Reborn, I was pursued by the Prince of the Broken Sleeves

A long time passed, so long that all they could hear were the sound of wind and rain outside, and each other's heartbeats.

This feeling is so strange.

Su Manman leaned back into the cave helplessly, a little further away from him, and said something else: "Your Highness, when do you think the rain outside will stop?"

"do not know."

"The rain in the capital comes unexpectedly. We only decided to go out when the sky was clear this morning."

"Oh."

"Your Highness, will your subordinates come looking for us?"

"Oh!"

"I must return to Baiyun Temple before dawn."

"Ok!"

Staying in a cave with such a boring person would definitely be suffocating.

She had met someone like that before.

However, the young man in the psychedelic forest had no power or influence, and his body was disabled and he had difficulty even moving.

So, he depends on her for support.

He didn't say anything, and she felt bored, but she could still talk to him freely.

When talking to him, she could speak without restraint, saying whatever came to her mind without any reservations.

Now that the person in front of her was His Royal Highness Prince Qi, she didn't dare to be presumptuous at all.

The cave was quiet for a while.

She was so sleepy that she curled up like a wounded animal, narrowed her eyes, and soon her breathing became shallow and steady.

The people who had been gathered around the fire slowly turned around and looked at her intently.

A cave, two people and a fire, this scene is so familiar.

He and he once lived in a cave in the psychedelic forest for half a year.

Whenever night fell, the two of them gathered around the fire, and he, like her, chattered on and on about something.

He is a man who talks too much.

He is curious about everything, whether it flies in the sky, swims in the water, or runs on the ground.

By analogy, he also knew a lot of things.

For example, at such a young age, he knew how to live with wild beasts in the enchanted forest and how to survive.

His amazing ability to survive was something that once made me doubt him.

Whether that person has lived in the psychedelic forest since childhood and is from there.

The heart-eating poison in his body was about to break out. Ye Mo covered his chest, his eyes still fixed on Su Manman's face.

They haven't seen each other for five years since they parted in the psychedelic forest.

During these five years, he would think of him from time to time.

Remembering his laughter, remembering her endless chatter, remembering the time they spent together.

He didn't understand what was wrong with him.

It is rumored that he is not interested in women.

He was indeed not interested in the beautiful women in the capital.

Deep down in his heart, there was only the young man who treated him disrespectfully.

So, he started looking for him.

Find that person and give yourself an answer.

Ye Mo stood up, walked to Su Manman, lowered his head, and looked at her face more carefully.

He thought he liked men.

But recently, why does this person in front of him always attract his attention?

Even when he found her in danger, he would rush forward without hesitation and fall off the cliff with her.

He's really crazy.

He actually had an illusion deep in his heart.

Su Manman, she was the young boy she once was.

There are so many similarities between them.

The tone of his voice, the sleepy look, and the impressive martial arts skills all contribute to his excellent whip skills...

The most important thing is that they can all make his heart tremble.

He unconsciously stretched out his hand, his fingers landing on the air above her forehead, and then moving down along the bridge of her nose...

In the psychedelic forest, he couldn't see clearly. To prove that he was a good person, the sleepyhead took his hand and let him touch his face...

"I am a dashing and charming young master. How can I be a bad guy with such a handsome appearance?" His boastful voice is still ringing in my ears.

Although his vision is not clear, his hearing and sense of touch are more accurate.

He touched his face.

Going down along the bridge of his nose, along the end of the nostril, there is a depression that can only be found by touching carefully.

"When I was a kid, I fell and my teeth hit my lip. A piece of flesh fell out. You can't see it, but you can feel the wound. It almost disfigured me!"

He complained to him, "I haven't eaten for several days, and I've lost several pounds."

As if to verify the guess in his heart, he slowly closed his eyes.

A bony finger gently touched her forehead and slid down along the bridge of her nose.

The fingers move all the way down to the nose...

The fingertips trembled like dragonfly wings, then stopped...

Ye Mo suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the face of the sleeping person, a feeling of shame surged in his heart.

The dignified Prince Qi, a highly respected person, what on earth was he going to do to a girl while she was asleep?

He suddenly withdrew his hand, stood up and was about to leave, but a hand was faster than his and grabbed his sleeve.

She was sleeping so soundly that she was completely unaware of her actions. She muttered, "Are you hungry?"

Ye Mo's eyes darkened, and he blurted out without hesitation, "I'm hungry."

"Stop it!" she muttered again, "I'm awake now, I'll get you some bird eggs to eat."

A trace of excitement flashed in Ye Mo's eyes. His voice trembled as he said, "I don't want to eat bird eggs. I want to eat grilled fish."

"It's good enough to have something to eat, why are you so picky?"

She frowned and complained, shook off his sleeve, and turned over. "I'm cold, add some more wood to the fire."

"Okay." He agreed, but didn't move. He called out softly, "Sleepyhead."

"Yeah." She also responded lightly.

When he was asleep, sleepiness completely devoured his consciousness. When he woke up, he had no idea what he said or did.

Five years later, he... no, she is still the same!

A feeling of ecstasy surged into Ye Mo's heart. He lowered his head and carefully portrayed her delicate facial features.

Five years later, he finally saw her face clearly.

His eyes accidentally fell on her neck, where a red rope was particularly eye-catching.

She remembered that at that time, Master Xuwu gave her a jade cicada, which she tied with a red string and hung with it all day long as if it were a treasure.

His fingers fell on her neck and touched the red rope. Just a light flick of his fingertips gave him the answer.

Finally, he smiled faintly and flicked his finger on her forehead.

He recognizes people, but not Yuchan.

……

The sunlight shines through the cracks in the cave, casting mottled light and shadows. The air is filled with the smell of moist earth and the ashes of burning tree trunks.

Inside the cave, the two slept on their cloaks, fully clothed, hugging each other tightly.

Su Manman's hands unscrupulously hugged the other's waist, climbed up to his chest, rubbed it, and then put it on his heart.

The breastplate on the palm of her hand exuded an aura that suppressed the toxin. She touched it again and again through her clothes, feeling as comfortable as a cat stealing some meat, and moved her head closer to his chest.

I found a comfortable position and wanted to continue sleeping for a while.

Outside the cave, the rain stopped, the wind stopped, and the birds stood on the branches, singing cheerful songs.

Su Manman woke up slowly and saw a magnified handsome face in front of her.