The first lazy concubine in the world: tyrant He Qijia

Chapter 280 Entering the Painting: Ten Realms and Ten Hearts [20]

"Um...then what should I do?"

Pooh!
Qin Zhuiyi regretted it when he asked this sentence. It didn't sound like a question, but more like a hint.

However, fortunately, the person in front of her was Di Zhen.

"Eh?"

One second, she was still rejoicing, and the next second she was surprised.

Di Zhen suddenly picked her up horizontally, and the faint candlelight flashed across his face, and he didn't know whether his face was so red at the time, or...was reflected by the candlelight.

Of course, Qin Zhuiyi hoped that it was the second possibility, but Di Zhen's actions answered her in the affirmative.

He put her on the bed and put his hands on her waist.

"...it should be done."

"..."

Qin Zhui was silent, and the night became quiet, only the breathing of two people remained in the air.

Di Zhen bent down, narrowing the distance between the two of them bit by bit, breathing gradually blended.

His profile is more beautiful than a perfect work of art.

His eyes were shining, sincere, and full of affection.

Affectionate, does he understand what is affectionate?
Qin Zhuiyi didn't have time to find the answer to this question. She felt his hands shaking violently around her waist, but she still pulled off her belt, but her body trembled uncontrollably again.

He didn't continue his movements, but just hugged her tightly in his arms.

He used a lot of strength, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

At this time, Qin Zhuiyi suddenly realized that she had made a mistake. She should not have looked at Di Zhen and Di Jin Hua separately, they were one person.

Qin Zhuiyi's hand took the initiative to poke into his clothes, and his hand was shaking spinelessly, those touches were both unfamiliar and familiar.

"I see, it's you."

……

The boy is a lonely and lonely person. Like everyone else, he spends every minute and every second in cultivation, just to let himself climb to a higher position.

Indeed, as he thought, he finally defeated everything and got the trump card leading to the highest place.

Someone whispered in his ear what he should do as the king of the fairy world, and told him that abilities are not used for destruction, but for protection.

Protect?

Who should he protect?

He has never seen those people, and they have never done anything for him, so why should he protect them?
The man told him again, "So, the first thing you have to learn now is to know what love is and what responsibility is."

These two things are very simple to write, but he just can't understand them.

Until one day, on a whim, he brought back a wild flower that was practicing cultivation from the Tianhe River.

That flower is really simple, simple five-leaf petals, simple light pink, neither coquettish nor charming, but it is not afraid of wind and rain.

He transplanted it into a small pot and put it on the windowsill, where he could see it when he woke up.

He didn't give her special care, but tried his best to 'create' wind and rain and lightning for it, but it grew tenaciously and firmly in the wind and rain.

After taking human form, it became 'she', and the first words she said were: Thank you for your care.

He doesn't know what taking care is. Could it be said that continuous wind, rain and lightning all day long is also a kind of taking care?
Later, he realized that she could grow rapidly because of his presence and his spiritual power.

She wears his big robe every day, and her hair is tied together casually, leaving her shadow in every corner of the place where he lives.

Day by day, her spiritual power hadn't improved, but he felt that her roots had firmly bound him, and even penetrated into his heart.

(End of this chapter)