yuan still noticed that Shi Anxia was different.

She wasn't usually like this.

She never does that.

He didn't think deeply about it.

Maybe it's a reunion after a long separation, or maybe it's recovered after being lost.

She also truly loved him. As soon as this thought came to his mind, he was filled with joy.

Cen Yuan hugged Shi Anxia affectionately.

She became the same as usual, a little delicate and calm in his arms, as if the wild woman just now was not her.