Otherworldly Companions: Every Handsome Man is Extraordinary

The Holly orchids that Lin Yi and I transplanted earlier didn't grow very well at the manor. It's probably because they don't like the waves on the manor's beach. These flowers are really very unique. It's such a pity that we can't look out the window at the endless sea of ​​flowers.

So Jiang Yu took some time to take Fan Qingyin to a beach full of orchids, and they rode in the celestial carriage that Fan Qingyin had given him.

Pegasus are much faster than griffins, but because of their docile nature and significantly more stable emotions, they are rarely seen flying at full speed on their own initiative.

However, because the carriage was openwork, Jiang Yu was slightly afraid of heights. Although she knew it was very safe, she still held tightly to Fan Qingyin's arm.

Fan Qingyin had never seen the Holland Flower before. The Aurora Empire was covered in ice and snow all year round, and even the coastline was hidden under a thick ice sheet. There was almost no place where he had seen such a beautiful spectacle, and he liked it very much.

Jiang Yu brought Fan Qingyin to see the flowers, partly to help him relax. He had only accompanied her and Lin Yi on a few tours of the territory at the very beginning, and since then he had been staying in the manor handling all sorts of matters.

He truly deserves credit for the rapid and orderly operation of the entire territory and manor after the arrival of the new lord, having devoted a great deal of effort to it.

In addition, because she had to spend time with her elders during the wedding banquet, she had to temporarily put aside her work, so Fan Qingyin has been exceptionally busy these past few days.

It was as if he wouldn't stop unless she told him to.

It's like a human-shaped perpetual motion machine.

After returning to the manor, it was already evening. After dinner, Fan Qingyin went back to his room to handle some business. Although Jiang Yu couldn't be of much help, she went with him to help him organize the documents and take a look at some reports and requests from the pearl divers.

Fan Qingyin had long been accustomed to working with his wife, Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu was always very quiet when she was next to him and often listened to his thoughts. Although he had been trained from a young age to have the ability to make independent decisions, he found that he really enjoyed exchanging opinions with his wife and listening to her ideas.

Fan Qingyin knew that his relationship with Jiang Yu might be different from that of other normal couples, but he felt very content now. Jiang Yu was an extraordinary wife, and as her husband, he should adapt to her unique ideas and follow her will.

Fan Qingyin found it strange. He had always been calm and focused since childhood, but recently he had been getting distracted when dealing with matters.

He glanced at his wife, only to find her fast asleep, slumped over the table. He gazed intently at her sleeping figure. The bright candlelight cast a golden glow on her black, curly hair, which cascaded over her shoulders and back. Her usually sparkling eyes were closed, leaving only her long eyelashes fluttering slightly with her breath. Her cheeks were rosy, not only her slightly parted lips but also her cheeks, as if coated with the finest rouge, as beautiful as the sunrise and as sweet as peach blossoms on a tree.

Fan Qingyin was stunned. Jiang Yu was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even more beautiful than the Holy Maiden of the Aurora Empire. No, in terms of appearance alone, they might be about the same, but Jiang Yu possessed a certain precious quality that was most valuable in the mortal world.

He walked alone across the boundless snowfield. Jiang Yu was like a flame that suddenly shot up into the sky at the end of the field, reddening his eyes and his heart.

Keep her, keep her. He said to himself.

Before falling asleep, Jiang Yu stared at Fan Qingyin in a daze. Even when writing and reading documents, he maintained an elegant neck and back line, his slightly tucked chin was beautiful and restrained, and his ice-blue eyes were indifferent to the candlelight.

She looked at his godlike face and thought about the intimate words he had once spoken to her. Perhaps those were her past lives, and perhaps her past lives were just a dream.

In that case, would she no longer feel guilty for being attracted to him? Would she be able to try loving him? Did she really have to become someone who completely abandoned the past?

With that thought in mind, she drifted off to sleep.

In her dream, it seemed as if someone whispered something to her, or perhaps made a request. The voice was so beautiful, like ice and jade, like the celestial music of a church choir.

Then someone gently picked her up and led her to another, more comfortable and soft place.

Fan Qingyin followed the voice of his heart. He lowered his head and gently called out to Jiang Yu, but he did not want her to really wake up.

He suppressed his desire to kiss and caress her, gently stroked his wife's long hair, and almost pleaded softly, "Please don't go back to the room, please stay, please sleep here, my wife, my goddess."

He used to pray often in the Aurora Temple, his voice soft and gentle, the more resolute it was in his heart, so that he would not disturb others but would be heard by the God of Aurora.

Just as in his gentle plea at this moment, every firm and heavy heartbeat is his honest emotion, his devout drumbeat.

The God of Aurora forgives the emotional needs of each of his humble subjects, helps him to transform his desires, elevate his emotions, and assist him in attaining happiness.

Fan Qingyin gently touched Jiang Yu's forehead with the tip of her nose, eliciting a soft whimper from the other. Without further hesitation, he picked up his wife, carried her into the inner room, and placed her on the bed.

Jiang Yu didn't wake up. Suddenly finding herself in a more comfortable environment, she became restless, sniffed around, and then, as if satisfied, found a comfortable position and fell back into a deep sleep.

Fan Qingyin was amused by her subconscious action, her eyes filled with a gentle smile. If Jiang Yu were awake now, she would find that ice had turned into water, and even the immortals in the sky had been tainted by the love and desire of mortals.

Jiang Yu felt that she had slept incredibly well, without even having a dream. It was as if she had been in a deep sleep the whole time, something she had never experienced since she came into this world.

When Jiang Yu opened his eyes, the sun had already enveloped the entire bed in its warm light. He stretched and squinted at the silvery-white curtains that shimmered in the sunlight, unconsciously inhaling the pleasant, cool fragrance that seemed to carry a hint of sandalwood.

...Wait a minute?! Silver curtains? The cool scent of sandalwood? Jiang Yu slowly began to recall the scene before going to sleep last night, then stiffened her neck and turned her head slightly, seeing the sacred face sleeping soundly beside her.

In her sleep, her sculpted face lost some of its pristine coolness and gained a touch of gentleness. Her long, silver hair, usually loosely tied up, was now draped over the pillow, shimmering in the sunlight, making her look both languid and sexy.

After watching for only a short while, Jiang Yu felt her blood rushing to her head. She unconsciously touched her nose and mouth to make sure that no unknown liquid was flowing out.

Her movement met a pair of icy blue eyes that had just awakened. The other person seemed to be dazed for a moment, then their eyes filled with a tenderness that could drown Jiang Yu, and a slightly hoarse voice sounded in her ear:

Good morning, my wife.