The fat wife is rebellious: she was spoiled by the group on the way to escape famine

Doesn’t this young wife really understand that the secret of the elves cannot be easily revealed?

You know, before this, she had always been very careful to protect this secret, so why did she become so casual this time?

Are you planning to reveal all your secrets and then disappear?

Thinking that that extremely vulgar woman might occupy this body again, Song Wenqin felt endless anger in his heart.

This anger seemed to burn away all his sanity, making it almost impossible for him to control himself.

Like a madman, he suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed her whole body into his chest.

His movements were so violent that it seemed as if even her lips and eyes were firmly protected under him, leaving no room for her to escape.

"You are not allowed to leave! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!"

He roared, his voice trembling a little, and held her tightly with his arms, so tightly that he seemed to want to completely melt her into his body, fearing that she would really disappear like smoke.

The force was so strong that Jiang Jinhe almost felt like she was suffocating. The whole world began to become blurry, as if she was about to return to her original world.

If she hadn't been convinced of Song Wenqin's feelings for her, she would even have wondered if she would be the next person to be replaced.

"Cough...cough...I'm going to suffocate if you don't let me go!"

Jiang Jinhe struggled hard and shouted with the last bit of strength she had.

Fortunately, her cry finally made Song Wenqin regain some consciousness.

Finally, his grip loosened, leaving her enough room to breathe.

She was able to breathe a sigh of relief, and she felt as if she had just escaped death. It took her a long time to calm down in his arms before she recovered.

"You almost suffocated me just now, you know?"

She looked up at Song Wenqin, her eyes revealing a hint of helplessness and blame.

However, in response to her words, the other party just lowered his head deeply, his eyes full of guilt.

"I'm sorry, I was too impulsive."

He held Jiang Jinhe's cheek with heartache, gently checking whether he had hurt her because of her momentary impatience.

However, when he saw her acting coquettishly, his tough attitude instantly disappeared, and an inexplicable bitterness rose in his heart.

There are so many things I want to say, but at this moment, the legend about the elves keeps echoing in my mind. "Once the true identity of the elves is known, they will completely disappear, because there is a place that belongs only to them - that is their true home."

"Don't try to explore the secrets of the elves anymore, or you will lose her company forever."

......

He seemed to be able to faintly hear these words of warning in his ears, which stirred up waves in Song Wenqin's heart that were difficult to calm down.

In the end, when many words came to the tip of the tongue, only the simplest yet affectionate expression remained.

"Jinhe, I really can't lose you, you know?"

Every word and every syllable is filled with deep emotion, "I really can't live without you."

Song Wenqin held Jiang Jinhe's hand tightly, as if to tell her in this way: no matter what happens, he will not let go easily.

He held her in his arms again and bent down to kiss her lips.

His movements were gentle and urgent, as if he wanted to convey the unspeakable emotions in his heart through this kiss.

As soon as he touched those soft lips, he felt that the dull pain in his heart seemed to be smoothed out a lot, and the pain was instantly relieved a lot.

He hugged her tightly, his hands seeming to embed her into his body, until he was suddenly awakened by a strange taste in his mouth.

The smell was different from the usual fragrance, with a hint of bitterness and blood, which made people feel shocked.

"It hurts... um..." But the little woman's tender cry almost made him lose his mind. The desire and possessiveness in his heart reached its peak at this moment.

"Um...it hurts..." Jiang Jinhe also felt something was wrong at this time.

While trying to deal with the man in front of her, she quickly recalled what happened today, but she couldn't figure out what went wrong, so she could only harden her heart and bite his shoulder.

"Wenqin!" This shout finally made Song Wenqin stop. He loosened his arms slightly, looked down at the woman in his arms, his eyes complicated and incomprehensible.

Jiang Jinhe wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand and found that the blood on her hand was not only from her own, but also from the corner of the man's mouth. There were also bright red marks.

"Wen Qin, you..." The words were suddenly choked on her lips, because she saw the pair of eyes that were usually calm but now red and tearful.

She gently reached out and stroked his furrowed brows and moist eyes, her heart pounding.

It turned out that he was crying.

The man who had always been arrogant and stern, and was feared by countless people, was actually like a lost child, crying helplessly in the darkness. The sadness deeply touched Jiang Jinhe's heart.

"You're crying..." The words were cut off by tears as soon as they came out of his mouth. "Why is this happening? Wen Qin, what on earth happened to you?"

The worry is palpable.

He was trembling and whispering, and his entire condition looked extremely fragile and unstable.

It's like a child who can't find his way home late at night, filled with confusion, entanglement, and even unspeakable fear...

"Wen Qin...what's wrong with you? Can you tell me?"

Jiang Jinhe asked cautiously.

Then she suddenly thought of a possibility, and mustered up the courage to ask tentatively, "Or do you want to... marry me... if that would make the current situation better..."

However, after hearing this question, the man immediately shook his head, grabbed her little hand with all his strength, then lowered his head and reverently placed a kiss on her palm.

"No..." he replied in a low voice, "No... Actually, what I want to ask is... if that day comes, will you be willing to take me away with you?"

It was almost a dreamlike sound, especially clear in the quiet night.

That day?

There was a roar in my mind, as shocking as if lightning had struck my heart directly.

At this moment Jiang Jinhe suddenly realized that he knew the truth.

"That night when you accidentally fell into my arms, I sensed something was wrong... You are not an ordinary woman in this world..."

Song Wenqin was still immersed in his own thoughts and muttered to himself.

"I only want you, not her. Can you please not leave me?"

He spoke in an almost pleading tone, and every word seemed to be taken out from the depths of his heart, with unconcealable pain and vulnerability.

This usually cold and ruthless man was kissing her hands over and over again, and every word he said seemed to be knocking on her soft heart.