Rebirth: Marrying a Bamboo

Yi Huang thought that by throwing Zhao Fushuang into a corner, he could wait for her to sober up.

Unexpectedly, when there was no stick of incense, Old Hei scolded: "Zhao Fushuang!"

Yi Huang looked back, and saw Zhao Fushuang rushing to the prison in a desperate way, her skin was already flushed, and she still refused to give up.

Yi Huang teleported to her side and quickly released her imprisonment.

Palms facing each other, mana was sent into her body to recuperate her qi and blood that was messed up by the shock and imprisonment.

Zhao Fushuang said wronged: "Zhuzi, you bully me, I don't care about you, but you bully me every time."

Yi Huang paused: "." She acted like a man, he never knew that every time he imprisoned her, she would be wronged.

After a long time, he sighed: "From now on, if you are obedient and reasonable, I will not imprison you anymore."

Zhao Fu stared round her eyes: "Are you still talking about conditions?"

"Then can you be reasonable?"

"My reasoning is right."

"..." Okay, when you should be confused, you are not confused at all!
"...Okay, I won't imprison you anymore."

Zhao Fu's brows and eyes softened: "What you say is what you say."

"... Keep your word!"

Zhao Fu's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and when she was happy, her hands that were already facing each other naturally closed together.

Yi Huang froze, and the mana in his palm scattered instantly.

He was in a daze for a moment as he stared at her white jade hand as he was holding him, and couldn't tell what it was like.

In the end, he only exhaled heavily.

That's all, that's all, no matter what, I can't really let her die!

Her hand was as cold as ice to the touch, and he slowly grasped it back, wrapping her hand into his palm.

The hand was soft and smooth, Yi Huang's heart felt weightless, and he almost let go.

He has never been so close to anyone in his life, and it is the first time that he knows that the words in the script are somewhat inadequate.

A woman's hands can be so soft, this kind of softness seems to be aggressive, and can attack people's internal organs and meridians!

Before Yi Huang could repent, Zhao Fu clenched his hands tightly with both hands, and a smile spread across his face.

Her gorgeous face was a little more fragile and tired, she said softly: "Husband, sleep."

Insatiable, right?

Yi Huang looked down at the clasped hands of the two, and said in a deep voice as if falling into ice, "Sleep by yourself or be thrown down, it's your choice."

"Sleep with my husband." Zhao Fu's black hair hung down on her thin shoulders, and the fox stared at him, but the meaning was very clear, that is, to sleep!

In the corner, Old Hei was cursing, "What she said about sleeping is just pulling you to sleep. She is strong on the outside but lacks love in her heart. When she gets drunk, she will die like this. She has no one to rely on and keeps making trouble."

The tone of being kicked by Zhao Fushuang just now is still not up to par, and Old Hei is still cursing, "Zhao Fushuang is a shrew, every time I get drunk, I use me as a pillow, and when I have a man, I don't need to kick me away. I really owe her in my previous life!"

He was the one who owed her in his previous life!
Yi Huang held Zhao Fushuang in his hand, like holding a hot potato in his hand, and it was hard to endure every moment.

With a headache and helplessness, "She is usually drunk, how do you solve it?"

"Give her a hug, and when she wakes up, she will turn her face and deny anyone."

Yi Huang glanced at Lao Hei thoughtfully, and said after a long time: "There is no other way?"

"Bury her, kill her, you choose."

Yi Huang rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, and sat cross-legged on the ground holding her, "Sleep!"

Zhao Fu knelt down and looked at him.

The distance between the two is so close, she half kneels in front of him, the delicate skin on her face can be seen so clearly, her facial features are exquisite, Qiong's nose is slightly wrinkled, her brows and eyes are innocent, lacking the sharpness when she is awake, she is unexpectedly well-behaved and makes people feel She's really just a kid!
Yi Huang's cold voice couldn't help softening a bit, but it also carried the meaning of early death and early death, "What else do I need? I don't have a bed, so I can only sleep on the floor if I want to sleep."

Zhao Fushuang was also happy, turned around and lay down on his lap.

Yi Huang's whole body tensed up, Zhao Fushuang took his hand and fell asleep instantly.

Yi Huang asked stiffly for a long time, "Does she remember what she did when she wakes up tomorrow?"

Old Hei said sarcastic words, "Don't worry, I remember it, but she will never admit it."

Yukun was watching the play, but as Yi Huang compromised with Zhao Fushuang again and again, his eyes gradually became more meaningful.

He put away the chess game and greeted Lao Hei, "The husband and wife are going to rest, you keep it to be annoying?"

The old man's black and green eyes glanced at Zhao Fushuang thoughtfully, and said confidently: "I am not a human being, so don't avoid suspicion, if you want to go, you go."

Yukun: "...Why, are you still on guard against what Tiexin will do to her?"

Old Hei: "One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer, what does it have to do with me!"

Yukun: "...OK."

Yukun left as soon as he said, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

As Zhao Fushuang fell into a deep sleep, Yi Huang's body was still tense and unable to relax, and he found that his body seemed to be getting more and more out of control.

She fell asleep on his lap, her black hair covered her knees, and she could only see her earlobes and slender neck through the hair, delicate and white.

He thinks he has strong self-possession, but every time Zhao Fu's bright white face rubs against his clothes, all his self-possession is reduced to nothing!
He is familiar with this feeling, after all, he experienced it once with Zhao Fushuang!
Even because he was afraid of moving thoughts, when she finally lived in the cave, he would never look at her more than he could if he didn't look at her!
He wanted to let go of her hand several times, but as soon as he pulled it away, she would always tighten it tighter.

While distracted, the softness in the palm of the hand became more and more clear.

Delicate and soft, cold to the bone.

With a thought, he took out a thick cloak from the space container and covered her body.

Out of sight, out of mind, the cloak simply covers the person's head.

In the middle of the night, he was upset. Hei had already slept and snored everywhere, and his leg pendant seemed to be a lot more comfortable, and he let out a slight breathing sound in his sleep.

Yi Huang wanted to withdraw his hand again, causing the leg pendant to move. He waved his hand to open the cloak covering his head, frowned and moved his head, and found a comfortable position on the base of his thigh to lie down again.

At the same time, she let go of his hand, before he breathed a sigh of relief, but saw her other hand stretched out from his waist to wrap around his waist, clasping it tightly.

Yi Huang's eyes widened suddenly, he restrained himself all night, and instantly collapsed.

Before he could do anything uncontrollably, he closed his five senses.

If it is said that the last time he felt love and desire for the first time, he was more unbelievable and unacceptable.

Well, this time, he really experienced unprecedented mood swings and inner desires.

At that moment, what he thought of was not to push her away, but what he wanted to do!
He didn't know why this emotion came so violently!

All I know is that he can't control it, and even doesn't want to control it!

At dawn, he got up, and this time Zhao Fushuang was silent again.

Yi Huang regained his five senses, and stood in front of the bamboo window looking at the vast world outside.

He asked, "So, what the hell did I do to her before?"

It took a long time for Old Hei to lazily reply: "You really don't remember her?"

"What should I remember about her?"

He has lived for a long time, and it is true that when he took human form, he had no sense of humanity at all, he had no emotional experience, and he didn't care about others.

But if he had really met her face to face, at her age, no matter how lazy he was in dealing with world affairs three or four hundred years ago, he wouldn't be able to remember her at all.

Old Hei, "...Zhao Fushuang offered to reconcile?"

"Yes."

Old Hei was speechless again this time, and it took a long time before he said again: "Forget it, you solve your evil fate by yourself. If I want to talk too much, she can kill me when she wakes up."