The god of rebirth counts the world

Chapter 100

Han Zhu turned his head suddenly, only to see a man in a well-tailored wool coat standing at the door amidst the rustling autumn wind, covering the room from the sunlight and the autumn wind outside.

Han Zhu was stunned for a moment. Between light and shadow, the 30-year-old mature man in front of him overlapped with the handsome boy in his memory.

In this trance, his name couldn't help overflowing from her lips: "Ben..."

As soon as the words fell, before she could see clearly, the man suddenly stepped forward, holding her firmly in his arms with his strong arms!
His breath smelled of autumn wind, and his body smelled of a faint male perfume, very light.

He held her tightly in his arms, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear.

He buried his face in her girlish-scented hair, and his arms around her trembled a little.

When they were close to each other, she could feel his heartbeat, strong and powerful.

"Zhu Zhu, I knew it was you. The first time I saw it, I knew it was you." He murmured hoarsely, but rubbed his resolute face against her hair, unwilling to leave for a moment.

"Ben, you showed up so suddenly."

"I've waited for too long, and I've run out of patience." The words rolled in his throat, with a suppressed hoarseness.

"But you hurt me." Han Zhu said in a low voice.

So Mr. Wang finally let go of Han Zhu.

He just relaxed a little bit, but he quickly held Han Zhu's cheek with his slender and powerful hands, and examined her quietly with eyes as deep as the sea.

His eyes were bottomless, but they seemed to be burning with flames, almost devouring Han Zhu.

So at this moment, Han Zhu felt that the young man who was obsessively in love with him seemed to be back again.

He bowed his head lightly, rubbed Han Zhu's head with his tall nose, and then whispered: "Zhu Zhu, although you have changed, you are still you, you have never changed, I think Your eyes will tell."

How soft Han Zhu's nose is, it hurts a bit when he rubbed against his tall nose, so he hides and murmurs: "I'm getting younger..."

Who knew that she just dodged like this, but it seemed to arouse some beast in him, his powerful big hand suddenly pressed the back of her head like that, and then bowed her head down.

"Let me go..." She blushed when she heard her own voice.

"Don't let go, this time I will never let go." His voice was low and domineering, with the characteristic roughness after passion.

When he raised his eyes, his eyes met, his eyes were still full of fiery infatuation, which could almost burn everything.

She leaned softly against him.

Now she is only about 1.6 meters tall, and he is about 1.8 meters tall, so she can only choose to lean on him.

She stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and said with a smile, "Why did you suddenly appear here?"

In fact, she originally thought that after changing their bodies, there would be some embarrassment between the two of them, and maybe the feeling of being in love before would never come back.

But at this moment, she knew she was wrong.

No matter what she becomes, the man in front of her will never change. He can always recognize her at a glance, and then hug her tightly.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little tired.

In fact, ever since she became this teenage girl, facing a huge gap, she has never been confused and wandering.When she was most disappointed, the only thing she wanted to call was his phone, even though she finally chose to give up at that time.

Now she suddenly felt a little tired, and felt that it was good to rely on him like this.It seemed as if she had returned to 13 years ago, she left the teacher's door, and just played and fooled around with him without restraint.

Mr. King lowered his head and stared at the little girl in his arms. She had a charming expression and soft eyes, just like the woman lying in his arms more than ten years ago.

Because of her ravages, her cherry-like red lips looked like delicate flowers that had been beaten by a storm.

So his chest was a little turbulent, and he couldn't bear it, so he just hugged her horizontally.

"What are you doing?" Han Zhu was suddenly picked up by the volley, and hurriedly grabbed his collar.

It’s also a coat with a stiff collar that just grabs that big collar.

The flames in Mr. King's eyes became more and more intense, making his own voice even hoarse.

He said rough and hoarse: "Don't you want to identify?"

Oh...how to identify...

Han Zhu didn't ask, she just blinked innocently.

Mr. King's big hand was inserted into her waist from under the hem of his clothes, and he lifted her up and carried her upstairs.

"In this upstairs bedroom, I have placed the world's best big bed, you must see if you like it."

(End of this chapter)