Reborn Dijiao

Chapter 114 First Kiss
After all, Shen Heng's heart softened towards her, suppressing the inexplicable dryness in his heart, sat down beside Ye Qingwan, lifted her into his arms, and patted her trembling back lightly.

Shen Heng's voice was hoarse and out of tune: "Okay, it's not hurting anymore. It's not hurting anymore, I'm here."

He was always hard on her.

But at the moment Ye Qingwan may not be.

However, in her dream, she couldn't hear the warm voice of His Royal Highness who put down his body and put down his figure, who usually had a cold face and refused to be seen thousands of miles away, and unconsciously brought the movements in the dream out of the dream——
She raised her head and bit Shen Heng's shoulder.

"you!"

Shen Heng snorted, his eyes widened tremblingly, almost confused, stunned, annoyed, and even astonished in his pitch-black eyes.
For the first time, there was a different expression on that handsome face that was usually only indifferent and violent, and all the frost between his brows melted away.

Ye Qingwan in her sleep was still unaware of her dangerous situation, she let go of her mouth suddenly, panting until her head fell off his shoulder feebly.

Shen Heng subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, but was caught off guard by a pair of watery eyes.

Half open, half awake.

The faint fragrance from the girl's body seemed to linger on the tip of her nose, and the side of Shen Heng's fair neck flushed. He gritted his teeth and breathed heavily, as if he was trying his best to suppress a certain something in his body that would explode at any time. So emotional that he didn't notice at all that a pair of slender hands were slowly approaching his neck.

Those hands are like a poisonous snake that crawled out suddenly in the dead and dark night, spitting out snake letters and slowly wrapping around the prey that has nowhere to escape.

The cold fingertips touched the scorching skin, and it spread throughout the body in an instant, but it burned violently again in an instant.

Before Shen Heng could react, warm lips had already covered his lips, carefully and jerky, rolling gently on his soft and cold lips, as if he was flattering or begging for mercy.

Can't hold back, can't hold back at all,
The last siege in my heart also collapsed.

Unable to think anymore, no longer to be afraid, the remaining reason in the dark and deep eyes completely collapsed, and Shen Heng's suppressed emotions for a long time suddenly broke out at this moment.

Unable to restrain himself anymore, he grabbed the back of Ye Qingwan's head violently, and responded fiercely, aggravating the kiss initiated by Ye Qingwan.

Ye Qingwan's nearly broken whispers seemed to be entangled in the most fatal way at this moment, making Shen Heng even more unable to control himself.

His kiss was too hard, like a man who was dying of thirst after walking in the desert for several days, got a handful of nectar, desperately snatching the sweetness from it.
He is not a gentleman at all, and he is not as noble and cold as other people see him. He was also a dirty beast rolling in the mud, with animal nature and human desires. How could it be possible for people to just stay away from it.

In the end, what made Shen Heng stop was drop after drop of coolness, but it made him feel like he was being scalded, and he suddenly opened his eyes. It turned out that those beautiful eyes closed again at some point, like a butterfly wing. The eyelashes were already wet, and the tears kept oozing out, sliding to the slightly curled eyelashes or the face, and then sliding down.

fell into the mouth.

so bitter.

Shen Heng was stunned for a moment, and at a loss, he let go of Ye Qingwan's grip. The sleeping person suddenly clenched his robe tightly and leaned into his arms, sobbing softly while his mouth seemed to be Whispering something.

He lowered his head and put his head close to hers, only then did he hear what she was saying clearly.

It's an almost desperate apology--
"sorry."

Even though it was still in a dream, Ye Qingwan was still out of control when she cried.

"I'm sorry Shen Heng, I'm sorry"

The teardrops that kept rolling down his face were like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing all Shen Heng's thoughts.

He was completely stunned.

Why did Ye Qingwan say sorry to him?

What was she dreaming about?
Outside the tent, in a remote, wet and dark place, Jiang Shuo strangled Ji Yuanhua by the neck and pinned him to the ground. His eyes were like knives, and his words were provocative: "Say, who are you from?"

Ji Yuanhua, who was strangled by the neck, opened his eyes slightly, his face was flushed from lack of oxygen, he clenched his teeth, and turned his eyes away, as if he would rather die than surrender.

"It's quite strong." Jiang Shuo increased the strength in his hand, and said two playful but murderous words between his thin lips, "Don't say it?"

Ji Yuanhua turned a deaf ear to it.

Jiang Shuo was not annoyed, he let go of his hand and replaced his leg with his foot on his chest to prevent him from escaping, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, poured two black pills from it, and squeezed it with his hands Holding his jaw, with a little force, Ji Yuanhua opened his mouth, put the medicine in, then retracted his legs, crossed his arms and looked down at him.

Ji Yuanhua coughed twice, and then tried to pick out the two pills that Jiang Shuo fed just now with his hands. Just as he put his hand into his mouth, he suddenly heard Jiang Shuo laughing sinisterly.

"It's useless, idiot." Jiang Shuo glanced at him: "The medicine will melt immediately after taking it."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Yuanhua's pupils suddenly closed, and the viscera in his body continued to be shattered. The pain suddenly made Mr. Ji, who had always been calm, kept rolling over his stomach.

With a sneer on the corner of his lips, Jiang Shuo said solemnly, "If there is no antidote, you will die suddenly in an hour."

Ji Yuanhua stopped rolling, lying on the ground with five fingers embedded in the black mud, enduring great pain, and raised his head with difficulty to look at Jiang Shuo.

Jiang Shuo squatted down with a smile and looked at him, "Speaking of which, who do you belong to? Is it the emperor's old son, or Mingzhao's?"

Hearing this, Ji Yuanhua's eyes flickered slightly, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mingzhao."

Jiang Shuo looked at him coldly, grabbed a ball of his hair with one hand, and pulled it towards him forcefully, saying impatiently, "Isn't it dishonest?"

The sharp pain from the scalp and the heart-piercing pain in the body became more and more unbearable. Ji Yuanhua couldn't stand it anymore, and begged for mercy: "It's Emperor Chongen. Give me the medicine."

Jiang Shuo stood up with a sneer, and threw the other pill on the ground indifferently. As if seeing a life-saving straw, Ji Yuanhua didn't care whether it was dirty or not, so he hurriedly took the medicine and stuffed it into his mouth, panting. After a few breaths, the pain in my body gradually disappeared.

Ji Yuan Huaqiang propped himself up, but heard the boy laugh again.

"Go back and tell that old thing, don't touch my people. Talk to him"

Ji Yuanhua swallowed, and wanted to ask him something, but stopped when he saw the face smiling strangely.

Because he had a hunch that Jiang Shuo was about to answer the question he wanted to ask.

Sure enough, Jiang Shuo smiled brightly: "Fang Shuo said it."

(End of this chapter)