After wearing a book, the sickly tyrant only acts like a spoiled child in my arms

Chapter 230 Surrender for you
Both sides looking at each other are very nervous.

Su Jiuer thought to herself, are you awake?
Just opening such a small gap, why is it a bit like the instinctive action of falling asleep and dreaming?

She leaned forward to look a little more, and called out softly again.

"Yan Yunxiao?"

The familiar and slightly hoarse voice came to Yan Yunxiao's ears, she leaned so close, and the warm body fragrance radiated from her made Yan Yunxiao stunned.

Sorrow surged from the tip of his heart and occupied his eyes.

Hot tears filled the eye sockets, and a tear fell precariously.

is her.

She is coming.

Yan Yunxiao's throat was dry and sore as if it had been filled with lead, but his heart was filled with joy.

The corners of his lips curled up, crying and laughing.

Before Su Jiu'er could say a second word to him, he stretched out his hand again and wrapped Su Jiu'er in his arms.

Yan Yunxiao buried his head in Su Jiu'er's shoulder, and choked up uncontrollably.

In the dim corner, the two hugged each other, with only curtains covering their bodies to cover the spring scenery, looking depressed and embarrassed.

But for Yan Yunxiao, this is the warmest and safest place.

It was safe for him to remove all his defenses and disguises.

He can be a brave and fearless god of war on the battlefield, or he can take the position of preferring death to surrender in the end. In the eyes of the world, he is always cruel, ruthless and cold-blooded, and doesn't bother to shrink back.

But only in front of Su Jiuer.

He can be his whole, true self.

He also has his cowardice.

He also needs to release his emotions.

Emotionally broken, his strength collapsed, he cried into Su Jiu'er's shoulder and couldn't control himself, hot tears slid down Su Jiu'er's shoulder, slipping out a series of moving emotions.

Seeing him like this for the first time, Su Jiu'er was at a loss.

She opened her hands like this, and for a moment she didn't know whether to coax him or make him cry happily.

Su Jiu'er can understand.

He must have been frightened by being besieged and questioned about his symptoms at the grand ceremony today.

Afraid of touching his wound, Su Jiu'er finally reached out and touched the back of his head.

This move calmed Yan Yunxiao's emotions. Like a docile wolf dog, he rubbed against Su Jiu'er's jaw.

The word meek is used on Yan Yunxiao, which simply violates his character setting.

But at this moment, his personality has collapsed.

Weeping in front of Su Jiu'er is tantamount to surrendering to her.

No matter how great his grand plans for dominance in this life are, if there is no Su Jiuer behind him to support him, sooner or later he will be compromised by his own too strong temper.

If he doesn't live to that time, then all these grand plans are just empty talk.

After walking on the edge of life and death, he realized what he needed.

I don't know when Su Jiu'er has become the heart of his spiritual world that cannot be separated for a moment.

He cried for a while, the mottled tears still remained on his face, but he suddenly laughed again.

The voice was hoarse and a little silly, making a foolish sound in Su Jiu'er's ear.

Su Jiu'er saw that he had recovered, and the tension in her heart relaxed a bit, so she couldn't help saying softly, "You're laughing so silly."

Yan Yunxiao didn't take it seriously, and rubbed against her face again, pouring the wet tears from the corners of his eyes onto her face.

Her chapped lips brushed against her, making her face ache.

Su Jiu'er frowned and dodged in disgust, pushing his face to the other side.

"Your snot."

She also saw clearly Yan Yunxiao's gaze, which was deep and gloomy, with a little bit of dazzling tears shining.

He is Yan Yunxiao, not Xiaoxiao.

Yan Yunxiao stared at her deeply, and it took a long time before she said something that Su Jiu'er seemed to have known before.

He said hoarsely, "You are also reluctant to part with me."

The only difference is that this sentence was once spoken by Su Jiu'er, and it was an affirmative sentence.Even though she and Yan Yunxiao had only met each other a few times at that time, she still had such confidence.

But for Yan Yunxiao, it was humble satisfaction and temptation.

Su Jiu'er probably hated him.

Should be right?
Regardless of whether it was true or not, it was an unexpected surprise for him to see Su Jiu'er here at this moment, and it was a hope that was born to death.

It was nothing to say, but the atmosphere made Su Jiu'er's ears turn red.

It was as if his mind had been ripped apart.

In particular, they don't have an inch of hair on their bodies, and they hug each other tightly.

She even felt Yan Yunxiao's body temperature rising again, showing a tendency to have a fever.

The peach blossom eyes flashed twice, and finally lowered their pupils, avoiding Yan Yunxiao's lingering gaze.

She blushed and muttered, "Since you're awake, let me go first."

Yan Yunxiao moved her face closer, rubbing the tip of her straight nose against her delicate little nose twice.

She turned her face away, avoiding such intimacy.

He added a superfluous explanation, "If I hadn't been recruited to find me, I wouldn't have come."

As he spoke, he slightly rolled his eyes, as if he was still angry with Yan Yunxiao.

Yan Yunxiao smiled lowly, with a hoarse and gentle voice, "Okay, whatever."

Su Jiu'er snorted bluntly, then moved her body, ready to struggle to get out of his arms.

Now his body temperature has returned to normal, and there is no need for her to use her body to keep him warm.

Especially when the other person has come to his senses, such physical contact makes her a little embarrassed.

With just one movement, the warm feeling left from his arms, and the emptiness and cold air swished in again, making people feel uncomfortable.

Yan Yunxiao subconsciously pulled her back again, wrapping her in his arms.

Su Jiu'er got angry and cursed, "Don't push yourself too hard!"

Yan Yunxiao begged softly, "I'm cold."

"Hold on for a while, okay?"

His hands down the middle were well-behaved, and there were no more trivial movements.

In addition, his voice was hoarse and pathetic, and his face was extremely pale. Only his eyes were slightly red and swollen after crying, which forced Su Jiu'er to lose his temper but couldn't express it.

Su Jiu'er thought for a while, then Yan Yunxiao's hand grabbed the back of his head and pressed it lightly on his chest.

"Dong dong dong dong."

The rhythm of his heart resonated with the rhythm of Su Jiuer's heart.

Su Jiu'er gradually relaxed, leaning against his chest, with a pair of peach blossom eyes open, and her eyes flew past. She came to this era, and the scene passed by frame by frame.

Until Yan Yunxiao's hand on her waist started to wander away.

A sense of trembling woke her up, and the anger was about to come back, but Yan Yunxiao's hand stopped at the wound on her back.

He used his slightly rough fingertips to trace the scars of the wound in detail.

Su Jiu'er's eyelashes trembled.

Yan Yunxiao still remembered her injury.

It wasn't that Yan Yunxiao deliberately hurt her that time, it was her own act of preventing Yan Yunxiao from committing suicide that caused the wound to appear on her body.

It's not Yan Yunxiao's fault, and she doesn't want Yan Yunxiao to feel serious self-blame because of this incident.

So she was about to speak, saying that the wound had healed and it didn't hurt anymore.

Only this time, Yan Yunxiao's words came faster than hers.

He suddenly murmured, "I'm sorry."

"The wound was supposed to be on my chest."

Instead, on my heart.

(End of this chapter)